`Sup people. Im keeping this AU alive thanks to /gumballfanatic1 who commisioned another fic. This time its Ghost!Sasha and Anne friendship time!

Oh, and Marcy gets upsets and almost burns down the house, that also happens.

Enjoy!

"Take that!" shouted Sasha, stabbing her broom, brimming with fire, into the cobweb in the corner, blazing it to ashes.

Today she was asked to clean the attic, which meant eradicating the horde of spiders that had homed there over the years. Sorry girls, Boss Anne wants it pest free.

Focused as she was on her job, she was unaware of what the human girl and her personal ghost were doing. Then she heard the shouting. Two voices, back and forth. Sasha floated down the attic into the hallway leading to Anne's bedroom, just about the same time Marcy rushed out of the said bedroom. She crashed against Sasha, their auras smacking and sending sparks flying. Sasha was about to chew off at Marcy. Then she took a look at her.

She was consumed by fire, from her feet to her hair, which had risen up like a candle fire. Her face was darkened by the green flames, but she was crying, tears combusting as they were born.

"D-don't look at me." Marcy covered her face as if the flames didn't do it already. "I-I just need space. Check up on Anne, please."

Marcy floated down the ground, leaving a burn mark on the floor that will be a pain in the ass to get rid of.

This scene had happened a few times before. Marcy was a powerful ghost, but she couldn't control her pyrokinesis well, especially when upset. And in the month and a half she'd been living in Sasha's house, she'd gotten upset a lot. The reason? Anne, usually. Marcy probably retreated to the basement to cry it off.

Now, Sasha didn't like to be told what to do, but she'd been eager to talk to Anne one on one for a while. It was elemental to her plan to get them to leave the house. Step one, earn Anne's trust. Step two, convince Anne that this house was too much of a fixer-upper and leave. Step three, enjoy her lonely afterlife in peace. Simple, in theory.

Sasha pecked into the room through the closed door. Anne was made a ball in her bed, crying her eyeballs out. There was a burnt spot on the sheets.

Sasha rapped at the door. Anne lifted her gaze like a gazelle in front of a lion.

"Go away," she said and went back to her self-pity.

Sasha would absolutely not. "You OK?" she asked.

Anne cried, "Why do you care?"

"I don't. But Marcy's made a candle, and I'd like this thing between you two to be fixed before she burns my furniture. You know how she gets."

Sasha playing the guilt card worked well; Anne lifted her head. She was a mess of tears and nasal fluid.

"It's nothing," said Anne and tried to clean her face with the hem of her shirt. Sasha snapped her fingers, summoning a tissue. She came into the room and handed it to Anne.

"I just… I asked Marcy why she didn't hate me for killing her."

Ah, that's the thing.

"It all goes back to that day, uh?" said Sasha, hand on her chin.

"Guess so."

"Mmm," Sasha pretended to think. "Maybe it would be good for you to talk it out with some of your friends."

Anne sneered. "I don't have any friends."

Sasha knew that. "Great! Then it's perfect that I'm here and willing to listen." She lay back on the bed, hands behind her head. "Or you could go back to mopping alone. Whatever you want."

But Sasha knew Anne was a social creature and, after endless seconds of thinking, Anne cleared her throat and began her tale.

It was a classic story. Two girls, childhood best friends. They did everything together. Went to school together, fooled around together, and got their lunch money stolen together. 'Those two', people would call them. It was so sweet it gave Sasha cavities.

Then they grew up and went to college together. Anne picked herpetology, and Marcy, medicine. From the word of it, the college ambiance bloomed Anne. She loved her classes, loved her classmates, and didn't have trouble making friends. Marcy had a rougher time. She did well in classes but she found out medicine wasn't her calling. And she had a hard time making friends. Of the two of them, Anne had always been the more outgoing, while Marcy was happy to live in her shadow.

And then Anne went into the bit about the party…

"She shouldn't have gone," Anne concluded, nose still wet. "But a classmate invited me to this big house in the middle of nowhere where we could do whatever and I just had to go. I got Marcy there screaming and kicking. She's not a social person and prefers to live in her own world. But she went because of me.

"Once there, I met with my group of friends." She made the tissue in her hands into a ball. "I tried to include Marcy but she felt out of place so I… told her to go socialize with new people. A-and she did."

