Falseshipping (Cadeline/Strings)
. . .
She wondered, for the hundredth time, if it wouldn't be possible to possess it.
Being a ghost was kind of boring once you became one. It wasn't like the movies pretended it was going to be. She had kind of wanted to become a vengeful spirit and fuck around with people, pretend to be a poltergeist or mess around with teenagers using a Ouija board, but it looked like she couldn't really interact with anything at all. She could walk on the ground, but she passed through walls and she couldn't touch anything or knock it over. People didn't even shiver when she walked through them. Maybe she should think about just passing on—she was pretty sure she could do that.
Cadeline walked in a slow circle around the still white mime. It hadn't moved in so long that if she hadn't seen it breathing, she would have thought it was a statue. She couldn't really place it as a gender or even as a human, so 'it' seemed to be the best identifier. It had been standing on this bench like an evil clown ready to start stabbing people at the slightest provocation for the past ten hours. She had counted.
Was it even really alive or was it a robot? Did it have a brain? Who could sit here like this for so long? What was it waiting for?
And why couldn't she, a ghost, at the very least possess it and do a few things with a real solid body for at least a few minutes since it didn't seem like it cared about using it.
Suddenly, it straightened all the way up, so quickly that Cadeline actually yelped, jumping back despite knowing that it couldn't see or interact with her.
It shot off of the bench like a bullet and tore away faster than she could breathe.
She stared at its passing—if she had had a heart, it would have been racing.
"The fuck?" she mumbled.
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A/N: Same, Cadeline. Next is Fakeshipping (Yami no Marik x Jonouchi x Marik).
