homralings | Ghost AU (Ghostsuka + Eric)

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Ghost AU (Ghostsuka + Eric)

[ Eric yawned, tired from school and helping out another ghost go over to the other side. It wasn't that he wanted to help, it just meant one less spirit to bug him for doing something that would let them leave him alone. A bag of convenience store food in one hand and his other in a pocket, he made his way slowly back home.

He couldn't remember a time when he never saw these things. His parents shrugged it off as imaginary friends and over active imagination as he got older. But when they started to tell him he was getting too old for these kind of stories, he stopped telling them all together. He thought he could tell his friends at school but with all the teasing and bullying that came after the stories disappeared as well. He was getting better at least figuring out who was real and who was a ghost. The looks he got when it looked like he was talking to himself were hardly good.

His parents were gone for so long that he couldn't remember when they were home last. They were gone for business a lot, traveling around Japan and other Asian countries, which was why they moved here to be closer to their business. So that left him alone with their home, his schoolwork and the many spirits wandering around aimlessly in the city. ]

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Because the two of us are the only ones here right now.

[Isn't that obvious? He hardly counts as company if Eric wants him to leave right away.

And he may have been here for a few hours before Eric got back. He'll just not mention that yet.]

Anyway, I've been in this area for a while. It's usually only you here.

So you are a stalker...

[ He removed his food from the microwave and sat at the table, beginning to eat his dinner. ]

You're not going to leave me alone...are you?

Probably not!

[Is it really stalking when he just likes haunting this neighborhood? Can ghosts stalk people...?

He sits at the table across from him, smiling again.]

Is that any good?

[ Who knows but you know enough about him already to make it sound creepy.

He sighs. This guy is going to be a headache to deal with, he can just tell. ]

It's fine. I don't like to cook much so this does the job.

[That wasn't the intention but Oh Well.

He was a headache to his friends when he was alive too! However long ago that was. A very appreciated headache.]

I'd still like to cook for you sometime, so you don't just live off of instant food. [Who knows! Maybe not having many people eat his cooking is why he's still around (probably not but maybe Eric would eat his food if he said that).

And instant food can't be that good for him anyway...]

[ His poor friends, though Eric will learn eventually. ]

You're possibly one of the strangest ghost I've ever met.

[ His Mom always bought a good amount of food for him to cook with but he never bothered. He would even pick up some himself but coming back from school and dealing with ghosts he was too tired to put any effort into feeding himself. ]

...Do what you want. The food in there would just go to waste otherwise.

I'll take that as a compliment!

[Permission to cook granted! The ghost practically glows with excitement.

He gets up from the table as quickly as a living person could without knocking over something and basically jumps over to the refrigerator, opening it to see what exactly is inside.]

I'll make breakfast then! What time do you usually leave for school?

[ He watches, chewing his meal still. ]

Seven.

[ Did he just pick up a mama ghost? Will he do the cleaning and laundry too? ]

And what time do you wake up? Gotta figure out how long you have to eat.

[THAT'S A POSSIBILITY. He keeps looking in the fridge, ticking his fingers as he makes a mental list of things he could cook.

Being dead is kind of boring, you know. Since this kid can at least see him, he might as well help out so the kid has an easier time.]

10 minutes before I leave.

[ He's not a morning person so really what is breakfast. ]

What's your name by the way? Or what do you want to be called?

[ That's kinda important. ]

So something you can eat while walking, okay.

[He'll give him like. a banana and toast. Or a sandwich. It'll work out somehow.

He closes the door and turns back to the boy.]

I don't remember, honestly. Something about ten bonds? You probably won't be talking about me to others, so do you really need something to call me? [Apart from "that ghost that moved into my house"]

You don't have to.

[ Are you going to make him a bento lunch to compensate for a small breakfast?

He tilts in head in thought. Dead long enough to forget his name, how sad. Ten bonds...he'll try and think of something. It's almost like naming a pet. ]

Wouldn't it be easier to call you something? Ghost sounds pretty boring. My name is Eric Surt, in case you need it.

[ How did he give in to this kind of situation so easily? Maybe he was crazy. ]

I remember liking cooking, so it's not a problem. Besides, you can see me. I should do something to make up for that.