Anne took a moment to laugh. Those sneering, incredulous laughs that came out of nowhere and left you feeling empty.

"When she came back stumbling, hitting herself against the walls —way more than usual— I knew something was off. She was super drunk and laughing but also super tired. She was like spaghetti in my arms. She said she'd taken some pills someone was giving away." Anne grabbed a chunk of her hair. "I-I lost my mind! I didn't know what those bozos had fed Marcy. I figured it was best to get her to her dorms. But I was pretty drunk too and it was pissing raining and… just…"

Anne delved her head into the tissue and began to cry. Sasha got the picture. Maybe some jerk flashed the lights at them and Anne panic-swerved out of the way and into a tree or maybe they had to cross some hazardously built bridge. Whatever. The result was the same.

"That sucks."

Anne glared at her, fuming.

"That's it? I told you how I got my best friend killed and all you have is 'that sucks'?"

"I'm sorry," said Sasha and she didn't lie.

Anne hummed. "You know what part made Marcy mad? When I told her I missed the time when she haunted me. I deserved that. I don't deserve her as a friend."

Sasha considered her thoughts deeply. To her surprise, she actually cared about Anne. There was a part of Sasha, a deep, personal bit of her that cared about people. That wanted to help them shape into their best self. A part that was soft and kind and that Sasha thought had died the day she was killed.

"Do you think that's true?" she finally asked a weakened Anne. "I mean, yeah, you made a mistake."

"I made a thousand mistakes!" Anne replied. "I shouldn't have brought Marcy to that party. I shouldn't have kicked her away like a puppy in the rain. And I sure as Hell shouldn't have taken the wheel what was I thinking!? I should have guided her to the bathroom so she could throw it all out."

"OK, OK, got it. You made bad choices. It happens." Sasha said curtly, yet she took a soft tone. "And you have to live with them."

"But Marcy-"

"Look at it from Marcy's perspective," Sasha went on. "You're talking about a time when she died and came back as a ghost. She was lost and confused. And angry. At you, her best friend in the World. So she took her anger in the worst way possible and tried to make your life miserable. But that didn't make her happy, so she chose to bury the hatchet and try to have some semblance of the friendship she used to have. Now," Sasha said methodically, "you're Marcy, and your best friend tells you she wants to return to that time in her life when she caused you so much pain. You being Marcy, how would you feel?"

Anne's mouth felt agape enough for a horde of flies to get in.

"Why-"

"Psych Major."

"You're joking."

"Nope," said Sasha with pride. "I'd show you my diploma but I bet my parents threw it into the trash. And therapy talk aside." She floated closer to Anne. "Maybe it's not a good idea to be pushing away the person who's bound to you."

Sasha summoned another tissue. Anne cleaned her face thoroughly and then held her arms open.

Sasha shuddered. Was there something in her body language that told Anne Sasha was a hugging person?

"Fine." Sasha relented. "But I have a five seconds rule."

She made herself corporeal just in time for Anne to slam against her. 15 seconds passed before Sasha pushed her away.

"Thank you Sash. I needed that talk-to," said Anne.

Anne beamed a tiny smile, with her still-wet eyes sparkling like stars. Sasha gave her back to Anne. She wasn't blushing. No sire.

"It's nothing," she blurted. "Let's find Marcy before she burns the whole house down."

Sasha wasn't too far off. Marcy's flames had grown into a pillar of fire, with the blazes reaching every corner of the basement. It took a while to calm her enough for her to put off her flames.

She and Anne had another talk. Sasha waited outside the door, definitely not eavesdropping. When they came out, Marcy was smiling and they were holding hands. Sasha sighed. Finally.

"Great. Now grab some brooms 'cause I'm not cleaning the basement by myself."

They did the cleanup together. And as they did, Sasha caught Marcy looking at her and giggling, while Anne had nothing but smiles for her. Sasha kept her head on the job.

This was all for the plan, all for the plan, she told herself, less convinced each time.

And thats it for now!

This AU is really funny to write because of the many layers it has. Anne and her guilt complex vs her desire to be friends with Marcy. Marcy battling her inner ghost desires to haunt Anne and trying to recover some of what they used to have. And Sasha, SASHA, so acustomed to being alone nad feeling like she deserves it finding out she still have a heart, even if its an unbeating, ghostly one.

IDK, i just really like exploring these complex feelings as best as i could.

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