#pcg1

Ghost: Although I can tell, through the knowledge of your craft that you have instilled upon me, that you have a nearly-perfect grilled cheese there, it just doesn’t look appetizing anymore. Wow. Cheddar: Sucks to be you, dude. I’d much rather enjoy cheese than live forever. Ghost: So I’ll -- without -- uh, nevermind, that’s too heavy for day one of vampirism.

First vampy meal! ...Yes, out in the sun. :’D

Ghost goes out in search of some Plasma to drink; he quickly realizes, however, that the sun is a huge impediment to his hunt.

Ghost heads through Forgotten Hollow every day on his way to work -- but he’s never stopped in it. After Ghost’s Internet research raised some questions, however, he wanted to ask Vladislaus -- the town’s founder -- if the rumors were true.

The dinner of vampire blood is not treating Ghost well at all.

The turning process is pretty uncomfy, so Cheddar gives his ~good friend~ a nice massage to help :p

Ghost: Cheddar, I just had the worst night ever. Cheddar: Was it a date? Did I win? Ghost: What? N-no, I haven’t been on one since ours, by the way that was nice -- but that’s not the point! I was literally assaulted! With fangs! On my neck! And then forced to drink nasty cold blood! Cheddar: ...Aw, poor baby. C’mere, you. Ghost: This is very helpful. ;u;