[Ghosts aren't always fun to see! He knows he probably wouldn't have liked to see them when he was alive.

And aren't ghosts only there if someone wants to see them?]

Maybe, but..."You" works just as well, I think. Eric's a nice name though, seems like a shame I'll almost never have to use it.

[His "daily life" seems to be much stranger than others, that's for sure.]

And I am a ghost, so there's nothing wrong about calling me one.

How considerate.

[ They're not fun, but they didn't seem to care when Eric wanted to not see them. Always pestering for favours or stories or help, who cares about a kid that needs to study or sleep? ]

Use it if you want. If you plan on staying here you may as well have something like a name.

[ He yawned, tired. But school work had to come first. He stands up and starts to clean out the containers. He grabs some kind of drink to keep him awake. ]

I've got homework to do. I don't know what you plan on doing but keep it down maybe.

[Maybe he'll find excuses to say the name. But, if it's just Eric in the house, there's really no reason to.

He'll just drop the name subject--who knew not having one anymore would cause someone to want to give him one?]

What kind of homework? [Ghostsuka is now curious. It's not like he has anything else to do, and who knows. Maybe he could be helpful (how helpful could he be if he forgot his own name?)

But if Eric doesn't want him to do the thing, he'll...do something to pass the time. How long has it even been? Not sleeping has really messed with his sense of time.]

Some English, math, a bit of history and science.

[ He chuckles at the English. It was required of everyone to take the course, but since he was fluent it was child's play, mostly the teacher would use him as examples and people begged for help. It was the only time he seemed to be useful to his classmates.

He looked at the time, almost nine. So much to do so little time and he was already pretty far behind. ]

Another all nighter it looks like...

[ He can sleep in class as usual. ]

[Maybe offering help wouldn't be the best thing but he's kind of curious to see if he'd actually be any help.]

Could I help? You can just talk aloud and I'll see if it makes sense when you're unsure.

[He didn't manage to go to an actual high school after all. One of his friends had taught him instead, but he isn't sure how much of that he remembers now.

But he remembers liking history, so maybe he could help with that.]

I'll be fine. Just go do what ghosts do.

[ No one has offered to help for a very long time. His parents were always busy and he didn't have friends to go to. He was used to being by himself. It's easier and this ghost was disrupting his routine. ]

I think you know more about what "ghosts do" than I do.

[He doesn't exactly want to...what, scream and make a mess of houses? What else do ghosts do...He hasn't been able to tell which of the people he's met are ghosts and which aren't.]

Then just do what you normally do when you aren't bothering me.

[ He was tired and had work to do he didn't feel like babysitting a ghost. He grabbed his bag and wandered into his room, getting ready for a long night. ]

[Hm....The ghost smiles and starts singing, staying in the kitchen rather than following Eric into his room.

He can listen to "give me space" when it isn't phrased that way. Hope you like his voice though, since he won't stop for a while.]

[ He scoffs a bit when he hears the singing but after awhile he puts it as background noise. It was strange, hearing noise in this place that wasn't his own. It almost felt like a home.

Eric doesn't come out of his room for the rest of the night, trying his best to finish his homework. But in the end it wasn't finished. He fell asleep at his desk, hand still graspin the pen. ]

[A while after he figured Eric fell asleep, he comes into his room and puts a blanket on him, taking the pen from his hand and stacking his schoolwork so that Eric wouldn't knock it in his sleep.

That done, he goes back downstairs to start rearranging parts of the kitchen so when it's dawn he can start cooking.

There isn't exactly a lot to do when you don't need to sleep anymore and aren't always able to move things.]

[ Eric starts up before his alarm for once and looks aeound. He feels the warmth of the blanket before he sees it. His books were in order too...he didn't even remember falling asleep. Did that ghost do that...for him?

Getting set for school and all packed up Eric wandered downstairs, thinking maybe the ghost wasn't there anymore. ]

Good morning...

Good morning!

[Nope, the ghost is still here. And being awfully cheerful for being...around at this hour of the morning.

Also, remember that thought about him making a bento? He did. It's on the counter.]

Hungry?

sobbing

/hugs?

tatara why

omg Tatara why

we just don't know

The creepy friendly person XD

....yeah.....

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