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I noticed that it's been a while sense I've updated so I thought I needed too. This chapter is going to maybe be a bit intense and out of character, but it's for you to get to know the situation better and the other characters. Sorry!

Warning: Curse words and sexual comments will be made in this chapter.

So, let me begin and thank you for reading!

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Title: Keeping It Together

Or Maybe Not

Casper only stared in shock as his smelly uncle flew past him from the kitchen door, fake sobbing and rather loudly at that. Fatso went after Stinkie, saying words as sweet as sugar to him while floating after him. A pair of blue eyes glanced upwards at the ghost, the little ghost shrugging a shoulder at Sara's confused look. With a shrug back the two headed towards the kitchen door, Casper simply floating through the door as Sara smacked her face against the door, a curse word loudly being pronounced from her lips.

Oh yeah- He was the ghost, not her, she couldn't float through walls.

"That curse word had better not have left from your lips, young lady!"

"I wasn't me; it was Casper who said it."

She lied as she pushed the door open; reviling to her eyes that Casper scrunched his lips to the side of his mouth, trying not to laugh. The girl caught the sight of her mother sitting at the wooden table, the ghost with a long nose sitting across from her. Both 'adults' had annoyed looks on their faces, both with a cup of coffee, and both passing an annoyed expression at Casper and Sara.

She would have giggled if her mother didn't scare her so much in the morning, especially this early.

"What have I told you about lying?"

"Naw, I believe the gaul, Casper must have been the one who had cursed."

"What?"

Stretch shrugged mindlessly as a smirk grew on his face, playing with his coffee.

"Yeah- That curse word was said in an annoyin', high-pitch, perky, and girly voice. It sounded just like Casper's voice."

"We heard a thud though when someone ran into the door, Sara is only dumb enough to do something like that."

"Don't give Short Sheet that much credit, if he wasn't dead he would be runnin' in ta' doors too."

Both of the younger ones in the room held sour faces as Casper headed towards a pair of cabinets, pulling out three plates that were piled with food. Sara only stared in astonishment at all the food that fit on those plates, a plate being before Stretch and in two other spots. Those plates must have been for Fatso and Stinkie, the two who had left the room in a hurry. Sally smirked over her coffee as she gazed at the violet eyed ghost, nodding to herself.

"That was pretty good getting the two of them like that, I'm impressed. For someone as obnoxious, rude, and as dead as yourself I didn't believe that you could think."

"I didn't 'tink that a fleshie like yourself was even capable of thought either, so right back to 'ya."

Casper slightly glanced over his shoulder at his oldest uncle, a confused look crossing his transparent face at the sight. His uncle- The uncle he knew for being cruel, cold and for being just as bitter in the morning as Dracula- was just sitting there, not touching his food, simply playing with his coffee. He was actually being quiet and civilized, well… Almost civilized, it was a beginning. The pale 12-year-old joined Casper's side, ignoring his protests as she began helping him make breakfast.

Unknown to Casper, Stretch glanced over his nephew, seeing a smile on his face that he hadn't seen in absolute months. Kat and Doctor Harvey had been here when he had last smiled like that, that true and genuine smile he had been used to seeing. The happiness his uncle felt for his nephew disappeared in a blink of an eye, rage taking over him, coffee cup trembling.

What? Were they not good enough for him? Why does he start smilin' and laughin' when two fleshies come into their home? Why weren't they good enough for him, huh? Was it 'cuz they didn't have skin and crap like that? Huh? Why weren't they, the Ghostly Trio, good enough for their nephew, Casper? Huh, huh, HUH?

These fleshies needed to go.

"So Casper, why da' hell am I awake before you, huh? You think it's alright for you to be sleeping around all day and not do your chores? You slacking off now?"

Everyone in the kitchen except Stretch jumped slightly, where did this anger come from?

"I… Uhh- It wasn't like…"

"Oh? So you now gonna make up excuses, huh? Well you know what, you are just completely useless and can just-"

"Monster!"

Before Stretch could finish all eyes turned towards the kitchen door, seeing the sight of Stinkie looking in fear at Sally as Fatso rolled his eyes. Stinkie's arms were held in Fatso's grasp, the large ghost tugging him along as he made his brother sit down in his seat. The large ghost passed Stretch a raised, non-existing eyebrow, the oldest ghost realizing that he had been leaning upwards.

Grumbling, he placed himself back into his seat, ignoring all their gazes. Casper and Sara just stood there in shock, gazing at him in both fear and worry. Where had this mood come from? Frowning deeply, the young ghost began cooking breakfast again, Fatso and Stinkie digging into their food by now. Sally noticed the frown on the young ghost's face, feeling a knot forming in her mind as she pointed an index finger at Stretch over her coffee cup.

"The hell is your problem, huh? He didn't even do anything wrong! He came downstairs and began cooking; he even placed your plates down with food already on them!"

"The hell do you 'tink you are, lady? Here you come, strolling in my home and you 'tink 'ya got the right to just yell at me! My brothers and I run this house the way we want too and there ain't no fleshie that's going to tell us otherwise! This ain't your house lady, get 'da hell out!"

