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Chapter 2: Today is Wonderful


In a local Junior High school in Peach Creek, sat a classroom full of students serving the ultimate punishment without being booted off the grounds and activities for days. With an angry assistant principal sitting at the thickest desk in the room, browsing the computer that was planted onto one of the back corners of said desk, his eyes would roam over the troublemakers every once in awhile to ensure that no entertainment was being done.

Despite the high amount of students in the classroom, there was much more compared to the average school day, although that fault was mainly put onto the students of Eddy Sampson and Kevin Barr, in which a majority of the students were glaring at the former.

Starting as any other day, Eddy was doing his best to pull pranks and scams, though this one had just resulted in a very old fashion, childish, food-fight, mainly involving his own neighbors. Several of them were pouting when they weren't glaring holes into the short ones head. With another eye-roll, the assistant principal once again glanced down at the clock.

5 minutes left. 5 minutes left to deal with these frustrating brats.

Deciding to simply watch the clock now with the glances at the students becoming more frequent, the assistant principal had seen somebody in the corner of his eye in one of the many windows leading to outside. Quickly turning his head, he saw nothing there. Staring just a little longer with his head full of curiously angry thoughts, he hadn't noticed that the time was passing until the alarm on his phone went off, scaring him and the students.

Grabbing his phone and rolling his eyes, he deactivated the alarm. Standing up to gather his own stuff, he announced to the rest of the students.

"Detention is over, I hope you have taken the time to do something productive like re-think your actions that have caused you to land here. If not, then we'll probably just be seeing each other tomorrow anyways." With his voice trailing off, the students had gathered their own items and left the room.


With the crisp March cold air filling his lungs to an almost burning point, Eddy Sampson, with his short legs, had ran home. Frustrated that he had missed his intended target during the lunch food-fight, he had to admit to himself that Kevin was athletic and popular for a reason. With angry sighs and matching stomps, he had entered his house and made his way into his semi-messy room. Slamming the door shut, he marched to his desk and pulled out pieces of paper that all were covered in the marks of number 2 lead pencils and black ink of stylish 2015 pens. Taking an equally stylish red pen from a cup full of writing utensils, he stabbed the top paper and violently crossed out one of his several ideas for a prank, to symbolize the failure.

Putting the pen back, Eddy scooted closer to his desk to rest his elbows on the top, and with his head facing down, put his head in the palm of his hands and looked over the other ideas listed faintly, seeing the words yet not truly seeing. With a heavy heart, he knew he was running out of original ideas and ideas that would actually work in the first place. Whereas planning and carrying them out was fun with his fellow neighbor and best friend, Ed Hill. Scanning the page one last time, a frown marred his face.

While his plan to ignite a food-fight had worked, he had completely missed his target, instead getting his crush, Nazz, the most popular girl in school, who was absolutely furious she had tomato and noodle goop all over her brand new Hollister top. Taking her whole tray, she had tossed it right into and all over Eddy and people surrounding him, including Ed and his sister Sarah Hill, and a trio of violent girls that were simply called the Kanker Sisters.

For once the Kanker Sisters didn't start getting violent, but instead picked up their own goops off their plates and started tossing them as though they were water balloons in partially random directions, just barely showering the whole baseball team and catching several other students across the room. Though the sisters getting involved made several students simply go into hiding under the tables rather than attempt to get even a splatter on the borderline psychopathic girls or the joining in baseball team, some still instead went all out in pleasure and anger. Soon, the teachers over-watching the student-body to ensure things like this didn't happen, got involved. Several ears pulled and several homes called for changes of clothes later, the ones that actually started throwing food were forced to serve detention, except the baseball team, who had their own punishment set by their coach, which was where Eddy's best friend was still at, except Kevin since he was the original intended target, and had only thrown more goop at Eddy.

Glancing out his window through his thin bangs, Eddy could just barely make out Kevin's figure hunched over his bike. With a scowl, he forcefully made himself look back down at the papers containing his ideas in an attempt to ignore the one-man package of Mr. Popular and Mr. Bully. Once again running his eyes over the spread out sheets, reading yet not, a little scribble at the bottom of the last piece caught his attention.

