WARNING! The following contains a horribly, horribly OOC Rick because I suck at writing the Adventure Sphere's personality. I won't deny it, and I'm stating it here and now to prevent bashing from Rick's fans.

The following has been rated T for Terrible.


The poor woman sat on her couch for quiet a while, trying to figure out how to stop such an elaborate trick.

But then, when she least expected it, a new spirit appeared right behind her.

"Hey." The spirit's gruff voice sounded depressed.

"What do you want." Gladys said, more stating her disapproval of the situation than caring to ask.

"See? This is what I told those other guys, I clearly said 'She won't listen to you' 'She won't care' blahdey blahdey blah. And did they care? Hell no! That's why I'm stuck here, talking to you, the person who has ruined everyone in a 50 mile radius' Christmas, and my life!" The depressed spirit said, clearly sad that she had ruined the only thing in HIS jurisdiction, and his job.

"What is your stupid spirit name and why are you here." Gladys declared flatly, very displeased.

"My NAME is The Ghost Of Christmas Present, and I'm at this godforsaken PLACE because I have to show you what the hell you've been doing to everyone else's lives during your self pity fest." The spirit said, sounding bored and still very depressed.

Gladys chuckled "Oh, I KNOW what effect I've had on everyone else, I just don't CARE. I LOVE their suffering." She said sweetly, sending chills down the spirit's back.

Suddenly, they seemed to be in Morrison's house.

The place was nice and cozy, even though it was quite small, and the Mel made sure to keep it in good shape, even though they were going to be evicted in two days.

It was around 7:00 A.M. and Morrison was talking to Kevin while he was scrubbing dishes.

"Dad, why isn't Ms. Johnson nice? Everyone seems to respect her." The boy asked Morrison.

"I don't know Kev, maybe it's not enough, to be respected, maybe she needs, a-a friend." Morrison told the boy.

"Why aren't you her friend? If all she needs is a friend, you could help her!" The boy stated proudly, happy he had worked out a solution to the problem.

"I... I tried being her friend, once, but it was very hard, and she was very mean." Morrison told the boy sadly.

"Hmm... How about I be her friend? I think I can do it, it shouldn't be very hard for me, dad."

Morrison chuckled a bit "Yeah, you do make friends easily, but, I don't think she wants a friend, right now." Morrison told the boy.

Then the scenery faded back to Gladys's house.

"See? You're cruel to everyone around you, and they still want to be your friend! Even that boy wanted to help you for god's sake!" The spirit told Gladys, who was looking bored.

"Are you done yet? I think I've filled my lifetime quota of caring." She said.

The spirit sighed "Well, I guess I'm done here, then, I'll go inform... Her... That she needs to come visit you." The spirit said, shortly before disappearing.

Almost as soon as the spirit left, a new spirit appeared. A spirit wearing a totally black cloak with her arms folded in a disapproving manner.

She was not amused.

"Oh goodie, another ghostly being has come to bore me and waste my time, I wonder what this one will say." Gladys said sarcastically.

The spirit stayed quiet, clearly not amused.

"What? You aren't going to warn me of my impending doom? Try to guilt trip me into being happy?" Gladys taunted.

The spirit's frown deepened, but she stayed quiet as the scenery changed to an almost pitch black grave yard and she raised her right arm to point at a nearby grave.

Gladys slowly walked over to the grave, wondering exactly what the spirit was trying to show her.

When she came to the grave, it was totally black and she couldn't see what was written on it.

"What exactly are you trying to show me? A pitch black grave? Why would I even care about-" Suddenly, pineapples appeared around the grave and a loud thunk rang out as a spotlight shone on the grave.

The grave read:

Gladys Olivia Johnson

1974-2015

CEO of Aperture Science

Last living relatives: None

R.I.P


A./N.

If you haven't noticed, Story Teller called Wheatley Morrison, why? Because that's what Gladys calls him.

RAWR!