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Welcome to COMMUNICATIONS Things. Here, I'm just making whatever comes to mind. Or, if not, you can request some things I should add. Now, there are exceptions to the book:

1) Requests should ONLY be about the Communications cast.

2) I'm allowing ships to be added, but NO proshipping is allowed. No. You cannot ship a 16 year old with a 25 year old. Sorry.

3) NO. SMUT. NO. I HATE THAT STUFF. Plus, it's Ghost's boundary to not make, write or draw smut of their characters.

4) Please, and I'm really saying this, please request something specific. I'm at a lost of motivation and I can't come up with something like "Make Greg X Kennith", because I'm not gonna know what to do. Don't be too specific tho. I'm just asking for a ship (Or set of characters), and a plot to go along with the chapter.

and lastly, have fun.

- Sincerely, [Unknown]-P

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Kennith Simmons. He was a young man, probably already turned 18. He had suffered enough at his school. Being bullied for being himself. He couldn't take it. He had been friends with Stephanie for a while now, probably for about 4 whole years.

He wanted to check up on Stephanie, but had realized that he and her had already had a riled up argument with each other. They've been separated. He had no one to talk to. That is, until he had met a person by the name of Evelynn Jacot. They were mysterious in a way but also maintained a "good image". The good image being, "Get away with anything, and you're all good. Don't let anyone figure out what you really are".

Kennith felt rather...strange around the person. They were indeed somebody that he had never met at his school before. Their personality was snarky but they were also introverted in a way, not really having many friends and not even wanting to be friends with anyone. Today was a rather...odd day, to say the last. Not only was it because of Evelynn and their strange aura, but rather also because of a fight they got into.

"So...!" Evelynn began to speak. They were gonna ask him about Stephanie and his classmates. They continued, "What do you think about...Stephanie..?" Kennith was already riled up by the question, getting ready to rant about how she and his other classmates did him wrong. "Oh my Jod (hehe, reference >:))! She's so fucking insensitive about my problems! All she told me to do was just...stop! I can't stop! It's hard to do so!" He continued ranting on and on about how she didn't give the advice he wanted her to give him. Evelynn listened. Or did they? They just spaced out, thinking of a plan that'll "resolve" this problem.

As Kennith was speaking, Evelynn interrupted him. They snickered. Kennith's eyebrows furrowed at the sudden sound they made. "Heh...nonsense! I can help you with that!" His ears perked up. He looked at Evelynn, who had a big smile on their face. But Kennith's face formed into a frown. Their smile didn't just look friendly...it looked as if Evelynn wanted him to feel this way. As if Evelynn planned this whole entire "story" so they can get what they want.

Oddly enough, Kennith didn't want anything bad to happen to Stephanie at all. He thought how much of good friends they were. A perfect pair of besties always hanging out with each other, hanging out with Greg at the gas station, having small parties in Kennith's basement every school prom day since they couldn't afford the money to get the clothes nor the tickets. Plus, it would always be loud, with everyone shouting and yelling. Kennith shook his head.

"N-No thanks! I'll be good...on my own!" He played off a fake smile. Evelynn didn't like the answer, but instead of letting it go, they continued to pursue him.

"Please, Kennith!" They continued, "I bet it'll be a joy of a ride to see her and your other classmates suffer. Just think of what they did to you!" Kennith did, indeed, think. He thought of all the bad things Stephanie and his classmates have done to him all throughout the school year. And even after all of that thinking, he still shook his head.

"...No...what is it you're trying to do anyways, Evelynn?" Evelynn's eyes lit up with joy and mischief. They giggled. "Oh, Kennith, isn't it obvious? I want you to broadcast the nation!!" Kennith tilted his head. He was a good technician, but didn't think of the idea of broadcasting the entire US. He still didn't want to do it, but Evelynn continued to insist him. "That way, you can produce soundwaves through the TVs and therefore, kill off your enemies!" Now he really didn't like the idea. Why would he want to kill off an entire nation? Why would he kill anyone at all? Why does Evelynn want hi to do this so bad?

