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The lights were dim, save for the lamp toon's own. She was reading late into the night.
It wasn't typical for Brightney to stay up late. She was usually one of the first to fall asleep. Unfortunately, sleep didn't come easy that night, so she figured she'd just read until she got tired.
It wasn't working.
She found herself awake still at 10 p.m. A tad bit frustrated she closed the book and tried to settle down. A strange sense of paranoia crept into her veins; it almost felt like she was being watched.
She tried to ignore it.
Connie didn't sleep. Not one bit. You don't need to when you're a ghost, after all. The only problem with it was her boredom.
Gigi was asleep, so no chatting with her. Looey had also fallen asleep prior to Gigi. Brightney was never awake at this hour.
..Unless she was? Connie didn't check on her often, mostly due to being intimidated. Maybe the lamp was awake?
She hovered over to the room she knew so clearly was Brightney's. Never before had she actually tried to enter. Fear almost always overtook her.
This time would be different.
She phased through the door, sneaking up to Brightney, who was laid down on her side, facing the wall. A perfect chance to strike.
Before she could actually do anything, though, she heard Brightney speak up.
"I know someone's there."
Connie went silent. She was practically frozen in place.
When Brightney finally turned to face her, she revealed herself. She didn't know why.
"Oh. Hey, Connie..!! What are you doing in my room?.." Brightney groggily questioned.
"Nothing. Not trying to prank you!" she insisted, "Just checking up... yeah!"
Brightney smirked and Connie could've sworn her heart was hit with a missile.
"Sure thing, Connie."