If You Give a Bittybones a Cookie

Living with a vengeful ghost is proving to be more difficult that you originally though...

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aybe some takeout will ease the tension...?

Stars, you hope so.

Hey lovelies! I hope ya'll staying safe!

 
You set down the last box on your kitchen counter with a satisfied huff. That is the last box for the kitchen! You take out one of your beloved mugs with a fond smile. Ahh…how you love your mugs. You turn it over in your hands, the ceramic cool against your fingers as you examine it for damage. Finding none, you nod and place it on the counter to put away later. You carefully examine each mug for damage until you have looked at them all. Every one of them seems to be in tip top shape. 
 
Now you just have to order-
 
Crash!
 
… 
 
…Again.
 
This ghostly housemate of yours sure is having fun messing with you, aren't they? 
 
You let your forehead fall to the counter with a dejected sigh. The stone cools your temper as you count down from ten in your head. You should be used to this sort of thing, you reprimand yourself. You have pets for goodness sake! 
 
You let out a sharp breath before you sit up, set your shoulders, and march into the living room to do a damage report. 
 
…And immediately freeze in the doorway. 
 
You stand there, mouth agape in horror, wondering just what kind of mess your optimism and life choices have gotten you into this time. 
 
Your living room… y'know, the one YOU JUST CLEANED!? It is…a complete and total MESS ! Everything that you had previously put away and set up just how you want it is now either thrown across the floor or the other available surfaces in your living room. Glass litters the floor near the fireplace, your pictures scattered across the floor. Even your beloved video games and stuffed animals weren’t spared your ghostly housemate’s wrath. They were tossed aside like so much garbage near the box they  had  been resting in by the uncaring hands of your Casper.
 
Okay, deep breaths...deeeep breaths. You take a deep breath in through your nose, trying to think positive thoughts and… 
 
"AHHHH!"...You scream in exasperation into your hands. After giving yourself a few more moments to recover you take another deep,  calming  breath and uncover your eyes with a long sigh. Okay, it's okay. You could work with this. You're good. You're good. 
 
"... Haaaaah. Okay. Okay. I have about an hour to clean this up before the moving truck gets here. I can do this. I can." With that mindset, you throw on your headphones and begin cleaning up. 
 
"Oh my ghostly housemate, why must you taunt me so?" You mumble as you grab your stuffies and place them back in their box with murmured apologies. The poor dears… 
 
After you take care of your stuffed animals and video games and the rest of the big things on the floor you glare at the glass scattered around disdainfully. You wouldn't be able to walk around without slippers for a while it seems. Ruefully, you grab your trusty broom and dustpan, all the while mumbling your grievances to yourself and your  very  rude housemate. 
 
"Come oooon Casper, can't we be friends? I'll be a nice housemate if you just give me a chance?" 
 
... 
 
Nothing but the creaking of the house greets your plea. Ooof course not. You sigh, throwing the glass and other bits of trash into a trash bag. You wipe your sweaty brow with the back of your hand with a grimace. At this rate, you would need to take another shower. Stars, you couldn't wait to get the air fixed in this place. This heat is killing you. 
 
"Phew… okay. Crisis averted for the time being. Now maybe I can go outside without having to worry for a while." You turn your gaze to the rafters, holding your broom aloft, eyes sharpening into a glare. "And you Casper! You behave yourself while I'm out!"
 
With a huff, you march out of the living room and out the front door to wait on the movers and get some fresh air. Stars knew you need it. 
 
Edgy and Razzy snicker as you retreat at your retreating form, high-fiving when the door closes behind you. Wreaking the human’s things after they move in is always fun. If they keep this up this new human will be out of here in record time. 
 
“hehehe. that was the best reaction yet! did ya see their face?” The bone around Edgy’s eyes crinkles as his grin widens. Razzy clears his ‘throat’, smoothing out the wrinkles in clothes. 
 
“YES, WELL, IT WAS A SATISFACTORY PERFORMANCE, WASN’T IT? IT WOULD HAVE BEEN QUIETER IF IT WERE JUST ME, THOUGH.” Edgy bares his teeth with a glare as Razzy looks down on him. Razzy is always acting like he was better than everybody. He’d like to rip that arrogant little punk a new one. Instead, Edgy cracks his knuckles with an irritated grunt. 
 