Stretch completely ignored her question about his issue, he… How could he explain to that damn fleshie that his problem was the fact that Casper was smiling and laughing for them? He was laughing for them, the fleshies, not even his own uncles. At his response Sally stood up, slamming one of her hands on the table, leaning towards all three ghosts. A pale hand went into the inside of the shirt and her bra and before any of the Ghostly Trio could make a sexual comment she pulled the Deed of Whipstaff Manor from her bra.

"I think I'm the new owner of this house, that's who I am!"

"Mom, don't, this isn't going to-"

"No! No, I won't take this crap, not from any male, alive or dead. Do you ghosts here me? This isn't your house anymore, it's mine- I bought it, I have the deed, I moved in here, and now I wear the pants in this household right now. You're living out a lie if you believe I'm going to leave this house just because a few ghosts scare me! I won't ever leave this house, you hear me?"

She nearly screamed at the top of her lungs, leaning over the table as her blonde hair tumbled over her face, hands shaking. Stretch's own hands were in trembling fists, no one noticing that the cup on the table was also slightly shaking and trembling.

His eyes were a deadly scarlet, cold expression on his features as everyone around them sat in fearful silence. Sara knew her mother, she knew that when her mother started she wouldn't stop unless she was done or killed. The ghosts in the room though, they were scared for a different reason…

Stretch had never stayed this quiet before when he was so angry, this wasn't good.

"We won't leave this home, not just because you're trying to scare us away. If you want to yell and scream at your own son then fine, but not when I'm here. I won't see any male do that again, especially to a sweet boy like Casper. Huff and puff all you like, but I'm not leaving this house and I won't let you yell at such an innocent boy. I'm not leaving unless you kill me."

The mother picked up her paperwork from the table edge and began walking towards the wooden door, a snarl on her face. The sound of something cracking caught her attention though made her turn her head, watching in terror as Stretch's coffee cup broke in millions of pieces. The mug shattered all around the room, coffee now staining the table as he kept staring forward. Finally, with a tilt of his head at the mother he wore an emotionless expression, opening his mouth to calmly say-

"Then I guess I'll just have 'ta kill 'ya to get you out of my house."

And then she was gone from the kitchen.

Fatso and Stinkie looked towards both of their sides to gaze at Stretch, who was only sitting there, hands trembling. The coffee was seeping into the wood now; Casper was already on the case as he tried cleaning up the mess with a rag in his shaky hands. The ghosts in the room tried to act calm though in all truthfulness they weren't calm, they had never seen Stretch do a trick like that before.

Sara, on the other hand, had a pale hand against her chest like she just had a heart-attack. Her teeth were dug into her bottom lip; she had held herself back from screaming like a little girl when the cup randomly shattered.

Casper almost died for a second time as his blue eyes met the pair of violet eyes staring directly at him.

"You ain't my kid."

"…What?"

"You. Ain't. My. Damn. Kid. She said I shouldn't treat my damn own son like that and you ain't my damn kid, so her point was irrelevant. It didn't mean crap and she's sexist. Did any of 'ya hear the way she all whined about males? Pathetic."

Fatso passed Stinkie a confused look behind Stretch's back, Stinkie shrugging his shoulders in confusion- Their oldest brother was taking his yelling rather calmly, it was like it had just been a little tiny bug that made a smear on his window shield. Weird. He was usually angrier than this, what was his problem?

"It's not pathetic; my mother has her reasons for everything she does."

All heads, except Stretch, turned towards the voice that had spoken up for the first time after the incident began. The oldest ghost didn't even glance towards the worried kid though, glaring daggers at the young ghost that was floating before him. Sara flinched under their gazes, shifting from one foot to the other in embarrassment, fingers running through her hair.

"Why? She ain't getting laid or something?"

The blue eyed girl passed Stinkie an annoyed look.

"No, it's… Complicated. Guys have never been nice to my mom is all, from work to dating, even when she had been married to my father."

"He didn't abuse you guys, did he?"

Fatso perked up, dreading the answer along with Stinkie and Casper- It wasn't like they were friends with these fleshies, but it was just… They seemed nice. Sara was friendly and Sally had the guts to yell at Stretch and to live in a haunted house, it took skill to do that.

"No, not physically, but there are words that he said that will never leave our minds. Look, it just must have set my mother off when you yelled at Casper is all. She really is a nice person, just… Hot-headed is all. I know that she didn't mean what she said, I'm sorry for her."

"You're mother did mean what she said and stop apologizin' for her, a kid like you ain't supposed to say sorry for your mother's actions. She's her own person."

Stretch spoke-up as he silently kept gazing at Casper, unnerving the young ghost to no end at how much he was getting stared at. The group stayed in silence as they sat in their own thoughts, Casper taking a seat right before his uncle. The two kept staring at each other though not really realizing that the other was there, too deep in their own thoughts. Both were frowning and though neither one realized it; both thought the same thing at the same time.

'This isn't going to end well.'

Well; so much for a happy beginning.

To Be Continued…

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