Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh, nor anyone associated with them
Hey guys, so the Ghos of Smosh past, will be a past Smosh Character that we haven't seen in a while drumroll! (drumroll) Teleporting Fat Guy!, and I've already picked out the Ghosts of Smosh present and future.
So anyway...here we go with the Ghost of Smosh past!
Ian sighed, andhung up, he couldn't believe what he'd heard over the phone just now. Three Ghosts? it wasn't like he and Anthony were scrooges or anything...they just wanted to quit Smosh. That wasn't so bad was it?
He furrowed his brow, and heard a small whoosh sound. He turned and came face to face with...
" Corey?" He asked, in confusion what was his roomate doing here? And why was he dressed like teleporting Fat guy? Unless...'You have to be kidding me' he thought.
" Yup, I, Teleporting Fat guy, am the ghost of Smosh Past its my job to take you and Anthony back to the past, now" Teleporting fat guy lifted his arm, Ian immediately held his hands up.
" Nope! not doing it that way, " Said Ian,remembering how wet, and sweaty Corey's pits were that day of shooting. And who had written in that part about Teleporting Fat Guy needing him and Anthony to put their hands in his pits to teleport? yup, Corey.
" Oh come on, look I kind of have a quota here and the sooner I get you and Anthony into the past, the sooner this can all be over and done with." Said Teleporting Fat Guy, Ian tilted his head to the side.
" Quota?"
" Yeah, you think you're the only one we play spirit of "so-and so-" past, present and future to? but if it makes you feel better, you can touch my arm then." Ian nodded and took his arm, when they were teleported to Anthony's room...who quickly fell of the bed.
" Ow! Jeez what- Ian, why're you in my room, and why is corey here with you and...how did you get in here?" Asked Anthony.
" We'll tell you along the way." Sad Teleporting Fat Guy, grabbing Anthony's arm, and teleporting them into the past. The guy's screamed as they landed on their backs on the sidewalk, while Teleporting fat guy landed on his feet. He looked down at them as they stood up.
" You guys ok?" He asked,
"Yeah."
" Peachy." They awnsered sarcastically, before looking around, when Ian noticed a woman walk by in clear nineties attire. Anthony furrowed his brow and looked at Teleporting Fat guy
" Are we really in the past?" He asked. Teleporting Fat Guy nodded.
" Yup, your guys' past...now while we're here, no one can see, hear, or feel you. We're ghosts here now, Ian, we're gonna start with you do you remember this place?" Asked Teleporting fat guy. Ian looked at where Teleporting fat guy was pointing. He slowly took a step forward...it was an elementary school.
Children were running around playing, laughing, and screaming in joy as they ran around.
" Yeah,my old elementary school." Said Ian, wistfully...remembering this place, Anthony stood next to him and looked around it looked like a normal elementary school.
" And there you are." Said Teleporting fat guy, he took them through the chain link fence, over to a little boy, sitting by another fence. Ian smiled softly, he looked over at Anthony who was looking at him for an explanation.
" Old man Benny lived in that house, everyone loved him...he used to have kids of his own, but they grew up...and he used to give us their old toys...he used to tell kids stories, and was just the coolest old guy ever...and" Ian sighed, and looked at his younger self, as he talked to the old man sitting on the other side of the fence.
" He was the only friend I had here...I was always here, sitting by the tree and I'd do these stupid little skits t make him laugh. And it worked, the other kids thought they were stupid...but not old man Benny. He used to tell me I was going to go far..."
Anthony placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.
" So, Ian got any funny skits planned for today?" Asked the old man, sitting on the rocking chair, dressed in plaid. An old, dusty, pink flamingo beside him. Seven yearold Ian shook his head on the other side of the fence. He looked up and the old man noticed a large bruise on his face.
" Holy smokes boy, where'd ya get that?" He asked,
" Brett Larson, was picking on me again...and when I tried to stop him from stealing my lunch he punched me in the face...then he said I'm a loser." He replied, Both Anthony and the old man winced...Ian sighed, and looked down at the ground...he knew what day this was.
" Ian?" Said Anthony, noticing how red Ian's face was turning.
" Just watch." He replied, Anthony looked on.
