Author's note: I just got back from New Orleans, so here's the next chapter. Also, Mat is still writing from my point of view. Not that I'm complaining.
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Chapter 6: A Ghost of a Chance
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Mathew and I continued to walk along with Sam. All we could find was more and more dust and nothing else.
"The rematch with the two of us determines who goes out with Brittney, you know," I reminded Mathew.
"I know," Mathew replied back to me.
"But since you almost kicked my butt in our first match, I'll go out with her, but we still have our rematch."
I was shocked at what Mathew said, but I made it official that our rematch was mandatory.
(Mat fell flat early this time, but it gives me more to write, so I don't mind.)
"Don't the two of you ever talk about anything other than that stupid rematch?" Sam interrupted.
"We've got serious business ahead of us!"
Mathew sighed. "Right. Sorry."
For a moment, the walk continued silently. Then, something passed through the wall. Another ghost, probably. The ghost turned to face us. "Who are you?"
"Clover?" Sam exclaimed, recognizing the ghost in an instant.
"Is THAT what happened to you after you disappeared?"
"Yes," the ghost responded.
"The last thing I remember was some guy putting Alex and me in some strange machine, and the next thing I knew, we were like this."
"So Alex is a ghost too," I deduced.
As if on cue, Alex's ghost showed up as well.
Mathew stepped forward. "You probably don't recognize us the way we are. Rouge over there is Sam, Tails is Leo, and I'm Mat. Blame a great idea of Leo's for our appearance."
"When I tried to get away, you stopped me," the Alex ghost reminded us.
"And now look what's happened to me!"
"Don't worry, we'll liberate you," Sam assured the ghosts.
"Tell me a little more about this machine you mentioned."
"Well, what I remember is that it was really big, and that the name GHOSTIONIZER or something like that was printed on the side," Clover explained.
"Ghostionizer?" Sam confirmed.
"How do you spell that?"
Before anyone else could say anything, a trap door opened up, dropping Sam, Mathew, and me down. Not that you'd expect a trap door to drop us up. Or sideways, for that matter.
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Yeah, a little suspense here.