#tinyfieryghost

NOOOOO SWEETBRIAR AND PALETHORN 😭!!!

Their ears perked in surprise as Kris and Susie punched each other- but it clearly wasn't hostile. They looked at each other with fondness, looking happy... huh... Cloud... hadn't known they were friends. Until Ms. Alphys sent them for chalk, she didn't think they ever saw the two interact.

"Um... Ralsei, right?" Cloud looked at the goat boy. He... was odd. Why had he looked so afraid when he saw her...? What was that he was saying...? "It's... it's nice to meet you... and, um..."

Finally, Cloud turned her attention to the final person.

"I... I'm sorry... I... don't think we've met..."

Tenna frowned a little and rubbed the back of his neck. "I... know Kris wouldn't hurt'cha, but uh... accidents happen, kid! Be more careful!"

Admittedly, he wasn't sure what he was afraid of. Kris wasn't dangerous-- Tenna watched them grow up. They were mischievous at worst. Susie was another one he wasn't too worried about, despite her attitude and persona. She was a tough cookie, but lately was the only one to even think about watching this old television again. Ralsei was someone Tenna didn't know too well. He's the self-proclaimed Prince, but he didn't exactly act like it most of the time. He wasn't very dangerous, but Tenna didn't know much about him.

As for the final human, Tenna knew nothing about...

Ralsei offered a slightly shaky, nervous smile to Cloud. "It's nice to meet you, too!"

The other person Cloud talked to... didn't react to her. They were focused on picking flowers and stringing them together to make a bouquet of reds and blues to complement each other. They only perked up when Kris gently nudged their arm and swiftly signed something to them with their hands.

The magenta-hued human seemed shocked that they were being spoken to, and then briskly ran up to Tenna. They offered the bouquet to him with a warm smile.

"O-Oh! For me?" The television asked, and now that the human was less overwhelmed, they were able to nod enthusiastically. "Thank you, dear!"

The human then faced Cloud and lifted a hand to their chest. They balled the hand into a fist and ran it over their chest in a circular motion, signing. They then raised their index finger to their cheek, right by their ear, and dragged it along the side of their face until it rested by their chin.

"They said sorry, and that they're deaf," Ralsei commented in case not everyone knew sign language. He seemed proud of himself.

They then pointed to themself and, with one hand, began to sign different letters. The first letter resulted in their hand balling into a fist with their thumb planted between the crevice of their index and middle finger. Their hand shifted so that their thumb moved to the side of their hand instead, instead resulting in a normal fist. Their index and middle finger crossed over one another when they pointed upward, and their thumb crossed over their palm to rest on the still-bent pinkie and ring finger.

Their fingers closed into a fist again, this time with their pinkie finger pointed outward and their thumb crossing over their other fingers. Once again, they repeated the normal fist gesture where their thumb rested on the side of their hand, and lastly, they arched their hand forward. Their fingers were closed with their thumb protruding from between their middle and ring finger.

It was late when the crackling from the radio he'd long since gifted to Ghost began to churn and warble with growing interference. He did not often see fit to use it to communicate with them; they had a tendency of finding him anyway and vice versa. But just then, it was picking up on some distinct unsettling interference. The radio itself glowed an almost sickly green, the buzzing likely becoming deafening.

Whether Ghost was there or not, Alastor would peel himself from the shadows of the room, nearly splintering the radio nearby with how loud the buzzing grew as he floundered to the ground and curled himself into a fetal position. He did not know why he felt compelled to retreat away from the hotel and into Ghost's home instead - something about them felt considerably less threatening than the fervent abuse he'd taken just a few moments before.

Eventually, the radio would go dead, the interference now stemming from the overlord himself.

Emmet raised an eyebrow at that. How could they not know what they were? Menacingly, they started walking forward, arms straightened at their sides and stiffly swinging, until they were directly in front of Ghost. They were silent for a moment, easily casting a shadow over the individual due to their height comparison, until they reached out to poke them a few times.

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