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Gamzee's eyes flickered open late into the night, but it was not a completely peaceful awakening, no, there was something making an quiet, slightly echoed sound. Gazing around the room he saw nothing out of the ordinary but a certain chill travelled down his spine as the same noise occurred once more seeming to be close by.
"Karbro, you gotta stop that awful shit, can't a brother get some shut eye for a while?"
Gamzee drowsily whispered with an unsure tremble. Considering there was no answer he pulled himself up and flicked on the busted lamp beside the couch, a gasp followed, but not from the clown residing on the cushioned seating.
He perked up when he heard the small gasp, getting up and slowly twirling around, looking around the room. And there it was, a shadowed figure front hand leaning on the arm rest of the couch, staring right at Gamzee.
It had a few bits missing, for example half an arm along with a empty swirl on its chest and....split lines of a darker shadow on its neck.
Gamzee yelped and failed just saving himself from a nasty greeting with the floor, the shadow had eyes that were downcast until it noticed it was spotted and looked around frantically before jumping back on the wall hovering quickly till it reached a dark corner, fading into the darkness, letting out small whimpers that faintly had a echo.
He regain his somewhat chilled demeanor and crawled over to the busted lamp, shining it towards the blacked corner. It's there huddled up to itself, it's flimsy spirit tail curled. The creature twitched and flinched every now and again with the giving attention.
"Hey, hey...calm yo thinkpan man, I ain't gonna do nothing. I don't think a motherfucker can do anything with you being a shadow and shit?" Gamzee questioned.
The shadow flinched again at his choice of swear. Gamzee inches forward on his knees as to not spook it more. A connection made it's way to Gamzee's head and he paused studying the details of this particular figure.
He went pale.
"Y-you're that guy from the news!? Oh shit, imma take a wild guess. Your gonna get your haunt on this awful fucker?."
Gamzee scratched his arm as he gazed up at the shadow. It remains quietly, slightly shaking whenever its eyes would meet Gamzee's.
"Uhhhh...??" The shadow struggled out with a confused, raspy voice.
"Huh? What ya trying to say brother?" Gamzee questioned. He knew it was a mistake to question him because it gave the same horrid expression when he said anything like he would normally say.
He sighed. This was a very confusing one sided conversation he was having with a silent shadow creature.
There was a long awkward silence between them before Gamzee decide to try again "What's your name man?"
"Uh,,,uhhhh, Taa,,, os,," He ghostly whispered, having less of an echo attached to his broken words. Gamzee didn't catch on, the ghost spoke so quietly that Gamzee didn't even register that it answered back, until it looked up expectedly at Gamzee wanting a response from the clown.
"Ha, sorry bro, my ears up and left as you moaned that shit. But hey, for the record, I'm Gamzee." He relaxed. Almost putting out his hand for a shake but thought better of it and placed his hand back down by his side.
Both strained moans and unanswered questions carried on throughout the night. By this time, Gamzee came to the conclusion that...
He had a new room mate who was a motherfucking ghost.