Entering for Alfredo and Toarpe Wincruncher!
Username: SolarSam
Alfredo’s new name: Cecily
Toarpe Wincruncher’s new name: Aisling
Prompt: (500 words max or a comic (10 panels max))
[500/500]
Aisling and Cecily had been in the forest for ages, close to just giving up and going home, when there was a loud noise from somewhere behind them.
Immediately they rushed towards it - unfortunately, what they found was just an unfamiliar kalon, fiddling with some sort of device.
Aisling skidded to a halt, severely disappointed and slightly out of breath.
"Who the hell are you?"
The stranger whirled around, nearly dropping their thing. To his chagrin, they weren't even slightly translucent.
Definitely not a ghost.
The stranger blinked at them.
"...I'm Three. What are you-"
They gasped suddenly, eyes lighting up, and shot forward.
"Are you ghosts??" They asked, attempting to poke his face. He slapped them away, annoyed.
Cecily snorted and Aisling glared at her, then glared even harder at Three.
"No we're not, obviously, we're here to look for ghosts! But you probably scared them all off with your dumb spooky noises!"
He waved his arms emphatically, nearly hitting Cecily in the face.
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I don't think you can really scare a ghost. They're already dead, so what's there to be afraid of?"
He looked like he was about to start arguing, so she quickly turned her attention back to Three, pointing at what they were holding.
"What's that?"
"It's a spirit box!" They replied, sounding incredibly enthusiastic.
"It helps me communicate with ghosts!! Speaking of - you haven't seen any of those around here, have you?"
They looked at Cecily expectantly. She was trying to find a way to let them down gently when Aisling cut in with a sharp "no" and they deflated slightly.
"Ah, that's too bad. Suppose I'll keep looking on my own then, unless you want-"
"Nope!" Aisling interrupted them, grabbing Cecily by the arm.
She yelled a hasty goodbye over her shoulder and let herself be manouvered away. Aisling seemed to be in a pretty bad mood, she could humor him for a bit.
Once he deemed they were far enough away, he let out an exacerbated groan and leaned his head against the nearest tree.
"I hate that guy." He mumbled, slightly muffled by the wood in his face.
Cecily chuckled. "You're just jealous they have better equipment than we do."
There was no reply. She sighed loudly.
"Come onnn, stop being a mopy idiot and work with me here - we've got a ghost to catch, remember?"
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
"...Yeah we do." Success!
"Well, what are we waiting for than? Let's go kick some ghost butt!"
That got a genuine laugh out of him, and soon enough they were back to exploring the forest, deep into a debate about wether or not kicking a ghost would actually be physically possible.
(Aisling ended up winning that one, by bringing up the crushing argument that ghosts wouldn't be able to walk through walls if they were corporeal enough to be kick-able. Although he did agree that it would be pretty cool if they were.)