AN: People on Lucas Forums have said I'm dead, and that the Whispering of my ghost haunts this section. And now I'm writing a Psychonauts ghost story – OR IS IT a ghost?
I'm going to update regularly. Psychonauts needs more humor.
I own nothing. Even this computer. But I do own toe socks.
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Bobby was the first to be attacked.
He staggered into the Main Lodge, dripping blood from his already unattractive feet and spitting as he gasped out a story about ghosts in the campfire area. Milla looked horrified. Benny helped his boss limp to a table. Raz looked delighted at the idea of a ghost being there, because ghosts were something he'd always wanted to investigate ever since True Psychic Tales Issue 8.
Sasha really didn't care.
When he voiced this to the occupants of the room, over his newspaper, Milla turned and glared at him. "Darling, he could have been killed!"
"Agent Vodello, do not get my hopes up before I have finished my coffee."
"Sasha Nein!" she snapped, hushing a sobbing Bobby. "Look how upset he is! This must have been a very powerful psychic entity."
"Look where his nose is," Sasha replied. Milla quit hugging Bobby to her chest and jumped back.
"I'm going to investigate. Razputin, darling, you go use the Coach's broadcasting system to keep children away from the campfire area, okay?"
"Ma'am yes ma'am!"
That said, they left Sasha to his coffee.
They scattered and the next hour was a flurry of terrified kids. Chloe inquired as to the nature of this Earth 'ghost'. Sasha told her to go away. He was only a fourth of the way through his coffee. Maloof came in asking if there would be, in Sasha's opinions, any takers on a protection service. Sasha told him to leave. He was only a third of the way through his coffee. Milka asked if she could go invisible and hide in his cabin. He told her to go far, far away where he couldn't see her. He was only halfway through his coffee. Mikhail yelled at Sasha, demanding to know if it was a bear.
"Go awa-" Sasha paused. "Yes. Yes it is, Cadet Bulgakov. Go catch it."
That said, Sasha finished his coffee in peace.