“whateva, ya pompous ass.” Razzy ignores him in favor of surveying the living room below, muttering to himself. The magic flowing through Edgy’s bones burns hotter as his anger rises. Who the hell does this asshole think he is?! Ignoring him like that! Before he knew it his phalanges are wrapped in Razzy’s tattered purple bandana around his neck. For a split second Razzy's eyes widen in surprise before he bared his sharp teeth fiercely, his own phalanges coming up to wrap around Edge’s wrist. 
 
“Put Me Down!” His voice was deathly quiet as he locks eyes with Edgy, red clashing with purple. Magic pulses through the air, the building pressure pressing down on the skeletons. The air fluctuates with magic and Pup and Sansy appears with the smell of ectoplasm. 
 
Sansy’s grin tightens when he takes in the scene in front of him as Pup pulls his brother from Edgy’s grasp, all the while glaring hole in Edgy’s skull. If Sansy hadn’t made them all agree to the ‘no violence’ rule when they started living here then Edgy would be nothing but a pile of charred dust on the rafters for putting his grimy hands on his big bro.
 
“i’d ask what was going on here but…. i’m already pretty sure of what happened,” he turns his snowy eyelights to Edgy, his grin tight around the edges. Edgy glowers back, red eyelights bright and sharp with rage. “edgy.”
 
The spark of magic snaps, casting an eerie red glow over the beam and the other skeletons. Bright red sweat dots Edgy’s skull. “i ain’t do nothin’ man! get off my case already!”
 
He channels his raging magic, feeling for the void before shortcutting away.
 
Sansy’s stuffs his hands back into his pockets with a tense shrug. “welp, that could have gone better.”
 
Razzy rolls his eyes as Pup sets him back on his feet. He straightens his wrinkled clothes before rounding on Sansy and Pup. “I DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP, WHELPS! I HAD THE SITUATION HANDLED!”
 
Sansy holds up his hands in defense. “hey, hey, let’s settle down a bit. no need to be so edgy.”  His grin widens when Pup’s quiet nyeh heh hehs fills the air. 
 
“He does seem a bit  red  in the face.” the pair broke down in hysterical giggles as Razzy stomps his foot indignantly. “YOU-! STOP THOSE  BRAINLESS  PUNS   THIS INSTANT! WE ARE SKELETONS OF STANDARD!” His sharp grin tilts into a smirk and his boisterous MWHA HAH HAHs. The pair of bitties beside him burst into gut-busting laughter. 
 
Ahh, puns. They are the best. 
 
A few hours later, after the moving truck dropped off your few belongings and you cautiously put away your valuables some place safe, you finally had time to order your long overdue lunch/dinner.
 
What time is it anyway? When you pull out your phone to check-
 
Wait… what is that?
 
There, in the reflection of your phone, you see something unusual. A small white figure is standing above you in the rafters, glaring down at you. Is that…the ghost…? Did you finally catch a glimpse of your ghostly housemate?! Your eyes widen when the apparition just… vanishes without a trace.
 
… 
 
...Holy shit.
 
That is so…freaking COOL!
 
You actually saw Casper! Your heart is racing with a mixture of excitement and adrenaline (and maaaaybe a touch bit of fear), making your phone tremble in your hand. A bright smile lifts your lips as you unlock your phone. Maybe if you can catch another glimpse of them-
 
You shake your head. That can wait until later. Right now you have food to order! You pull up your favorite takeout place’s number and as you go to tell the lady your order you pause. You briefly wonder if your ghostly housemate wants anything. 
 
“Do you want anything, roomie?” you called jokingly into your ‘empty’ house. The house, of course, is silent as a crypt. Darn. You were kind of hoping the promise of food would lure them out.  
 
...Could ghosts even eat human food? 
 
“Errm… Excuse me?”  The voice of the lady taking your order breaks you out of your musings, her voice timid and unsure. You clear your throat, cheeks heating with embarrassment.
 
