#Joy UWO

[alterkishi]

OLIVER. HOW. SERIOUSLY. HOW THE HELL?????

[miyazmm]

[ Joy from Underworld Office ]

I've been thinking about drawing her for some time.. but the motivation came to me only recently.

Version without Joy's pic (plus some screenshots of the process):

[orizukuin]

It's Eugene and his Best Pals, everyone ! ! !

[aeoni-sw]

THE GANG'S SO SILLY I LOVE THEM SM

yall eating good today, 2 posts lmao

hah. who am i even talking to.

ANYWAYS CREDITS TO @laughingwith-bluelips FOR THE IMAGE <33

very messy sketch of the mortal gucci gang

[dragonsdomain]

Out of Office chapter 6

AO3

Chapter 5

"Hey, hey."

Eugene groaned weakly as a voice penetrated his slumber. Who was that? Where was he? Why did everything hurt? Was he sick?

"Oh, uh, it's just... this is my stop, so I'm gonna go now, okay? And I wanted to make sure you were okay 'cause you don't look too good. So. You good?"

Eugene processed maybe half of whatever that was. He fought to open his eyes, hissing at the light, silently yelling at the world to stop spinning and shut up while he figured out where he was (then feeling bad for being rude to the world). A hand landed on his shoulder, and he jolted back to reality, letting out a little hiss.

"Hey? Dude? Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

Eugene breathed in air which felt cold. He became aware that he felt hot, and sweaty. Did he have a fever? Wait, that voice was... what was his name. Mike.

"Goodness, is he alright?"

"Er, I don't know. Eugene? Hey?"

Eugene finally processed that Mike wanted a response from him. He didn't want to. He felt hot and grimy and weirdly hollow inside, like parts of him he'd never wanted to be aware of were hanging open and exposed to the air. He finally managed to crack his eyes open and glance down at his chest, which was, strangely, intact.

"Did someone say 'Eugene'?"

Linda? His head was too heavy to look, but after a second, her face appeared in his line of sight. "Eugene? Honey? Are you alright?"

"Uh..." Eugene tried. Just the effort of generating sound made his head spin.

"Do you know him?" Mike asked quietly.

"Yes." Linda smiled at him gently. "I can take care of him from here. Thank you for your help, young man."

"Okay. Thanks. 'Bye. Uh, hope you get better, Eugene."

Linda's presence soon pulled up against Eugene's side, and he sagged against her (taking a second to wonder whether it was her or him that was burning hot).

"Woah, Eugene, don't fall asleep just yet." Linda's hand pointed Eugene's heavy face up toward hers. "Are you sick?"

Eugene fought to keep his eyes open. "I'm... a-uh... th' ghosts..." Oh, he'd tipped forward on her shoulder again. Uh, oops. This seemed like it would be a good time to sleep again, actually. If his head wasn't burning up. That didn't feel good, he'd like it to stop.

"...any water today? Come on, hey. Have you spent lots of time out in the sun? Eugene?"

Loud footsteps came over, and Eugene gritted his teeth as their owner spoke, close and unfamiliar and loud. "Is your son alright? Sick people aren't supposed to be using public transit, you know. At least not without masks."

"We're sorry," Linda said gently, though her voice was still a dagger to Eugene's brain, along with the sounds of everyone breathing and the subway grinding against the train tracks and somebody coughing once and the way every jolt of the train violently jerked Eugene's body up and down. What was going on? Linda was talking again. "...at the next stop."

"Alright, fine. Er, make sure he gets the help he needs. He looks awful."

"Okay," Linda responded cheerfully. As soon as the footsteps retreated again, she whispered sharply into Eugene's ear, "Eugene, I need to know whether to call an ambulance."

He jolted, then heaved a breathy moan. "Not again... I'm poor..."

"Eugene," she said, in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

"Hhh..." Eugene did feel awful, but the last scraps of logic in his brain knew that the hospitals of the living wouldn't have any idea what to do with this. "I'm just sick... and, um. Water. Yeah... need t'... drink water." There, that was a good argument. Eugene's face buried itself in Linda's shoulder again, and he gave a little sigh.

Linda grumbled even as she gently rubbed Eugene's back. "You had better be telling me the truth about this, okay?"

...

Charlie sat blankly on the wooden floor. Luke was standing near her, and she could glance over at the scissors he was holding, half-open, black ichor congealed on the blades.

Charlie couldn't look up, but she could feel the eyes of her father from every direction. At any second, whatever was holding him back-- oh, River's seal-- would fail, and he would reach in and drag her out, away from her friends and the temporary freedom she clung to, and back into the empty, dusty hallways of his control. He was such a large ghost. He must have died with such a burning hatred of her, one that had only been festering for however many years it had been. He would catch her, and this time there would be no escape. He was already dead. He could no longer be killed.

