1 The prophet's chair whirled and sparked, sending him flying out of it and onto the corpse-strewn floor. He tried to move his frail and pathetic body, but to no avail.

"Help!" He wheezed to his dead body guards, "I would try to escape but I am too disease ridden since I never washed my hands!"

A green boot was placed on his back, the barrel of a sniper rifle poking into his mushy head. "Too bad for you, they don't have sanitizer in Hell." Jun pulled the trigger, and it was over.

"Oh, Jun!" Kat wrapped her arms around his waist, "The way you shampoo your bald head every morning is soooo sexy, you're way cooler than Emile!"

"Yes, yes I am!" He grinned smugly as a heavenly light shone down on them. Suddenly the dead prophet exploded, sending him flying back.

Groaning, he sat up to see Emile sauntering coyly over to him, hips shaking. Without a word he sat down on his chest and pulled him close.

"Um, Emile?" He asked the spartan, "are you trying to seduce me?"

"Wake up, boy." Came the reply as he lightly patted his cheek.

"-and why does your voice sound so much like Six?"

In response Emile drew back his fist and punched him.

Jun woke up to Six's hand colliding with his face.

"GAH!" He sat up to find himself laying in bed, with an irritated Six sitting on him with a ghostly cloud hovering over her shoulder.

"Finally, you're awake." She stated. "-and what's this about Emile trying to seduce you?"

"Six, what are you doing here? Does Jorge want another tree?"

"No. I need your help-well-actually, HE does." She slipped off the bed, making way the blue glow. Jun squinted in the dark. What was that thing? It looked almost like...

Then it spoke. 'Howdy, Junny, long time no see!"

Finally, he realized who-or what, it was, so he did the only thing any self respecting spartan would do. He threw back his head and-

"Shush!" Six threw a pillow at his face, stopping him. 'We don't want Emile to find out about this, yet."

"Thom?" Jun squeaked, "are you here to drag Emile's soul down to Hell?" He brightened up immediately.

"Nah, I'm just here for a little night time scaring. Now, I need your help."

"Is it because Six is too boring?"

"Hey!" She scowled.

"Yeah, she's a tad slow, but that's not the point. Ever hear of a certain christmas carol? Turns out we need one more ghost, if yah catch my drift." He waggled his dead eye brows.

Jun thought about it. It would be fun getting some petty revenge on Emile, as long as he wasn't getting too dirty.

"Count me in!" He declared, and they set to work.

Six didn't realized how spooked Emile was until they found him in the mess hall, protected by a barricade of sand bags and a couple of mounted turrets. He was just finishing the last touches and checking all his ammo before he settled in for the night.

He eyed the clock in the corner of his HUD. 12:32, he just had to wait a few more hours, then it would be Christmas morning, and Thom's ghost hadn't even shown up, yet. Hah, he doubted he ever would. He would show Six who was the one being spooked, because it certainly wasn't him! But just in case, a couple of mounted turrets might help keep the ghosts away, if there were any.

Clasping his shotgun, he hunkered down, and began the wait.

From the open doorway the three spartans (including the dead one) spied on their victim. Jun's mouth opened for an evil giggle. "Ooo, I can't wait!"

Six wasn't so confident, " I have a feeling at least one of us is going to get shot..." She eyed the guns.

"Nonsense, this plan is idiot proof." Thom scoffed. "Now, Jun is the Ghost of Christmas past since, you know, he knows Emile, you can be the Ghost of the Present, and I'll be the future, where I rise out of the floor and scare the crap out of Emile, now put on your bed sheets!"

"I get the clean one! You know how many dead skin cells dirty sheets have?"

"Fine." Six handed over the one she had just pulled from the dryer, sighing. "Why am I the one that always gets pulled into these stupid schemes."

"Maybe its to make up for your lack of personality?"

"Jun!" She growled, and he quickly shut up.

"Settle down, boy and gal, we just need to wait for the clock to strike one!" Thom shushed them as they settled down, waiting for their que.

Half an hour later, Emile looked up as the clock chimed. 1:00, hello Christmas morning, and no specters in sight. He would of celebrated if now for the noise that startled him.

He aimed his shotgun at the door as with a ghostly wail a walking bed sheet drifted out. His heart beat rose as he flicked off the safety. This was it, but they weren't gonna take him without a fight!

"Die, haunted bed sheet!"

"Wait!" it suddenly called out in a feminine voice. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. "You can't shoot me!"

"Why the hell not?" He aimed towards its spectral head.

"I'm already dead, you idiot!"

"Oh." He said, but still refused to lower his gun. They stared at each other awkwardly.

"May I join you?' the apparition finally asked.

"Are you going to suck out my soul?"

"I promise I won't."

"...okay." He moved aside, allowing the haunted bed sheet to clamber over the sand bags and hunkered down next to him.

He eyed it suspiciously. "So...are you Thom?"

"No, I'm the ghost of Christmas Present."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

It seemed puzzled for a moment. "I really don't know, actually." It finally shrugged. "-but aren't you scared?"

"Do I look scared to you?"

The ghost took one look at the skull on his visor, then sighed. 'Great, what am I supposed to do for a whole hour, now?"

"I know what I'm going to do." He raised his shotgun again.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You, Mr. Ghost, are wasting my time. Either go back to your grave, or I'm gonna find me some target practice."

"Why do you have to be so trigger happy, Emile?-er- I mean, wait, I come with a warning!"

"Go ahead, surprise me. "

'Um..' it stuttered, then motioned to the door. "Just, um, BEWARE THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST!" it roared.

Nothing happened. Emile could hear the bed sheet quietly swearing.

"I said: BEWARE THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST!"

"Wait, I'm not ready!" Came the whispered reply from the doorway.

