i decided to give it a try but i couldn’t think of a good antagonist and panicked so i don’t think this is happening
Maggie bit down on her left sleeve as pain shot electric from her right arm into the rest of her. There may also have been some electricity. That was one of the problems with having a cybernetic arm. The other problem was that it was broken.
The heels of her heavy boots dug into the floor and she buried her face in the crook of her flesh-and-blood elbow to stifle a mortifying cry.
There was a screwdriver being twisted around in her arm. She was justified. This fact did not make it less mortifying.
“Why,” asked Butler, “did you jump out of a building without a parachute?” Butler’s voice was flat as she worked to repair Maggie’s arm. Butler’s voice was usually flat. It was unclear if this was related to being dead. She may well have been equally flat in life, as befit a girl named Butler.
Potentially named. It seemed more likely than its being a title. Memory and identity were all a bit tricky for ghosts.
Maggie sniffled. The leather of her jacket did a poor job absorbing her tears. “I thought it would look cool,” she said. Another shock of pain made her grit her teeth and hide her face again.
The work might have gone faster if Butler had hands instead of hooves. Unfortunately, she had neither. Just an intangible spectral aura. She was settling for hooves because Snoots was the easiest thing for her to possess. When he was not being possessed, Snoots functioned primarily as a bluetooth speaker. Under the circumstances, Butler thought she was doing pretty well.
“I recorded it for you,” Butler said.
“You did?” Maggie asked, her voice thick. She wiped her nose on her sleeve, then reached into her pocket for her phone. She found the most recent video, and played it.
In the video, her hair floated blue around her face. Behind and above her, something exploded. She did not look back at the explosion. The video stopped before her arm caught a cable, before inertia and weight nearly tore her arm in two and made her scream her throat sore.
“That’s rad as hell,” Maggie sobbed, her voice choked. She bit her sleeve again.
“I’m sure Mecha Kaiser was very impressed,” Butler said.
“Chimp,” Maggie corrected.
“He’s a chimp now. A cyborg chimp. Cyber Chimp.”
“Yeah.” Maggie rubbed at her eye with the heel of her palm. “It doesn’t look as cool as it sounds.”