"Sam...? Sam!" Pete shouted as he swiftly walked around the house. "Sam!" He shouted again before walking into the library to find her at her desk. "Sam we have a problem-" Pete said quickly.
He huffed and puffed for a moment before speaking. "There are birds. Everywhere. Doesn't matter which window you look through there will be birds wherever Nor is- they're not leaving. And they're ghost birds, jag can't even see them."
Sam slowly got up, closing her laptop. "Where is he?" Sam asked simply as she put a few things away and dusted off the corner of her desk with a hand.
"Outside." Pete said, gesturing to the window by the wall.
Sam sighed and began to walk to the large double doors before leaving into the parking lot. Pete followed not too far behind her and pointed out where I stood. Right in the middle of their yard.
Hundreds of birds of all kinds sat in the grass around me, predator birds, prey birds, sparrows, hawks, finches and so on just perched around me and some on me.
I glanced up as I saw Sam approaching and gave her a nervous wave and sheepish grin.
"See?" Pete said, pointing at the birds. "Bird problem."
"But they're ghost birds? How's that a problem?" Sam asked, still slowly walking over to me with Pete.
"Sam they follow me everywhere." I said before Pete could speak. "It doesn't matter where I go there is a flock of birds right behind me. "And they're so loud!" I said, running a hand down my face with a groan.
"I'm sure you don't hear it as much as me because I sleep on the first floor, but when you sleep right beside a window and there's eagles and owls screeching in your ears- you don't get sleep." I said, looking at her. "Not that I need it anyways." I muttered under my breath, still sitting on the grass where the birds nuzzled up against me.
"It's kind of cute." Sam said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight from one foot to another. "The bird part."
Pete glanced at the birds. "Not when you can see the bullets through them and blood pouring down the side of their body from their liver..." he mumbled as he continued to stand there.
There was a slight muffled groan before the group of birds flapped away, Sasappis sat up from the ground underneath them, spitting out feathers and dusting himself off. "Man... I was trying to have a nap." He muttered, glancing at his sides before laying back down against me.
Sam chuckled a bit before speaking. "The birds like Sasappis as well, I take it." Sam said, looking down at the two of us. I simply nodded and slowly got up, the woodpecker on my shoulder getting off and onto the ground as I swiped some feathers off of myself.
"So how do I get rid of them? Can't we do some ritual to send them all to bird heaven or something stupid like that?" I asked, glancing at the birds before at Sam.
"Probably." She replied. "Though I don't know how we'd do it..." she said slowly as she shifted her weight onto her other foot once more.
"I wonder if ghost birds can possess people..." Pete muttered his thoughts as he stared off at the distance.
"Probably." Sasappis muttered, still laying on the ground, tired and not wanting to do anything.
"What's got him all down?" Pete asked, gesturing to Sasappis. "Pete meet Existential Crisis Sasappis. Existential Crisis Sasappis, met Pete." I said, gesturing between eachother.
"Lady problems and Borden's getting to him?" Pete asked, crossing his arms.
"He's run out of shows to watch." Sam said simply as she looked down at Sasappis. "Surely there's something he could watch. Maybe like YouTube or something?" I asked, glancing at Sam, and then back at Sasappis, who rolled onto his stomach with his face in the grass.
"I don't want them to get addicted to anything annoying or... weird..." Sam said simply.
"There's YouTube kids... or things like video game playthroughs without anybody talking over so they'd just be sitting there reading the dialogue..." I said with a shrug, my hand grazing over my bullet wound before shoving them into my pockets.
"I'm sure Jay would love that. I would." Pete said with a smile. "I'll be away, though, like... back in the house.." Pete said, gesturing away before slowly walking back to the inside of the manor.
"C'mon bud... let's getcha inside..." I muttered, crouching down by his side before picking Sasappis up like a ragdoll. He just went limp and let out a groan, head bobbing back as he closed his eyes and let me drag him back to the house. Sam slowly walked beside us, and ghost birds filled the trees and ground around me.
"They're still gonna follow me." I muttered under my breath as Sasappis' leather moccasins dragged across the gravel.
I sighed and continued to drag him along. "Even as a ghost you still weigh. It's weird because technically you're just energy..." I mumbled, still dragging him along before going up the stairs into the mansion, carrying him on my back.
"There's nothing to doooo..." Sasappis complained. He hardly ever complained. Either he found someone to bother or start a new rumour about one of the ghosts. He hadn't said anything about me that wasn't true, not yet anyways, and I don't think he would.
"Why don't you like... bully Trevor like normal or something close to that?" I asked, Sam chuckled, going inside and back to the library as I dragged Sasappis to the living room, tossing him onto the couch beside Thor before sitting down.
I let Sasappis lay across me as I sat infront of the TV. Thor was watching one of his baking shows that Sasappis had already watched. Sas often quietly watched TV during the nights, while everybody was asleep.
On the quietest volume that he could possibly watch it well from.
And he did this almost every day.
Well...
Night...
