Synopsis: Ever since Beth died, she's been chilling on a cloud, shipping her favourite couples among her friends and squealing ridiculously when they became canon (exhibit A; when Ash kissed Chris. THE FEELS!) But an accident happens and Beth tumbles to earth, away from her cloud and her sister. Through a series of three ghosts (eerily similar to those from A Christmas Carol) will Beth be able to see the error of her fangirling ways?

Genre: Humour, Romance

Ending: All survive + Josh

Rating: T

A/N: This idea was unavoidable. It just came to me a few nights ago and I couldn't ignore it! Don't worry, Lineage readers! I'm not abandoning that story! Just adding another one into the mix XD. This one won't be full length. I can imagine it's only going to be about 5 chapters or so. And I may or may not update daily, depending on how I'm going with Lineage. You could consider this a crack fic because it is pretty funny – and I will be making some in game reference jokes. Just hop on and enjoy the hilariously stupid ride!

Chapter One

Bah Hannahbug!

'Twas the night before dawn.

And all through the mountain.

Not a creature was stirring.

Not even a wendigo-

"Oh, Josh!" Sam cried, flinging her frail body into his lumbering arms. "I love you SO much!"

"No, Sammy," Josh smothered his face into her neck, wrapping his burly arms around her tiny waist. "I love YOU so much!"

They collided together in a kiss, disgusting, over exaggerated kissing noises accompanying their actions-

"What are you doing?"

Beth glanced up from her sprawled out position on the cloud, two carved little figures of Sam and Josh in her hands and a huge grin on her face. "Shipping," she replied gleefully, continuing to press the wooden figures lips together, making kissing noises with her mouth.

"Ew," Hannah groaned from behind her. "Shipping is bad enough. But with our brother? Ugh!"

"Yeah, ugh," Beth mimicked her sister, and dangled her legs in the air, her stomach resting on the fluffy, air filled cloud. "Ugh-huuuuuhhh!" She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows and bursting into giggles.

"You're the weirdest," her twin sister hummed, sitting down next to Beth, the cloud softly shimmying in response to her weight.

"You're one to talk," Beth gleefully teased. "You were the one who ate me. I mean, if we're talking on a weirdness scale, I think that's pretty much a ten-"

A gust of wind shook the cloud. Beth yelped as Hannah's gripped onto tufts of the cloud like a blanket. This was the trouble with hanging around the edge of heaven. There was always a risk they could fall.

The wind settled, the cloud once again gradually drifting along. Beth let out a breath, relaxing and resting her cheek against it, the cloud soft and light like a feather. "Close one," Hannah breathed. Although she was most absolutely dead, Beth knew that Hannah still had a fear of falling. Beth, on the other hand, liked dangling off the side, feeling the cool breeze against her cold, white skin and tangling in her lifeless hair.

Beth chuckled carelessly. She always liked living on the edge. Or, to be more correct, living a life after death on the edge. Wow. That was a mouthful-

The cloud shook violently. Beth gripped onto it, the wind kicking up again – she didn't mean that much breeze! –, and dug her fingers into the tacky cloud, holding on for just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes until it would settle.

The cloud protested. Ripping apart like shreds of cheese and suddenly Beth felt nothing under her. She screamed, her legs falling out from under her, and her body dangling from the edge of the cloud, gripping on for dear life. Or death. Whatever you want to class it.

Her model figures slipped off the side of the cloud, tumbling to the earth below. Beth whimpered. She'd worked forever on those!

"Beth!" Her sister yelled, crouched over the side of the cloud that was separated from Beth's. "Here!"

A hand. Reached out, towards her. Familiar. Like a flashback. Beth gritted her teeth, the cloud straining with her weight as she tugged on it, stretching like pulled toffee.

Beth bit her lip as she dropped one of her hands from the side of the cloud, stretching out for Hannah's hand. Reach. Reach.

The cloud pulled, stretching under Beth's weight. She yelped, feeling her fingers brush Hannah's before they fell apart. And her weight tugged the cloud, ripping it, pulling it.

Beth screamed as the stretch of cloud she had grabbed separated from the rest. And she was falling. Rushing through the air, Hannah screaming down at her from the cloud, getting smaller and smaller and smaller.

Clouds rushed past her, Beth swaying her arms wildly to catch any of them. Even if it was one of those murky, dark rain ones. Eugh.

They all slipped through her fingers and she was falling further and further, speeding through the air, her hair sprayed out above her.

Beth whimpered, wrapping her arms around herself, waiting for the hit. She cringed, the air biting her skin at the speed she was going. Rushed memories of falling down a cliff bombarded her, mixed up in all the fast air.

It was getting closer. It felt closer. It sounded closer.

CRACK!

Her back cracked against a rock. She groaned, the air suddenly tight around her. And still. She'd stopped falling.

With a light head, Beth clutched her temple and pushed herself up in a sitting position, hissing and rubbing her lower back. Ow.

Thankfully, at least this time, she couldn't die.

Beth stretched her neck easily – a blessing from having her head chopped off – and glanced around to see where she was. The surroundings were dark and rocky. And far too familiar. She glanced up, seeing the peeking sunlight above a high cliff. And around her, rocks and rocks and a tunnel. Aha! The all famous mines! The smell of death and rotting made her cringe, wrinkling up her nose as she waffled her hand over her face.

Then a man's figure caught her eye, all dressed up in a suit and tie, a clipboard held neatly in his arm. "Possessing," he clicked, glancing down at the glistening watch on his left wrist. "In three... two... one..."

"Excuse me?" Beth asked, pushing herself to her feet, feeling surprisingly light and nimble.

His head whipped in her direction. His eyes bulged angrily at her. "Hey! You just messed up my schedule!"