My system was reassuring me that the dead body won’t do anything.
It reassured me like a girlfriend reassuring her boyfriend that her relationship with her gym trainer is strictly professional.
I also reassured myself that the dead body won’t do anything.
The System reassured me with full confidence and I was also gaining belief little by little that the dead body won’t do anything.
But then apart from my system, someone else reassured me as well.
And I would have been fully confident that the dead body won’t do anything if not for the dead body telling me that itself!
What the fuck was going on?
I wasn’t hearing things was I?
And forget hearing, I was seeing things as well.
A blue hologram stood in the corner of the cell and freaking shit, it was waving at me with the smile of a professional therapist without the ’the.’ Follow current novᴇls on novel-fire.ɴet
He had a brown coat, brown shirt and brown pants and brown shoes.
He had a french cut beard, brown hairs of normal length. And it seemed he liked brown because his teeth were of the same color as well!
"What’s up, roomie? You didn’t reply to me the first time, so I said again."
A laugh escaped my lips because.. well, what else I could do? When you see an absurd situation that can’t be explained, the first reaction is to laugh.
And his voice sounded like a hard working farmer who grew weed and smoked all of that himself.
’Are you also hearing this, system? What’s up he says."
[ ... Yeah. I heard that. ]
’Well? What do you think I should do here?’
[ ... Reply to his greeting? ]
’Are you for real? You want me to greet a ghost? I know I am not good at communication skills, but this is not the way to get better at it.’
[ Look, man. I am just a system. Do you think I hang out with ghosts on weekends? This is new for me too. I just knew there was a dead body here, not a holographic ghost. And I haven’t even finished explaining what happened after Malthus won. ]
’I don’t want to talk to him. He has a french beard. What will I do if he starts french kissing me in the middle of the night? I will just act like I can’t see him. He will go silent seeing no reaction and then I will try to find a way out of this prison. Yeah. I will ghost the ghost. That’s a good plan.’
[ Yes. Don’t pay attention to him. Act like you are poor, well, you don’t have to act like it but still act so poor that you can’t even pay attention. It’s best to not indulge with him. He was in prison, then he died here, now he is a ghost. His brown teeth are proof that he chews more than he can bite. He is bad news. You just focus on me. ]
’Alright. Yes. I will leave that weirdo alone. He isn’t here. He isn’t here. He isn’t here. He isn’t her—’
The French beard was now just in front of me.
He was looking right at me, right in my eyes and the worst part...
I was looking in his eyes too.
I won’t acknowledge his existence.
For me, this ghost would be just like women with equal rights—nonexistent.
"I can see that you are seeing me, pal. Don’t ignore me. And I would like it if you don’t badmouth me with your system. You both don’t even know me and you are already judging me? I am not a bad person."
You are not even a person anymore, pal
[ Yes, Racis. I am thinking the same. This ghost... ]
This ghost, he can...
’Talk with the author!’
[ Yes. Wait—No! The hell? Why do you always think an entirely different thing? What I meant was this ghost can hear thoughts and since I am also talking inside your head, he can hear me too. ]
"I can talk with the author too. So you are not wrong, pal."
This bastard. He can definitely hear my thoughts. I am glad he can’t hear my narration too.
But nevertheless, I would never pay attention to him.
He will talk for a maximum of one hour then he will give up. I will not acknowledge his existence.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and started whistling. Though, I was only able to throw air from my mouth with no sound but I acted pretty good.
"You suck at whistling. And that’s the oldest trick in the book to act like you aren’t paying attention."
This ghost is knowledgeable. I’ll give him that. But do you know what I’ll never give him? My virginity—Attention. I mean Attention.
The French beard was still on my face, close enough to kiss me so in case my lips didn’t become haunted, I turned my head away.
But the ghost didn’t give up.
He again came in front of me.
I turned my head to the other side.
He was in front of me once more.
I won’t move my head anymore. I will stay in the same position and won’t acknowledge his existence.
"You are pretty stubborn, huh, pal. Fine."
He wasn’t in front of me anymore.
Now I can think of next steps.
I heaved a sigh of relief and proceeded to think of Erect and Sexis.
But after a few seconds..
[ Um, Racis.. you should probably look behind. ]
’Huh? No way. He finally moved away from my face. I don’t want to go through the same thing again.’
[ No, you have to go through that same thing if you don’t want to him to run through you. ]
I slowly looked over my shoulder and when I caught a glimpse, my eyes widened.
"What the fuck are you doing!?"
I instantly hopped forward.
"You bastard! Why are your pants down? What were you about to do? And put that thing away!"
"I wanted your attention."
"There are so many other ways to do that. You were seriously about to rail me for attention? I was afraid of a french kiss but you just showed me something much worse to fear."
"So now do you acknowledge my existence? Or should I make myself more profound?"
"No. I can see you. I can see all of you. Just put your pants back. I am not that desperate to resort to a holographic dick."
"You should have never ignored me, pal. You wouldn’t have to see all this if you would have done that."
"Yeah. I am sorry. It’s my fault."
"I forgive you. Now let’s introduce ourselves."
The Ghost put back his pants and reached out his hand.
"I will go first." He said and with his same therapist smile, he introduced himself.