" Kid listen, you're not a loser...far from it. Every day you come here, and you make me laugh with those skits you do...and I don't see a loser, I see someone whose gonna go far...you've got talent, heart, and a good head on your shoulders. He's the loser if he can't see that." Said Old man Benny...Ian smiled, when he noticed Old man Benny freeze up and clutch his chest.
His eyes widened, as the old man fel to the ground.
" Help!" Exclaimed Ian, running off to go get the duty aid.
" He doesn't make it does he?" Asked Anthony, Ian shook his head...Anthony bit his lip and sighed...he watched the youger Ian run up to the fence, crying as the duty aid hopped the fence, and tried to preform CPR...to no avail...
" I...I'm so sorry." Said Anthony, immediately hugging Ian, who began to tremble, as his eyes were down cast.
" After that, no one wanted to hang out with you, did they Ian?" Asked Teleporting fat guy, earning him a warning look from Anthony. Ian shook his head, and sighed.
" No..they didn't everyone thought I was a jinx after that...they said I was so much of a freak that I killed him...how do you tell someone that? " Asked Ian, looking up with the biggest puppy dog eyes Anthony had ever seen.
" How do you shun someone...pick on them...and tell them they killed their best friend, because thay're a freak?"
Anthony clenched his hands tightly into fists and looked at Teleporting fat guy.
" Ok ghost you have two seconds, to explain why you showed us this before my foot goes up your ass." Said Anthony defensively, glaring daggers at him for making Ian relive this moment.
" Well, this is part of your lives before Smosh, after all, this whole thing is important...Ian, you remember all those skits you did? Well your mom told you to write them down...because when you remembered them...you remembered the good times...and you put them in a shoebox...see where I'm going with this?" He asked, backing up abit so as not to get punched. Anthony looked back at Ian.
" Our idea box?" He asked gently, Ian sighed and nodded.
" Yeah, thats where those ideas came from...and by now you can guess who Benny Jean was inspired by...At first, After the Pokemon vid became popular I needed ideas...and I looked at the box." Said Ian, meeting Anthony's gaze. They stopped, as Teleporting fat guy placed a hand on their shoulders...taking them to a familiar classroom.
" Hey, this is Ms. Goodale's class." Said Anthony softly, looking around at the familiar classroom. Ian looked up, and smiled softly, as his twelve year old self walked in through the door.
" I transferred here because my dad got a new job...I was so excited because no one knew how much of a loser I was back at my old school...here I could be aything I wanted to be..." Said Ian, when he saw Anthony looking at his younger self sitting at his desk.
Anthony winced slightly, as someone threw a paper ball at him..that had a wad of pink buble gum stuck to it.
" I wasn't doing so well in the friend category either...I was so shy, that I was afraid to talk to people. And, because I was so quiet, people thought I was stuck up...and that didn't help at all." Said Anthony, now it was Ian's turn to place a hand on Anthony's shoulder.
"But of course, this is the day all of that changed." Said Teleporting fat guy with a small smile, Ian ad Anthony smiled at each other as Ms. Goodale introduced younger Ian to the class.
" Now, why don't you have a seat next toAnthony..and actually, Anthony, you don't have a partener for the assignment do you?" She asked, Anthony looked up and shook his head.
" Well alright then, looks like you and Ian will be working together." Said the teacher before walking off, to help some other student.
" Hey, my names' Ian."
"Um...Anthony."
" Cool, so whats the project?" Asked Ian enthusiastically, he was greatful to at least know one person. Even if Anthony did seem really quiet and shy. Anthony cleared his throat, and told him they were basically working on a landfill...Ian smirked, and drew the landfill, when he noticed Anthony was drawing poop.
" Why're you drawing poo?" He asked.
" Well, it does stink at a landfill." Said Anthony shyly, he looked up as Ian began to draw flys where Anthony had drawn poop.
" In that case, we need flys."
Anthony smiled, and in a small bout of confidence said.
" And gasmasks." Both boys smiled, and began to work on the project, laughing as they kept on adding more random stuff.
Ian and Anthony looked at each other and smiled...after this day, they were inseperable.
" You guys hung out all the time, and quickly...you became best friends, now c'mon..there's more to see." Said teleporting fat guy, taking their hands.