“Ahh, I’m sorry about that! I would like…” You tell the lady your choice, making sure to order a little extra just in case your housemate can  eat. You want to be a kind and courteous roommate after all! The lady informs you that your food would be arriving in approximately twenty minutes. With a thank you, you hang up. 
 
...Now what do you do? You are definitely tired of unpacking and cleaning for one day. Your new couch, bed, and TV wouldn’t be delivered until later this week. Hmm… You could go upstairs and set up your blowup mattress…
 
And your new portable AC! You jog up the stairs, the promise of blessable cool AC in your near future making a relived smile form on your face. Thank the stars you thought ahead and bought it before you moved in.
 
Your room in this house is so much bigger than your old one at your ex-datemate’s house, much to your relief. Your old room…
 
Well… Let’s just say you were expecting your letter to Hogwarts addressed to your broom closet any moment while you lived there. You catch your train of thought before it could wander off down that path and force it to focus on the task at hand. 
 
Anyways, your new room might be empty now but soon, it will be filled with all of your favorite things and supplies for your hobbies. And the view of the forest behind the house from the windows…
 
It is breathtaking!
 
Before you realize it your face is pressed up against the bay windows, eyes sweeping across the landscape. You blink and shake yourself. Stop getting distracted! You would have plenty of time to admire the scenery later. You have a blowup mattress and an AC to set up! Now you just have to remember which box you put the mattress in...    
 
Several minutes and messy boxes later, You finally pull out your mattress and set it up. While it was blowing up you pull your AC out of its box and before you could finish setting it up your doorbell rang, making you jump. With a laugh at you own jumpiness, you trot downstairs to retrieve your nourishment. Right on time too. You are starving!
 
You thank the delivery person as the exchange of food and money transpires. Ahh… Takeout. Definitely not the healthiest choice but whatever. You could treat yo self if you want to. You’re a strong, independent individual and you could eat whatever you want to! You sit it on the counter and start pulling your delicious food out of its bag prison. Oh! There’s Casper’s food. You set the container aside for them for later, then with a snap of your chopsticks, you dig into your food.
 
“Brother Look! I Think The Human  Actually Got Food For Us." Cookie leans over the edge of the fridge to get a better look at the food on the counter as the human sets a container aside, leaving it untouched. His magic rushs hungrily through his bones when the smell hits him. Chisps pulls him back into the shadows without a word. Cookie frowns, his dark sockets observing the human as they eat. They seem so… nonthreatening. "Do You Really Think It's Alright To Run This Human Out? They Seem Nice."
 
Chisps shrugs, phalanges hooking into his damaged eyesocket and tugs, hands shaking anxiously. Cookie tuts disapprovingly and gently removes his brother's phalanges from his damaged socket. "Now, Now Brother. We Have Talked About This. Do Not Stick Your Phalanges In Your Sockets," Cookie squeezes Chisp's hand supportively with a jagged smile. "Here. Squeeze My Hand If You Start Feeling Bad Again."
 
The bone around Chisp's working socket crinkles with a smile, his single red eyelight brightening slightly. "thanks bro."
 
Cookie smiles back and turns his attention back to the human, who was scrolling through their phone at the moment. "You Are Very Welcome Brother. Now! We Must Focus. We Are On Sentry Duty While The Others Work On The Next Jape," He pauses, small sockets narrowing slightly. He rubs his jaw with his free hand, a contemplating expression crossing his face. "Although, I Do Not Agree With The Prank They Are Trying To Pull Next. It Seems A Bit Cruel."
 
"nah, humans are nothin' but cruel bro. this human should be used to it by now. besides, i think it'll be pretty  cool."  He winks as Cookie narrows his eyes at him. 
 
"Brother,  Please Don-"
 
"you're right though. the human won't be chill with it."
 
Cookie sighs and turns back to his observation of the human, ignoring his brother's quiet snickering. 
 
A smile worms it's way onto his broken teeth when he thought his brother couldn't see. It is good to see his brother making puns and laughing again. He hadn't done that in a  very  long time.
 
He hopes, with a little persuasion and a lot of kindness on the human's part, that the others will let the human stay. 
 
Stars knows that they could use the warms of their SOUL in this dark, dreary house. 

I hope you enjoyed! Have a good one!