All i have is my name ♥

        “No. I don’t remember anything from before Gil. You’re dead, though? I’m dead too!!”

        “All I have is my name, I think. Oh, but I did recently remember something. I remember being in love!! I remember it, but I don’t remember anything else other than the feeling. I remembered it suddenly when Gil found a few people. Do you think I could be a...troll too?”

He found himself being pushed forward gently by the woman, guided. That’s when he noticed the bubbles. “Okay, seriously? Tacky.” Honestly, he didn’t care for answers, he was just getting tired and hungry. He couldn’t exactly “go home”, but he could break into, well, just about anything, given the right tools. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

Where would be the easiest location to find a map now?

        The ghost floated above him, resting her arms on his head while she looked around the area. Honestly, she was beginning to think she should have paid attention when she got there. She blew out another bubble before moving it in front of his face and popping it with her fingers.

        “Maybe there’s some kind of headquarters here. Or a school. They would have maps, right? I think Gil’s school had maps.”

        Her head tilted upward, bright green eyes staring toward the sky then back toward the other. “Do they have information on us here? I didn’t see anything on me, did you? Maybe we should look there...” She pointed over to the core. “Would they know about me? We should look!!”

        “Or did you mean if anything was actually on me? What do you wanna find anyway?”

          ❝ Do I sort of look like him? I’m sorry for the confusion, ❞ as for those things to do… ❝ What do you mean by “things to do”? Are you only able to do these things with him? ❞ As much as he’s probably going to regret it– ❝ I don’t mind helping you. I have some spare time if you need a hand. ❞ he’ll just stand there for a moment and wait for her answer.

        “You can...see me?” She stared at him for a moment, surprise across her face. It would take her a few minutes to let it sink in, but it wasn’t something she was going to get used to quickly. Though, she was happy she could talk to someone.

        “No...you don’t really look like him much. I just saw blue and was foolish for a moment. He is important to me though...” She was pensive to speak with him or tell him much, always wary about strangers and their inherent dangers. That was until he offered to help.

        “Yes, he was gonna help me get my memories back!! Can you do that? Are you able to?” She floated to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Can you really help?”

Welcome to the hive, Nevy!

You’ll be housed in district beta.

You’ll be given the ability to levitate for up to thirty minutes a day.

Enjoy your stay!

Nothing but sheer awe and excitement lit his boyish features. Luminous stars shimmering within dark pupils, gently cupping one of the little fish as he giggled quietly to himself. Even more so when the little bubble had popped, splattering a bit on his face and shirt. 

“Huh? Oh–! Yes, of course I can!”

        “Normally people can’t see me. Only Gil could for years, until now. You think I’m pretty, though? Thank you!! What’s your name?”

This was also the only time that his racist intolerance (could one even be racist towards aliens and ghosts? He’d have to ask Stan next time he saw him) had been on spot-on. “Okay, all we have to do is kill the people holding us hostage, right? I know a really good chili recipe. . “

Delicious flashbacks to Scott Tenorman and his delicious, delicious tears. It was a memory from long ago, yet the misery from the older ginger’s face was something that helped Cartman sleep at night. “We should probably start by looking for a map.”

        “Kill? With chili? What...is that and why does it kill?” She frowned, blowing a few bubbles into the air from her mouth. 

        “Gil!!”

He was beginning to believe that he had been kidnapped by aliens again. Which totally sucked, because aliens were assholes with no boundaries. Not even that, he didn’t even have Kyle or Kenny to rag on, which made it even more tedious. He was trying to convince himself that there would be some normal people somewhere in this city, but that seemed to be a shot in the dark at this point. Even now, these people weren’t even normal by South Park standards and that told you something.

After dragging his feet around for a good hour, he let out an exaggerated sigh. He was getting temperamental again. “Fucking great. I finally get away from those assholes and I’m surrounded by a bunch of goddamn aliens and ghosts!” He nearly shouted to himself before getting a glimpse of a strange woman who seemed to concentrated with hues of pink, purple and blue. She was definitely not human and the horns that rested comfortably atop her head had given that much away.

“Motherfucker,” he mumbled quietly to himself, looking up at the woman. Was this what the future looked like? Bleak, filled with ghosts, aliens and minorities? Goddammit. This was like the water park incident all over again and he’d likely have to lie about his abilities. Finally, he looked up at the woman addressing her properly. Which, would be, if you considered half-yelling to be “proper”.

        This child, though. Part of her, a part locked away by amnesia, felt a stirring at seeing a child but another part of her couldn’t help but frown at the way he spoke. Compared to Gil he was just so...brash. Well...compared to Gil, anyone was. She nearly didn’t respond to him, forgetting again that people could see her. One of her fingers pointed to herself before messing with a lock of her hair.

        “Hm... I don’t actually know. I do know that I’m a ghost and...also an alien, I think. I don’t know many other things about myself, though. I was gonna learn but...”