Title: The Glitch Effect 4: Casper
Chapter 15: Introducing …
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WRECK-IT RALPH OR CASPER. CASPER BELONGS TO UNIVERSAL STUDIOS. WRECK-IT RALPH BELONGS TO DISNEY.
A/N: Welcome Back!
Vanellope's POV
The Ghostbusters had just dropped me off at a spooky house in the middle of nowhere. This is my first job alone and I'm nervous. I walked in and there were cobwebs everywhere! This thing needs a good clean. I walked into a grand ballroom and it was huge! I'm amazed at how old this place is.
"BOO!" someone screamed at me. I'm unfazed by it, because by now, I have seen enough scary things to last me a lifetime. A ghost materialised before me. "You're supposed to be scared and running off to who knows where?" He said in a thin, reedy voice. I just showed him my proton gun.
"You see this?" he nodded fearfully. "Know what it does?" Again he nodded. I primed it up and he flew away. 'That's what I thought' I continued through the house looking for some ghost to catch. It's been about a half hour since I saw that ghost and I've gotta say, this place wasn't lively – no pun intended – to begin with. Eventually I found a staircase on the second floor that led up not down. It must lead into the attic. I climbed up it and I saw an albino ghost there. It turned around as I climbed up the staircase.
"Who are you?" He asked. His voice sounded like a 12 year-old's, sadly I sort of skipped it and went right on to being 17.
"My name is Vanellope."
"Vanellope huh? That's a sweet name." I don't think he intended any puns.
"You're a ghost. I'm the youngest Ghostbuster, currently, and I'm here to catch about four different ghosts from this house. There's a talking bed-sheet, no offense," He shrugged it off, "and about three really obnoxious ghosts." I finished.
"'Three really obnoxious ghosts'? I think you mean my three uncles."
"Uncles?"
"You'd better get comfy; it's going to be a long story." I took my proton pack off, gratefully, and pulled up a box to sit down on.
"Where to begin …" He started to 'pace' around the room. "Okay I guess I'll start at the beginning, I'm dead." I waited for more. "That's all I can think of, I'm dead. Oh and I'm 12 years-old." Well that confirmed the voice. Just then a loud moaning came through the floor and a tornado of ghosts appeared.
"Uncle, Stretch, Uncle Fatso and Uncle Stinkie stop that!" They didn't listen. They just kept on moaning.
"Hey short-stack, who's the fleshie?" I think Stretch asked the question.
"The human is called Vanellope."
"Eh, fleshies are all alike, no matter what they're called." He then noticed the proton pack lying on the floor of the dusty attic.
"BOO!" Now I recognised Stretch, he was the one who said boo to me when I first came here.
"Oh yeah, now I recognise ya, you're one of them Ghostbuster fleshies huh?"
"G-g-ghostbuster?" A really fat ghost asked. I nodded. They screamed and vanished through the floor and ceiling. Casper included.
"Where did everyone go? I only want to play …"
This is another short chapter but I had to introduce Casper and his three really obnoxious uncles. I'll be accepting OCs but only if you'll permit me to take them along for the ride with Vanellope.