Kennith turned down the idea. He shook his head and stood up. "No, Evelynn. I don't want to kill anyone. Seriously. That's scary." Evelynn frowned. "...fine..." They stood up as well, standing right in front of him. They were shorter than him. "...if you don't like my idea...I'll do it myself." They quickly turned around, going directly to his garage. Kennith was shocked, almost afraid. If he didn't do something, they'll broadcast the nation and kill everyone off. Hell, they might even frame him for it...if they come out alive from the soundwaves, that is.

As Evelynn's hand touched the doorknob, Kennith went for it. He tackled them to the ground, trying to get off them so he can drag them out of his house. But as soon as he sat up, still on top of them, they punched him right in the eye. Kennith flew backwards, hitting the floor on his back. Now Evelynn was on top of him, beating him in the face. Kennith grew weak before hitting back. The two went on like this for 5 minutes until Kennith managed to get up from the floor and walked towards the TV equipment.

He needed the equipment to stay out of Evelynn's reach. He quickly grabbed the equipment and trotted out of the garage and towards the front door. "YOU BITCH!!" Evelynn shouted before standing up from the floor. They had more stamina than Kennith, which, unfortunately, led to them being able to grab him by the back of his collar. The action caused him to drop his equipment in which, by impact, broke. The equipment was pretty weak since it was around for about 7 years, rotting in the garage only being used once a month either for a school project or something else.

"..."

Silence filled the living room. The two looked down at the TV equipment, which was now broken and smashed into smithereens. Kennith sighed in relief but also out of exhaustion. Evelynn, on the other hand, looked like they were gonna scream their guts out.

"...no...my plan..." They dropped to their knees. Their plan was ruined. The plotline was ruined. If it weren't for that bitch Kennith, the story would've continued. They've disappointed the [non-existent] audience. Now how would they ever get to the next decade? How would they create a new case without at least someone dying in this story? Kennith quickly got out and raced out of the house. Evelynn wanted to chase him, but there was no guarantee that he'll die [randomly] if they chased him.

They dropped their head, sobbing in despair. They disappointed it. [SPOILERS].

Kennith managed to get out of the house safely, still badly bruised.

He thought of where to go, and decided to go to Greg's gas station.

"...I guess I'll stop for a cigarette...."

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[Here's an extra (DELETED SCENE!!! NO CLICKBAIT!!!!!) scene in the story- I forgot to add Stephanie bc I wrote this before the person said to add her lol-]

As Kennith and Evelynn got into a big fist fight, Stephanie had been taking a short and quiet walk around the neighborhood. The ruckus had been so loud that even she heard from through the windows of Kennith's house. "What in the...what could he be doing in there...?" Though it felt wrong, Stephanie was curious about the noise. Despite the big argument they had, she was still quiet concerned about him and his mental state progress.

What she saw...was a mess...tiny droplets of blood from the punches they threw at each other were scattered over the floor. Kennith was in a fight with someone due to his scraped hands. 'But with who...?' Stephanie thought to herself. Truth be told, he had been fighting with Evelynn, who was trying to get to his TV equipment. "Evelynn...?!" She whispered to herself. As the fight went on, she hadn't realized she was watching the whole thing. In fact, she was quiet entertained by the entire situation. From how she never expected him to be in a fight to now seeing him in one. In his own HOUSE. It was too good to be true.

Once Kennith was walking towards the front door, she quickly hid under the bush in front of the window she looked in. She still tried to hear the fight going on but before Kennith can open the door, something crashed on the floor. She quickly perked up after hearing the noise. Now she was really concerned. "Did he fall...?" She slowly looked in the window again, seeing the TV equipment broken and Kennith sitting on the floor. Evelynn was behind him and looked as if they were going to scream their guts out.

Stephanie was shocked to see this too, but she was sure not to drag herself in any funny business, and so, she emerged from the bush and walked back home slowly. As she was walking home, she heard Kennith's back door slam open. It must've been Kennith. She saw his distant figure next to the house, not noticing her. She knew it would be funny for him to notice her, so she instead just...walks away, and back to her house she went....

