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Guest 666 pours some water for his guests..well are they guests?
Are they going to stay here? That's a question for another time.
He turns around and looks at Niko, poor kid-BROOK GET OUT. Ahem-wait did he just shout that.
"Who's "Brook"?"
"Aouhhhh, 15 year old who got killed by my uncle's cult, totally truely and NOT lying."
"You have an uncle?"
"Yeah."
"Who is he? Noli?"
"Yes."
"WHAT."
"Do you want it?"
Guest holds up one of the glasses of water.
"The..oh-Yeah!"
Guest shimmies over to Niko, passing him the glass and leaving lulz's on the large shelf next to the bed he rests on.
Sixer scavenges through his closet which is practically his room, finding his old hoodie and pants, Aubree needs something to wear and this is all he has.
Slinking over to the bathroom he creeks open the door just slightly enough for him to be able to leave the clothes resting on the top of it.
"Whoa! Looking at-"
The Guest back hands the ghost that appeared behind him, Shadez is seeming more and more like he deserved death.
He scurries on back to his room.
"What to watch?"
He questions the boy.
"Uhm. What do you have even, lol?"
The "demon" points at a dvd box set of a LOT of looney tunes cartoons.
"Oh hell yeah! Throw it on!"
He inserts a disc into his television, throwing the remote over to the boy who promptly turns it on.
The next few minutes fly by while watching the tunes be looney, strangely, with no conversation breaking out.
The rabbit walks in,wearing Guest's own hand-me-downs(he's not certain if it counts,he's not that old yet right? He's still just a kid.) having scrubbed herself down though still in need of a drying.
"Hey
thanks
for
the-
ohgodhowdidjakecallit-
drip,
loser<3."
"No problem."
G666 pats a spot on the bed for Aubree to lay on while unveiling a hair dryer from one of the shelves in his glorified closet of a room.
Niko turns on the subtitles as Aubree gets blasted with hot air, her fur fluffing up as the cavalcade of nitrogen and oxygen blitzes her follicles.
The unending storm of nearly drowning out the sounds of slapstick gold happening on the television, the fans finally cool as the mayhem continues on screen.
"Heya there, kids. How's it going?"
"Would be better if you weren't here."
Niko spits back in the face of Shadez, metaphorically.
"You barely know me!"
"You said, you were here to help Guest, and you've done nothing."
"I've just been doing it all while he was away."
"If you expect a thanks from unknown help, you need help."
"Ok. Fine. Whatever. I'm just gonna watch tunes with you."
Aubree stares up at the ghost with a sense of familiarity.
Guest fades into his own thoughts as the chaos on screen continues.
He ponders something strange.
"Hey Brook, I swear I can see you."
The voice in his head pauses, taking a Monster energy drink.
"You know, didnt Noli say it'd take a while to get here?"
He can make out the tough form of Brook;tall, thin and wearing what looks to be black and blue.
Likewise; Brook can make out Guest's form. A somewhat short robloxian wearing a suit with golden stripes along it, a long set of coat tails w and a backwards baseball cap. All in red.
"Wait. How can you tell what I look like better than me?"
"Cuz im just better, kid."
"Oh come on!"
"What a showman you are. You can barely even keep a straight face-ya know what. Im calling you Showman now."
"Fine. You get a 'sorry' for that last blow up earlier for that good name."
Brook nods while taking a swig of his Monster.
"Hey wait. If im talking to ya right now, who's controlling the body?"
Both The Showman and Brook can make out the vague shape of an Archaeopteryx beside them.
However right as they are lost in thought, a certain ghost interrupts.
"Heyo, poopoo stinky heads, it's getting late, go to bed and eat your veg."
Lulz tossed Guest's old hoodie off and scrambled in-between the blankets and bed.
"I guess I can stay in this.."
Niko does likewise, almost wierded out by Aubree's lack of restraint when it came to this.
"There's no other beds and it gets cold, pile on kid."
"Welp, cant argue with that!"
And finally the almost-endling slithers in as well, not taking off the trench coat and jeans he's wearing.
"You're gonna stay in that?"
"Argue with the detective with a body count and see what happens."
The lights turn off as Shadez rambles something about her dream being throwing empty beer bottles around as they all drift off to sleep.