"Who cares. If you don't come out now, he's going to shoot me!"

"But its not my time-ow!" Another haunted bed sheet was shoved out the door way, he went flying across the mess, stumbling over a chair and falling head first over the barricade, landing on the other ghost in a tangled heap.

"Oops, sorry Six-I mean, miss spooky ghosty!" The new ghost squeaked.

"Whatever, just do your thing!"

Emile tapped the barrel of his gun. "I'm waiting." He growled.

"Umm...' The Ghost of Christmas past trembled for a second. "I'll be right back!" Hopping over the sand bags he left the room, moments later carrying a projector in his ethereal arms and began to set him up.

Clearing his throat, he began to speak in a bad attempt at a ghostly voice, "hello, I mean, oooOOOoooo, I am the ghost of ooOOoooo Christmas Past, oooooooo and I'm here to ooooooo-"

His fellow specter gave him a light smack, "enough with the ooooo-ing, already!"

"Sorry, I'm here to show you what once was, because that's what I'm supposed to do!" The projector set up, he pressed the button, causing the wall to light up.

Emile crossed his arms as the ghost began his presentation.

"Okay, um, tremble at the sight of this photo taken of you last year when we-I mean your team went to the beach! Ooooo look at all the dreadful uv rays damaging your skin, horrible!" click, the photo changed. "Scream at the horror of your first mission, when you arrested that one rebel who was smuggling stolen UNSC stuff. think of all the rebel germs now on those weapons, aaah!" click. "And oh, this is a truly terrible one, this one is where you commandeered that wraith and blew up that outpost! Are you scared yet?"

Emile just stared at him as the bed sheet began to get damp from sweat puddles.

"Uh, not to be rude, mister Ghost of Christmas Past, but none of these photos were taken during Christmas, or are the least bit scary." The ghost of Present hinted.

"Hey, these were all the ones I could find with Emile, don't judge me!" He retorted.

"Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea."

"I'm getting bored here...' Emile threatened, causing the ghosts to sweat harder.

"Wait, maybe there's some scary ones on the next slide!" Click.

They all gasped as a different type of photo came up on screen. It was of Six, her sleeping face looked almost gentle and relaxed as he lay curled up on her bunk, blonde hair strewn prettily around her.

"GAH!" The female ghost covered her face. "The hell? Who took that?

"I don't know. Carter was using the projector last, maybe he took it."

The ghost finally lost her temper. "Screw this, I'm going to kill him!" She stalked towards the door, but her bed sheet caught. Suddenly it tore off, and Emile realized why her voice was so familiar.

"Six?" Emile exclaimed. "You're not a ghost!" He hissed, and grabbed the other bed sheet. Jun squealed as it was ripped off and Emile began to choke him.

'What's going on, tell me now before I lose my temper!"

"So you're no the least bit scared?" Jun gasped, flailing his arms.

"No."

"Poop."

'Wait, Emile, I can explain!" Six flew to his side.

"I'm not in the explaining mood. You tried to spook me, now Jun's going to pay."

"Emile, listen-" It was no use, Jun squeaked as the spartan drew back his fist for the beating of a life time, but before he could let swing there was a flash of light and Thom was before him.

"Just hold on one fine second!" He raised his hands. Emile was so startled he dropped Jun.

"T-Thom! Are you here to drag my soul down to Hell?"

"Why does everyone think I'm gonna do that?" Thom muttered. "No, but this thing here was my idea, no need to hammer these fine folks for my mistake!"

"So, you're not here for revenge?"

"Naw, just a little scaring, but I guess that didn't turn out the way I hoped.' He shrugged.

"I told you..." Six whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

"Hm." Emile was thoughtful for a second. "You know what, Thom, I liked you better as a spartan. You make a pretty crappy ghost."

They all burst out into chuckles as apologies were made and everything was set right. The clock chimed 2' o'clock.

"Well, it was nice seeing y'all again," Thom winked at Six, "but I guess I better mosey back to Spartan Heaven before sun up."

"Yeah, you do that." Emile said the nicest thing he could think of. The female spartan punched his arm.

'I told you there was nothing to be afraid of. Thom is pretty nice." She snickered. Emile was about to say something back, but then a creepy noise filtered down the hall.

"W-w-w-what was that?" Jun hid behind the barricade.

"Shucks, it wasn't me..." Thom looked confused. "Maybe something else is out there... "

Emile got into threat mode, raising his weapon towards the door way as the noise got louder. "Ooooooooo!"

"It can't be another ghost, can it?" Six gasped as out of nowhere a pale while figure emerged in the doorway. Immediately Emile pushed her behind him as he aimed his sights, then paused. "Wait, that looks like-"

"AH! A ghost!" Jun jumped back, accidently knocking into of the turrets, his elbow hitting the trigger. The room was lit up as it went off, bullets flying, the turrets spinning widely.

Emile grabbed Six, using himself to shield her pajama'd body while a frightened Jun wrestled control over the turret. The bullets stopped as they stared horrified at the figure in the room.

"Oooo!" Carter yawned, shattered coffee cup in hand, then glanced down at the blood soaking his white bath robe. "Hey, you guys shot me!"and with that he collapsed to the floor.

The spartan's mouths dropped open.

"Oh no..." Six gasped, her eyes wide.

'Well, I'll be." Thom whistled. "Jun, you just done killed the Commander!"

TOBECONTINUED

Okay, heres where reading this thang pays off. Instead of taking the time to think for myself (pfft, which is a total waste of time for me, seriously) I'm gonna let y'all do the hard work for me! Here's the question: "Say you accidentally killed your Commander, how would you get rid of the body?" Message me or post your idea in the comments. Thanks!