In a hand writing that was not his own, but neater and almost girly, was listed in a new category that never existed before for Eddy, was a pleasant idea to earn some money without being a complete scam and that would get him back on the good side of the student body.


The junk yard, a whole new utopia all on it's own lived just right behind a neighborhood that was always referred to as the Cul-de-Sac by it's members, simply because of how the road ended. Though most the members of said neighborhood had all reached the nice ages of 14, soon to be leaving for High School, nobody really trailed off into the junk yard anymore believing themselves to be too cool for it.

With a heavy sigh echoing, a member of the said Cul-de-Sac trudged through the now silent world full of old items. With a faint brown complex, the member had a bald head and almost beady eyes and was dressed quite plain compared to his next door neighbors in a simple white shirt and blue jeans. Known to be quite loud and always talkative, especially to the imaginary friend he had created with a piece of wood, he knew he'd be picked on if the local bully Kevin knew he was here without the wood, or here at all. Lifting a large hand to his forehead, the boy rubbed his temples, sighing once more but lighter and almost of pleasure.

"Double D Ed-Boy said massaging the temples relieves the built up frustration in your big noggin Johnny the wood boy!"

With a smile trying to break free despite his original downing mood, Johnny could only stand taller now and trudge through the junk even quicker, now more excited to see the not-so-imaginary friend of his own.

Though as a child, Johnny genuinely had an imaginary friend named Plank that was a 2x4 piece of wood with eyes and a smile drawn on, loneliness truly getting to him, it wasn't until a few months ahead of this very moment he had actually overhead someone speaking about him, to what sounded like someone on the phone as it was an one-sided conversation. After following the peculiar almost forcefully high-pitched and loud voice, he came across a tall blue-haired male swaying his bare feet from a branch in dirty jean overalls. Shouting at him, he caught the attention very quickly. Like a whisper though, he could hear another's voice that had no exact location on where it came from, saying the original most horrifying words that connected very quickly in Johnny's head that had him running seconds later.

"He can see you."

With a sloppy smile, Johnny awoke from his reminiscing mind at the sight of the blue haired male sitting on an old rotting couch.

"Hey Rolf! How's it hangin'?" With a wide wild grin, Rolf stood tall and waved both of his arms, nearly jumping up and down.

"Ha! Johnny the wood boy! Double D Ed-boy has news from his scouting!"


1st POV

Dead yet still among the living, as if I were the protagonist in one of those modern, of so unique movies and original movies. Although luckily, there is absolute no reference I can make toward my life after death to the popular sparkly-vampire Twilight movie, luckily. In fact, since the discovery of the alluring Structure after my arrival to Limbo, Rolf and I have been pursuing information we could have never before imagined that have continued answering questions for us.

The first example on that is on where our bodies were buried in the first place. Despite markers for both of us at the local Peach Cemetery, our bodies did not reside there. In fact, it was miles away from our mangled pieces.

Another discovery we have picked apart was how our deaths worked, and why the universe itself seemed to agree that we belonged in a sunny limbo, especially compared to the others we have been able to find sparse members of. Due to an experiment on testing and playing with Death in the year of 2013, though nobody exactly human volunteered, they were able to discover something exquisite with the test subjects being worms due to their similar mechanisms that still reside in mammals. If someone were to die from a heart attack, they wouldn't die right away. No not at all, in fact it triggers a chemical reaction that sends one last pulse through out the body that in worms, comes off as a blue hue. Scientists were able to identify it as a chemical pathway of self-destruction that spreads cell death in worms. It continues throughout the body, until all life that ever has been, is gone. Once gone, those cells cannot be revived.

Equally interesting though, they were able to figure out how to prevent, or delay as nobody can really escape death, if they're caused by certain events like an infection through a former aggressive stabbing, though of course nobody can prevent the easiest and nicest way to go from after living a nice comfortable life called 'dying from old age' where most typically just pass peacefully in their sleep. The group of Scientists all believe that this pathway of death disproves a few beliefs that come with aging, though we weren't able to find much more after that that actually involved the last moments of death, rather finding more about growing threatening viruses unfortunately.

