DISCLAIMER: This is the general disclaimer for the entire story. I don't own any of the characters.
Arthur has always been alone.
In the two hundred-odd years since his death, a British colonist with nothing to lose exploring the New World, he has had no company.
He doesn't mind, not really.
It's better this way, to him. It's quiet, and though some of the other dead visit occasionally, it's too much effort to do consistently.
It's nothing new, when this young family moves into the home built atop what was once his. He closes his eyes once again, wearily fading in and out, his perceptions blurry.
Nothing changes. It never does. I hope…they're quiet, at the least.
Word Count: 100
Publish Date: May 31, 2016
Author's Notes: It's been ages since I chose to write but I had such a cute idea I couldn't resist. Expect a StarCraft oneshot soon as well. And please, be sure to leave a review if you do like this start, or message if you have any questions, it really lets me know how I'm doing and anything to help me get back in my stride would be amazing :)