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And that is the end!! I hope you guys liked it!! Credits to @Souploverwow for requesting this!! I'll be open for requests and writing stories and such all day today because I want productivity in my life and I need to get better and writing shuz

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Have you ever thought about what your actions could do to people? Have you ever considered trying to go a bit…softer on people? Or have you even thought about stopping these actions? Simon Berkeley was a rather interesting boy. In a bad way, of course. He cyberbullies people on the internet, fixing them if they go “too far”. Obtaining their personal information and finding out their true identities. Cracking into their webcams to cyberstalk them without them knowing and most importantly, obtaining these credentials from another person. Nathan.

Nathan and Simon were the best of friends. Having been close to Nathan more than anyone in his life, Simon would even open up to him for advice to keep going. Who would have thought he suffers through the same things as real people? Thinking he was superior than those who suffered as greatly as him. Thinking…nonsense. Why think when you can think of nothing at all? Thinking makes you overthink if you think too much. That’s how Simon became fucked up in the head. The sin of pride and a bunch…and bunch…and bunch of overthinking.

Let’s go back to the boy who thought he was more important than others. He’s there sitting in his room on his computer, typing away his time. Typing away his memories. Typing away his life. You know that stress can decrease the years if you living, right? Well, he doesn’t care. I guess he’d rather die than live to see the positivity of his life. To see if he can overcome his homophobia. His ableism. His racism. To come one with minorities. To be able to have as much fun as them. But no…he doesn’t like that. Not one. Bit.

The sounds of him typing on his keyboard became less and less calming as it used to be when he first started this ratchet hobby. He couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if he cared. He wouldn’t stop asking himself, “Why am I doing this?”

Getting up from his chair, he decided to just stop today. He shut down the computer and laid down on his bed. He began thinking…and thinking…and thinking…if that same, same question. It was time for him to stop thinking and go to bed early. He was tired after all. But the thoughts kept flowing, and then…

…the thoughts became jumbled.

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Oh, how funny was he to leave her...

Frances Elsner, that poor old women, sat in her living room messing with the cord of the rotary phone that sat on the coffee table. Her hands, covered in gloves, tangled around the black electric string. She was stuck in her thoughts. She waits when he'll change his mind and come back. Her dear young Henry, despite it being about a good solid 3 years since he moved. Time moves fast, huh? And so will be his fate once he tries to leave Nancy. But, oh! Frances would become young again once he came back to her if he decided to leave that prick. Thoughts flooding her mind, she hadn't heard the phone ring when spacing out. In fact, it was the sudden noise that snapped her out of it, actually. She picked up the phone in desperation, in hopes that it was-

"Hello? Frances?" Nancy Elsner, out of all people...of course it was the housewife that always picks up. What does she want now?! Nancy sounded as if she was panicking. As if something had happened that was oh-so terrible. What could've happened that could possibly be more horrible than her own problems? Frances had other things to take care of. "What is it now, woman?" Frances spoke on her end. Her voice was demanding but also a bit concerned. "H-Henry...he's DEAD!" That was the moment. That's what what she wanted to hear to overlap her problems with him. That's what caused her breaking point to showing emotion and sadness. "W...what...?" Frances' voice was rigid and cracked with incoming tears that were threatening to fall down her face.

"DEAD, I TELL YOU!" Nancy continued her explanation. Frances didn't want to show her emotions that quickly. She knew she and Nancy wanted Henry dead. So she just said: "Well, I thought you wanted him dead, yeah?" The cracking was still in her voice, but it wasn't audible enough for Nancy to hear. Nancy just stood there on the other line and just hung up. Frances, on the other hand, hung her head down with despair. Her boy was DEAD! DEAD! And all this time, she didn't even know...until now...now, she sits there. Her heart had been shattered to a million pieces. Now who will she wait for? Who will be there for her? Nobody...now that Henry's dead...

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Hey y'all!! Ik it's been like a fucking long time since I made another chapter, I was waiting on requests from other people so I can continue this book- I might move on to the 2nd edition since this one's kinda dying down- Lemme know what to add for the second one y'all!!! X3

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YALL IM SO SORRY FOR ABANDONING YALL- uhhh and sorry to whoever's requests didn't get done I'll try to make some, but for the meantime, put in some more requests pls :D

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