Number 4 @green-with-envy-phandom-event
Honestly, Iâve been looking at this one going, âokay, but what if angstâ since I saw it lol. Meanness under the cut
She didnât know how long sheâd been there. When the last time sheâd seen earth. Heck, she wasnât even sure when the last time sheâd seen another ghost. Well, a ghostâ she wasnât a ghost. She was a hybrid, like Danny like Vlad. It had been luck that a portal had opened up near herâ sheâd been melting again from overusing her powers but it hadnât stopped when she switched forms. Sheâd been desperate.
Flying into the ghost zone had worked, then, but not for long. It had been luck again to find out that the deeper she went, the easier it was to stay together after being chased down by a huge reptile thing. It had stopped chasing her once she got deep enough. She wasnât sure why.
At first, sheâd thought that the worst part of being down there was how dark it was. Now that she couldnât leave without her body immediately trying to turn to goo, she was pretty sure the loneliness was the worst. She missed Danny and his friends. She missed her siblings. She missed Vlad.
She missed food too, even though her stomach had stopped rumbling a long time ago. There was nothing down there but the dark. Just her and the pressure of the ectoplasm around her keeping her body intact. Thatâs why, when she first saw the glow, she thought she was going crazy. It was a blob of ectoplasm, mostly grey in color except for the pale green glow in the center. She wasnât sure where it came from. There were no other ghosts for miles, right?
When she turned around, she found another. And another when she turned again. Weâre these the blob ghosts sheâd heard about? The more she looked around her, the more blobs she seemed to find. Some of them even had cute little faces if she squinted.
Then, something else appeared. Or rather, someone. She didnât recognize him at firstâ she thought it was Danny, coming to rescue her again like a hero. But his skin and hair were too green for that, his eyes a light pink color sheâd only seen in the picture that her dad Vlad had kept in one of the bedrooms she hadnât been allowed to go intoâ that sheâd gone into anyway while he was distracted by one of her siblings starting to destabilize again. âMathew?â she wondered. Mattie, like Maddie, according to Vlad, but Mathew had been the crudely drawn name in the corner of the pictures scattered around the room she wasnât suppose to have seen. As if hearing her thoughts, the other clone grinned and nodded.
She grinned widely. âHowâd you get away?â she wondered, âhow long have you been down here? How do you look like that when you were a skeleton the last time I saw you?â He shrugged at her and twirled around her. She followed, laughing at his antics as he laughed back. âAre there more of us somewhere,â she asked aloud, her tongue feeling heavy and clumsy on her mouth after who knows how long of not speaking.
âCome with me,â he seemed to say, gesturing her to follow. So she did. And, in the distance, she thought she could see something⌠bright. Every time she blinked, it seemed just a little bit closer. She could feel herself getting tired. Each blink just a little bit longer. More of those blobs seemed to appear the farther she went. Mattie seemed dimmer, more grey, each time she looked at him even as he goaded her on with a bright smile.