Spirit's Adventures
Author's note: I know I told y'all I would not type out anything for a while, but luckily today I helped my foster brother with his work, so he rewarded me with letting me use the blasted thing. Though he's nice now, he used to have a crush on me, and to be honest I felt disgusted by the revelation. Honestly, he may be my foster brother, and we're not related, but to actually have him thinking of me that way is not appealing. Thank god I got the message through his head, though I'm pretty sure he still likes me, he just isn't as vocal as last time with the thought. I mean honestly, have you guys ever tried going into his room? It smells like rotting onions doused in milk. And y'all wonder why I'm not attracted...
Summary: These stories are funny, sad, or even maddening little pieces of work from my own imagination. The main plots and themes will be surrounding a ghost girl named Spirit who travels through many different dimensions to feed her boredom. Let the apocalypse begin!
The Janitor
Boredom ate at me like a leech feasting on my nonexistent blood. Of course this could not actually happen sense I have no blood, though if you actually read the first sentence you would know this, but still, I'm bored. I sighed dramatically as I walked through the halls of Shinra, my feet nearly invisible over the tiled floor. "I have no idea what to do," I cried hysterically, grabbing onto a broom that stood against the wall proudly, shaking it like a deprived man would shake his laptop when it shuts down during a porn video. "What the fuck do I doooooo!" "Mother fuck!" I stopped shaking the broom at the terrified screech, turning my head to the side innocently. My lips turned up into an evil smirk. A big breasted, blond janitor stared at the broom with petrified shock, her pretty blue eyes as wide as saucers. I shook the broom. She squeaked though didn't move, her limbs frozen in fear. I snickered. I lifted the broom and held it in front of me vertically, the straw part standing straight up, towering over my much smaller body.
"Follow me," I whispered, using the air around me to help my voice actually become audible to her pierced ears. She stiffened even further. The sound of rushing water pierced my ears. A noticeable stain appeared on the front of her beige uniform. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand as I trembled, trying not to fall down and roll with laughter. It took me three whole minutes to stop shaking, my hand finally leaving my mouth as i straightened myself, looking back to the janitor. Surprisingly, she hadn't moved. I moved the broom to the right, shaking it lightly, poorly mimicking the movement of a flame. Her bottom lip begin to tremble uncontrollably, a whimper escaping her throat. Before I could speak again, she screamed. The scream was ear piercing, the force of it rattling the broom in my hand, causing it to fall through my fingers as I lost concentration, its loud thunk followed by silence.
I stared pointlessnessly at the broom as it laid on the floor, its ultimate demise already upon it. I sniffled. Why? Why did it have to die because of me? "Forgive me!" I cried as I knelt next to it, my hands hovering over it as I lifted my face to the ceiling, sobbing hysterically. "Whyyyyyyy!" I stopped crying when a door opened, Tseng's head peaking through the door. His eyes immediately went to the stain on the floor. He raised an eyebrow, as Reno used his back to climb on top of him and see what was going on. I snickered as I noticed the peak of Tseng's penis. What the fuck?