With theories after theories, Rolf and I had came to an interesting conclusion that doesn't sound too far-fetched with our already borderline supernatural experiences. Due to spiritual energy, the last slow pulse of death echoed desperately due to our strong emotions of terror than anything else. 25 years of being able to view the world passing by, and to lurk in the shadows of scientific discoveries, learning how to manipulate the world around us with the original beautiful discoveries that brought energy into a new light for us both and the world around us, if they were to actually know what we were doing. Since we're not even physical beings, only made up of atoms that create our spiritual energy, it only takes concentration and our own being transferred consistently of and with Alternating Current. We're not even completely sure about living breathing humans, although we have observed that heavily religious ones were able to send out their own pulses during prayers. Rolf was able to assist in that theory, as it only had left my logical atheist noggin confused with a headache manifesting from my high frustration levels.

Though we still aren't sure on if there is a god or any kind of superior being to our souls, heavy believers for all kinds of religions follow guidelines and rules to please their own ideas. With some of those beliefs, they believed praying had connected themselves to the man in the sky, and during said prayers they'd concentrate intently to the point of a tight swelling in their chests of spiritual energy gathering only to explode outward, affecting the area around themselves.

Personally I have no idea on what to think of that. Never being one to be religious, I did not believe in anything outside of the facts that science itself was able to prove to the world publicly, or through successful attempts. Then again, I'm just a soul floating around and people can't even see my simple appearance. Despite popular belief as well, we do not even carry chains. We do not appear as we did when we died, which would be quite gruesome as several people are murdered yearly. We do some-what appear like everyday other human beings though in clothes we ourselves find comfortable, and as I discovered, appear as we did in the best time of our life emotionally and partially physically.

For Rolf, that meant he appeared when as he was when 16 years old despite dying at the ripe age of 17 in his time. From a difficult harvesting season, his family had became strained and therefore money and food had came short with some livestock dying off from a mysterious disease. It didn't take long for us to both agree that he is older than he appeared, and with the reality of death between us both and my vast knowledge of being 80 years after his time all together with the information we've been collecting during scouts, he was able to mature faster than he had aged when he was alive in our time knowing each other.

I myself appear at the age of 15 years old, simply because I am 15 years old and had an okay life of the original modernized America slowing down compared to some of my counter-parts and classmates in school. Comparing the time of the late 1980s to 2015 though, it's like watching a drab black and white television show being upgraded into an apparently fascinating movie with explosions and and cheesy catch phrases.

Though not much for vanity, both Rolf and I had never felt insecure for our odd appearances compared to the now modern fashions. Him in his baggy jean overalls, and myself in my white button up shirt with dark jeans for school without my vest.

At least we never did until a boy named Johnny that now resides on Rolf's former land saw him, and heard me.

Our meeting was amusing though, as Rolf and I were discussing the members of that said neighborhood and our thoughts on them as a whole. We had reached the topic of Johnny, who even then Rolf had named as Wood Boy due to his tendency of talking to a plank of wood to make up for his lack of social skills with people his age. Of course, I suppose anybody that heard people discussing someone they know or the person themselves, they would come and snoop, even to just hear what was going to be said or who was saying it. Instead of finding people, he found a confused Rolf staring at him and heard my voice that clearly terrified him.

Running away is genuinely futile if some kind of creature was after you.

It became very clear that he could not see me, but only Rolf as he literally ran right through me when I had appeared in front of his frantic self. It took Rolf manifesting and going through Johnny for him to trip over a tree limb and start backing into a tree begging for us not to kill him. Though Rolf kept up a tough glad and amused appearance, I could see the tears in the corner of his eyes from pure happiness of being seen by a real breathing person. It was quickly explained that the whispering voice Johnny could hear, was actually me speaking normally. Of course, as beings of energy people can see wisps of us or feel us in the corner of their eyes and sometimes faintly hear us, though they normally can't hear the articulated words we pronounce.

Though it took only a few days for us to figure out on why he could see Rolf of all people that still visit and haunt this plane of existence.

Rolf had a little sister that was still fertile despite himself not being so.

As her only son took control of the herd animals and land, he had sold some of it to the city that was hoping to expand the small town of Peach Creek. Doing so, the city was finishing its final form by the late 40s, after World War 2. With a factory out in the distance on the edge of the former grazing land, in between the small set of almost clustered houses that now made up the Cul-de-Sac neighborhood, was a dumping yard full of items that nobody wanted anymore, in which our bodies were buried underneath.

