Spectra walked towards Casper High's parking lot, a smirk on her lips and the radiance of a fifteen-year-old about her.

She could have flown away to her

lair

apartment, but why waste the pretty car Bertrand had already stolen, the dear?

There was a rustling of leaves and a giggle, and Spectra's attention went to the bushes, the potential of a lost, young soul seeking refuge from their harried home life by staying after school spurning her to act.

"Mm, what do we have here?" What did she have here indeed?

The poor little thing! Dressed in such drags and with her colourful hair in a disastrous state that had nothing to do with punk aesthetics.

"Oh, sweetheart, what are you doing here?"

The girl turned to her with the face of someone who wasn't fully here.

"Uhh, I was looking for my oldest brother, so I took a labyrinth to his house, but he's, he's not here."

A… labyrinth?

Spectra looked around the parking lot, and came to the conclusion that for someone in this… condition, it may as well be a maze.

"Mm, yes, I believe you tried your best, and yet it didn't work." She started. "Maybe there is a reason, though; has your brother tried visiting you?"

The girl giggled and looked at the ghost with her miss-matched eyes, then as if telling her a secret, stage whispered, "They can't go to my house, Destiny cant' stand it, it's too muchy for him!"

Spectra lifted her eyebrows and let her glasses slid down her nose to show surprise rather than scrunch her face in complete confusion and get wrinkles.

"That's what they say, isn't it? They promise and promise but ultimately end up shrugging you off because, in reality, they don't want to be with you."

Spectra could almost savour the energy that was about to abandon the girl, leaving only a depressed shell of a person.

The girl pouted, and said, "Mm, I liked you better back when you visited my house all the time."

That… was not what was meant to happen.

"I'm sorry?"

"Yes! You used to laugh so much and I found you I parties all the time!"

The ectoplasm that made her body seemed to freeze and clog through her, which was the closest she got to feeling chills run down her body these days.

The girl's hair seemed to float about her head like a colourful halo, and around her, bubbles appeared out of nowhere.

"Like that time you went to your ex's house to have fun with his stud and his car! You were right! Driving is really funny!" Spectra took a step back, and the being's face fell. "But then my sister took you away, and now all you do is want and go back to before when you were young." She stood up, and dusted her skirt off the bright butterflies that had not been there a second ago. "I can make you feel young and beautiful. Forever and ever! And you can come back to my house and we can play cards all the time!" She smiled and reached out with her hand, and Penelope had not been this afraid the day she had died.

Death could not stop her, but maybe insanity would.

"Stay away from me!" She yelled, breathing hard even though she didn't need to, shaking and stumbling back, hitting a wall with her back.

Delirium stopped, and the smile and hope in her eyes left. She swayed in her place and, as abruptly as Penny Spencer had left her years ago, she was gone.

Don't mess with an Endless.

Man, writing Delirium is as hard as writing Luna Lovegood.

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