I've never seen what the human world looks like. I've heard it's beautiful. The sky changes colour all the time, and everything's alive. You know, I've heard that everyone walks on the ground. I mean, here we only walk on the ground if it's some huge event or gathering- things get chaotic when there's hundreds of people trying to fly through a single area.

But, I've noticed some people choose to walk, just because. I suppose it's for nostalgia's sake, but I wouldn't know the feeling. I've been around for fourteen years, and I have no idea what the human world is like. I want to go there one day. Maybe humans aren't as bad as some people say they are.

After all, half of the people I know were once human as well, so really, they can't be all bad. Still, the horror stories I've heard of humans tearing us apart for their own amusement, shooting us down, trapping us- not all of it's true, right? There's got to be some good humans.

And, for that logic, I'm obviously shunned. Great. Well, maybe I am naïve- well so what?! I know how to take care of myself. Hell, I've done it all my life.

If only I could find a portal and then I could—

"Hey babypop," Ember Mclain floated up to me breaking my train of thought, "How's things?"

I glanced up at her, "Fine. Things are… fine."

"You still dreaming 'bout seeing the human world?"

"…Maybe."

Ember scoffed, and then sat down on the rock beside me, "It's a waste of time, Phantom. I've been there before and it's really not all that. The air stinks, and people don't even like the right kind of music. You're better off just staying here in the 'zone."

"Yeah. Not like I've heard that a hundred times over by now."

She smirked, "If you're not going to give up then, guess all I can say is don't try anything risky. If you want to go to the human world, just… look for a portal I suppose."

"Easier said than done."

"Well, get doing it if that's what you really want! Who cares if you want to go to the human world if you're not going to do anything but gripe about it? God, you're whiny. Just suck it up." Ember stood up and then faced me, "You're never going to do anything if you don't try, babypop."

I stared up at her, and found I couldn't maintain eye contact, "Yeah… I know."

She shook her head, "No wonder you're ranked so low."

…Of course she had to bring that up. Why does it always come down to rankings? So what if I was ranked as a lower class ghost? So what?! If I wanted to I could… I could take all the ghosts in the zone on! Okay, that was too big of a lie to even tell to myself. Fine. I'm weak.

When I didn't respond, she grew bored, and turned to leave. I watched her float away, and sighed. She's right though, I don't try enough. I give up too easily. I lay back down on the rock and stared at the world around me, watched as the colour of the sky ebbed between green and purple.

And still, I couldn't help but wonder… just what the human sky was like. Maybe there was wind, too. There was never any wind in the zone. Maybe I could make some friends in the human world. Ah, and there's that naïveté again. A ghost could never befriend a human; at least that much was hammered into my skull.

But I didn't have any ghost friends either. People just tended to leave me alone. I guess that at first, it would be my appearance. I look more human than most ghosts, with my tan skin and white hair- I mean, I even aged like a human did. Still, that was common with zone-born ghosts. They get to choose what age they want to stay for eternity, but the moment they choose to stop aging, they're stuck whatever age they chose forever.

I still haven't decided, but I probably should soon. I sighed again, and closed my eyes. What was the other reason I didn't have friends?

Oh right. Everything. There's your reason. No one tends to like me, no matter what I do. I've just… never fit in, and I probably never will.

I groaned, and then with a sharp breath, jumped off the floating rock and flew through the zone as fast as I could. What's the point of all this!? Why am I even here? And I'm never going to die, because I'm already dead.

My thoughts seem to dissipate one by one as I flew through the zone. I created a false wind around myself as I flew, and I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. The sounds of the zone seemed to fade away, leaving me in my own little euphoric bubble.

Nothing seemed to matter.

So what if I'd never see the human world?

…it didn't matter. Why should it?

It's just a petty excuse to sound interesting. After all, Ember had talked to me hadn't she? That's all it was… just trying to sound interesting. Maybe make some friends.

And as much as I tried to convince myself that was true, there was still the thought that earth would be so much better than this hellhole. I slowed down my flying, and then floated aimlessly through the air.

"Earth is for the living," I said out loud, repeating the words of Johnny thirteen.

"Why go to earth when I can pummel you here?" That one Skulker told me.

"It's against the rules." Walker.

What was so wrong with earth!? And with this thought, I bumped into something. I turned around to see a large metal cylinder.

"What the…" I began and floated around it. It looked like it could be some ghost's house, but there wasn't any door into it. It was huge though, I could easily fit inside. There were a whole lot of weird switches along the walls, and a few stray bolts lying on what I guessed was the floor. Though with the way things were organized, it was hard to tell.

I noticed a half-eaten sandwich on the floor as well. That… couldn't be right. I knelt down and picked it up. It seemed like it was fresh, too. What was this doing here? I smelt it, and got the distinct scent of hot dog. As I was holding it, I noticed it began to move.

"What the hell!?" I shouted and dropped it just as a piece of hot dog flew out of the sandwich, and tried to bite me. I flailed around trying to keep it from attacking me, and shot a few ecto-blasts. What was this thing!? Some kind of ghost hot-dog? I mean, come on, that's just stupid even for the ghost-zone's standards.

It bit down on my arm, and I finally swatted it away, and shot an ecto-blast at it. It exploded into tiny pieces, which then fell back down on the floor. I grimaced when I saw ectoplasm leaking the sleeve of my jumpsuit where it bit me. Of course.

Could this day get any worse?

I sighed and leaned against the wall, my back pressing a button as I did so.

To put it lightly, I got the answer to my question.

A/N: What do y'all think? Should I continue?