That made Johnny Rolf's Great-Great-Great Uncle, as Rolf's little sister was Johnny's Great-Great Grandma. Not even hiding it from Johnny, Rolf had burst out into tears as his family believed the line all together on all sides would never be continued. We all still aren't exactly sure on how Johnny is able to hear me exactly, even if my choice of words are coming to him as random whispers though we're speculating it from my high amount of energy and from being around Rolf quite a bit.

Since then, we have learned how to pick up writing utensils, and just enough tricks to be able to write faintly. That is typically how we meet up with Johnny now, leaving faint notes in his room. We all try to meet often, especially when we have new discoveries to help him expand on his basic knowledge from the dwindling down education, and other times just to simply ensure that we're all not alone.

While we can and do sometimes run into people from other yet similar planes, we're all still sent to different ones to help us move on as we have all died differently and yet similarly. Unfortunately, that means we have ran into some very horrible souls that we refuse to ever meet in contact of again. So therefore to avoid them, we mainly hang out on the son of the Shepard's land all together, watching. Though due to our recent ability of being able to pick up small peculiar objects and force them down, that means I guiltily have been assisting a few people in their everyday life, though I won't admit that to Johnny just yet.

Today though, today was wonderful.

Due to our familiar relationship with Johnny, he of course has told us of his personal experiences with the other kids that reside in the Cul-de-Sac, and not all of them have been exactly nice. We knew of the bully Kevin, his crush on Nazz, his hate for Jimmy, and his wish to help the living Ed's. We knew so much, that we knew more than him, though I will admit that I know just a small tad bit more than Rolf right now.

After serving his detention for using Plank as a bat to fling food back, he had seen our note to meet us at the junk yard, and was now walking towards us, with an already loud conversation being shot between him and Rolf. Losing myself in my thoughts, I knew they deserved the moment of peace before I quite literally wrecked their worlds with my devious plan of manipulation of getting revenge for Johnny, mainly to a certain boy who has caught my attention.

Lounging on the couch, I watched Johnny throw his arms up with a big smile on his face, only to then start imitate swinging a baseball bat to explain his entertaining lunch period. We of course had seen from outside the window, and even though the mess and unsanitary-made food flinging disturbed me, I enjoyed it as much as Rolf to see something we both experienced with others in an advanced time.

Standing myself up, Rolf's grin dropped down to an almost mischievous smile pointed at me, and noticing the said smile Johnny slowly trailed off and nearly bounced over onto a spot of the couch, with Rolf following and dropping down next to him.

"Salutations, Johnny."

"Hiya Double D!" With a faint shiver that always came and gone up his spine, my voice always first disturbing him in each encounter despite my constant articulation and louder than normal voice, which only now comes out as a loud-whisper that comes from all directions for him.

"Gentlemen, as you may know I have not arrived at our last meeting due to some unforeseen circumstances, that have came to my attention." Standing tall before them both despite one not being able to see me at all, the other slowly losing his smile and narrowed his eyes directly into mine as I turned to my side and started to pace before them. "Though not was all wasted during my scouting for information."

"Ed-boy, get to it or the eggs will hatch sooner than you." With an amused half smile that was borderline a smirk, I stopped pacing and stared at Rolf in the eyes.

"As you may already know, we are beings of energy. With the help of Nikola Tesla's discovery for Alternating Current, we have been able to manipulate energy ourselves and have ignited fires, snapped items that are otherwise unbreakable, fling things, and cause explosions. If we want to be called so, we could be poltergeists wishing to wreck havoc." Shoving my hands into my pockets, I continued with the same flat-line voice, hoping to build up suspense. "As it has been revealed, we are invisible to cameras, don't even show in mirrors or windows, and just barely even show in the corner of people's eyes even when we eject negative emotions."

Tilting my head to the side as Johnny and Rolf's eyes clouded over with confusion, I waited a minute for any questions, only for Johnny to be the one to open his mouth. "What does that all have to do with anything, especially since we already know all that."

