A yet-to-be-finished oneshot from phic phight 2021 based on one of @dekalko-mania's prompts. Phantom, a full ghost, floats through the Zone feeling lost and confused. He can't remember who he is or how he died. The only thing he knows is that his name is Danny and he can't be late for curfew.
"Listen, okay. Sorry for whatever you're upset about. But I'm pretty sure I've only been dead, for like, ten minutes. I don't know. Not a lot of time to figure my shit out," Phantom says.
"But… out of any ghost, you should…"
Phantom stares at the rider, expectant, but it doesn't seem like his new acquaintance has anything else to say, at least not to Phantom. The rider grips his chin and mutters under his breath, his eyes flitting back and forth as he thinks. A myriad of emotions crosses his face. Confusion, worry, a brief flash of anger. It is all very curious but doesn't interest Phantom.
With a shake of his head, Phantom starts flying away. "Nice meeting you or whatever." He throws a wave over his shoulder for good measure. He might be dead, and the rider might be kind of weird, but that's no reason to be completely rude.
"Kid, wait!" the rider shouts after him.
Phantom ignores him and pushes on. Distantly, he hears the motorcycle burst into a roar as the rider peels out, but Phantom doesn't stick around to see if he's being followed. He has places to be.