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They roam both the mortal and ghost zone, nothing to do, no harm to be done. They are small creatures with no powers of sorts. Small little ghosts that seek the attention of others as themselves or even bigger ghosts. Though not always will they meet friendly ones, sometimes a nasty creature appears and suddenly they disappear back into the zone to form again. Time and time again they form, to figure out their purpose.
Other times they'll meet blobs such as themselves, though they are more formed. Their core is stronger and can speak only their stature is the same.
They’ll meet ghosts that control fire and watch as they effortlessly make a blazing inferno that demolishes cities in seconds. Or ones that control ice and sculpt various structures to make a home. Many powers they will see, some stronger than others.
Blobs will meet many ghosts in their tiny forms but will never stick with a single one. That is until a new ghost appears, one much younger than the rest. A scrawny boy no older than 14, with the purest white hair, and eyes that match their own color. Intrigued by him, the blobs spectate the boy from afar. Watching as he fights the other ghosts that enter the town he lives upon and sends them back to the zone.
Their first encounter with the boy was within a basement, trapped in a box. They could do nothing but squirm around the box unable to phase through without a slight shock to their tiny system. A portal lies just feet away from them, oh how they miss their home. The people that had caught them are nowhere to be found. They had left a while ago and had not returned since.
Suddenly a door opens and footsteps come from the stairs, they squirm wanting to get away. Though they are not met with the orange or blue beings that had captured them. Instead a raven haired boy with bright blue eyes stares at them.
“Hey little guys, sorry you got caught…” he spoke softly to them, a kind soul this one
The blobs watch as he studies the box they are in until finding what looks like a button. When he presses it, the box opens and they are free. They float above and fly around, feeling freedom once again.
“Hold on I’ll open the portal so you guys can get back” the boy states walking towards a weird contraption
He places a hand to something and the steel doors closing their way home opens. Staring at the swirling green fills them with excitement, all but one stays behind glancing at the boy.
“Go on, your friends already left”
The single blob floats back to the boy and nuzzles up against him, a thank you, before flying back into the zone. The boy felt familiar to him and had similar energy. Perhaps they'll meet again in the future
They're blobs.
No powers.
No distinct form.
Just.
Blobs.
But they will not let their friend perish at the hands of these beings. For so long they have been captured and hurt for nothing. They possess such a small core that it cannot create an element. Nor can it be seen by mortal eyes. They swirl around their injured friend, another bigger warmer ghost by his side, worry etched onto their face at the blast at his side. The hole isn’t closing and ectoplasm along with a red color oozes from the wound.
They're not in the zone to help replenish the lost ectoplasm. Therefore they must find a way home without injuring their friend. The big ghost is placing his hands on the wound, trying to prevent anymore green and red to seep through.
A scream startles their form, their friend is crying from the pain. The older ghost is apologizing, explaining he must use his fire to seal the wound. The boy through teary eyes nods, letting the elder continue.
Their swirling grows faster at his cries. They won’t let any more harm come to him. Soon they begin to merge as one, their form growing bigger with each blob that attaches.
Their form drips ectoplasm, red eyes staring down at their foes. How dare they harm their friend. A kind soul that wants nothing more than to protect his home. He has done nothing wrong so why must he get harmed
They watch as the agents attack their form, shooting at them with their weird objects. However it does no harm to them. For they are one and this world contains enough ectoplasmic energy for them to reform from each attack. They move closer and closer to their enemies, swatting them away
They must create enough time for their friend to escape with the other ghost. Therefore they will distract the strange creatures in white until they know their friend is gone. Each attack they receive is replaced by another blob, until finally their weapons contain no more to them.
A bark catches the their attention, turning their head to spot a green dog. One that has attached themselves to the white-haired phantom. They bark again before running in the direction the other ghost had taken Phantom. They follow suit, dispersing as they get further away from the creatures in white. To a large structure where they sensed other ghosts had visited.
The dog phases down and they follow to a strange lab different from the ones they have seen. This one poses no threat as the others and soon they spot their friend inside a chamber flowing with liquid similar to their home.
“Oh its you…”
Speaks a voice behind them, turning their bodies. They are met with a man wearing a black suit with silver hair down to his shoulder. He seems tired to them and familiar as well. They turn back to look at their friend in the chamber
“He will be alright, just requires time within the chamber. The purified ectoplasm will replenish what he has lost”
The blobs only stare, hoping for a reaction to which they receive none. Therefore they wait in this strange lab that their friend is contained in
They’re blobs.
No powers.
No distinct form.
Just.
Blobs.
But they will stay and wait for Phantom to recover for he is one of the few that seek out their company. For they do not judge, nor do they attack. They only want to be friends