My head straightened up-right completely back onto my shoulders, with a borderline malicious smirk growing on my lips as I walked with an almost swagger to Johnny, as Rolf tensed and watched in silence, ready to move and send us back at the first sign of cruel intentions.

Reaching my hands out nice and slow, my chest swelled with a pulsing energy that I knew Johnny could slowly begin to feel as his eyes widened. My natural dark attire only growing darker, fitting a more human-like appealing bold color with my pale skin reaching a finally pink tint I recognize that only showed in Limbo anymore. My arms finally reaching their designation of Johnny's shoulders, only for him to freeze up as I slowly came into a haunting view for him on contact, only becoming a menacing shadow just barely blocking out the sun. "We classify as Potential energy, awaiting to be used. Though we are souls that have our own source that we intake from others and pieces of nature forcefully and gently, we can still be seen, and we will be." Slowly letting go of his shoulders, I knew I stayed in view as he continued to keep his eyes directly on my tall frame.

Leaning back and standing up straight once more, I kept the smirk on my face as I looked down upon Rolf's and Johnny's shocked faces. "With force, we can create thermal energy in our own bodies, appearing exactly as if we are humans in thermographic cameras and enough heat to imitate the human touch, electromagnetic energy to alleviate our voices to be truly heard and bring our body frames just barely into focus for cameras and videos, appearing as though we are the ghosts people expect from the horror movies, though living-like in person." As I took a step back, and continued my pacing, I awaited their questions once more, which came extremely soon I continued to move my body once more.

"Eddward, does this mean you want to imitate being human!?" Stopping in mid-pace I spun on my feet and rose an eyebrow at Rolf for actually using my name for once and the wild question. Shaking my head side to side, I thought on how I could quickly explain this without getting all miserable over such the fact of him and I still being dead.

"No. Originally, my plan was to assist Johnny in getting a little bit of vengeance back and so things can begin to workout in his favor, but we could try and get it to also benefit us in our observations on this neighborhood and basic information gathering for when he enters High school." With that, Rolf's angry expression softened into interest as he turned to Johnny who was still staring at the barely wavering shadow appearance of the intelligent boy.

Squinting his eyes and tilting his head in curiosity, Johnny was clearly suspicious. "How exactly would you help me for this to work out in my favor?"

With an almost maniacal giggle, I responded quite happily, "Over the rest of the school year and this summer, we will be embarrassing people in subtle ways and appearing randomly to frighten the others into showing almost insane tendencies. Nothing that will scar them or ruin them, but to teach them a little decency."

With a few blinks of his eye lids, he turned to Rolf searching for advice on what to do, and with a glance toward my presence that was looking quite human to him, he turned to Johnny.

"Johnny, wood boy. We will come to you on what should be allowed and what shouldn't, and like Sock-in-head Ed-boy said, we will only do what will teach them human decency, and what will help you get a recommendation from your teachers to be able to assist us as well once you reach the upper grades." Nodding slowly, Johnny let a smile float and flutter across his face, and turned to me, and with a deep slow nod, he agreed.

Smiling at him normally, I let out a small genuine grin before I released the energy that was still swelling inside my body. "It's a deal." Feeling immensely tired after the release, I nodded to Rolf who gave me a grateful smile. "I'll be leaving back to Limbo to rest, I'm quite exhausted now."

"Thank you Double D!"

"Sweet dreams, dear Ed-boy."

Feeling my body slowly be pulled away, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to scatter appropriately, disappearing by atom and atom that I knew was swirling up toward the sky, especially only to be suctioned into a small hole several feet above us as a whole. When I felt my body piece together and settle, I opened my eyes once more to view the amazing thousands of sunflowers that were facing in all sorts of directions to attempt to feel the sun that was risen high above in the air on their petals.

Lifting myself from off the ground inside the Structure that was near the portal, I stood up and walked down the small set of steps that faced south, and walked to my favorite biome, the field that I had appeared in when I had first died and appeared in Limbo. Laying down in the piece of grass I seemed to forever left my impression in, I closed my eyes tiredly and let out a deep sigh, feeling my energy already slowly coming back to me. With my eyes closed, I drifted off into a hallucination that always imitated dreaming.