Distantly, Charlie registered Sean giving Luke a rundown on how things worked with evil spirits, on ghost artifacts, and how River's hair was protecting them. Luke's footsteps eventually retreated from the room, and there was the sound of running water. Charlie wished for protection, so she was sitting with her back to a wall, but she could feel the presence of her terrifying father directly on the other side, and felt already imprisoned by the knowledge that she was inches away from touching him. She wondered if she wanted to scoot away from the wall, but she couldn't bring herself to move, except to lean forward onto her knees. Luke's footsteps returned, and he placed her scissors, sparkling and clean, on the wood floor in front of her.

"You okay?" Luke asked gently.

"How much did Sean tell you about the ghost out there?" Charlie rasped.

"A tortured spirit, or 'monster', powerful and dangerous. Must've been nasty when he grabbed you."

"Huh," Charlie said. Her brain registered that Sean didn't know the spirit was her father. Luke didn't know. Somehow none of them had yet figured out that she was the entire reason he'd returned as a monster. That she had murdered him. Fun web of lies she'd woven, delicate as spider silk to be torn to shreds any second.

"Are you okay?" Luke repeated.

Charlie dropped her head back into her knees, waiting for Luke to give up on getting words out of her and leave.

Luke pushed the scissors closer to her.

Charlie closed her eyes. She didn't want to pick it up and then feel just as powerless as before.

"Ugh." Luke grabbed the scissors again and tapped them impatiently against the floor. "Your name is Charlie, right?"

Charlie grumbled out a sigh.

"You're being self loathy, aren't you? I know what that looks like. I know Eugene. Well guess what? You don't get to." Luke took Charlie's hand and placed the scissors into them. "Making yourself suffer by not accepting help from people isn't going to help anything. It's just going to make you feel worse. And I don't know you, but I know Eugene didn't even deserve it. This big ghost showing up isn't your fault."

Charlie tightened her grip around the scissors. "Shut up. I'm not like Eugene. You don't know what you're talking about."

Luke huffed a breath. "Fine. Be like that." He stood up and walked away.

Charlie let her grip loosen again, her scissors hanging off of one finger. Her eyes were wet. "I do deserve it," she whispered.

...

"This is fine, right? I mean, there can be lots of normal reasons why Luke isn't waking up, right?" Oliver asked desperately.

"How old are those smelling salts?" Joy said, ripping them out of Oliver's hand, then sniffing them. She gave a deranged little laugh. "Okay, yeah, these are definitely too old."

Oliver had returned to gently jostling Luke's limp body back and forth. "Luke, hey? Hey? Pleeease wake up."

"Hospitals are so expensive," Joy muttered to herself as she started pacing. "Do you think he has insurance? He's gotta, right? He's a cop. Maybe this isn't that bad, but it would be irresponsible not to take him to the hospital, right?"

"Hospital?" Oliver repeated, voice cracking. "He's-- he's possessed or something, Joy! We've gone and stuck a magic flower we know nothing about in his mouth, and now he's unconscious! Hospitals don't know what to do to fix stuff like that!"

Joy threw her hands apart. "Fine, Mister Supernatural! Then what do you suggest we do?"

Oliver hesitated. He glanced worriedly over at Luke's limp form, then took a deep breath. "I think... we should talk to Eugene."

Joy blinks at him. "What?"

Oliver cringes. "Luke was right. We shouldn't have been doing any of this behind his back. Not just because it was dishonest, but because we didn't know what we were getting into either."

Joy's expression sank. "But... we're so close. We finally have a lead. If we come clean to Eugene and stop now, we'll never find out what's wrong with him."

"We have more important things to worry about right now," Oliver said, pointing at Luke. "Whether or not this is something doctors can treat, Eugene will know how to fix it. It's his flower. We shouldn't have taken it."

Joy sagged against the wall. "Okay. Alright. Get him on the phone."

Oliver pulled up and clicked on Eugene's number, putting it on speaker. It rang into the quiet room as Joy and Oliver waited for Eugene to pick up. Then it reached his generic voicemail.

Joy raised a worried eyebrow at Oliver as the robotic voice listed the unavailable number. The beep sounded, and Oliver spoke into the phone to leave a message. "Hey, Eugene? Please call us back as soon as you can. We need your help." Oliver considered speaking the confession into the phone receiver then, but the words tangled on his tongue. There was an awkward second of silence, then he jabbed the hang up button.

Joy sat down onto a chair, rubbing her arms. "Call him again? Text?"

Oliver gnawed his lip anxiously. "This can't really wait for a text response. Maybe we should go to his house."

Joy combed a hand through her hair. "It might not be a good idea to move Luke though. Should one of us stay with him?" She grimaced. "I can go ahead and do it. This is my fault, anyway."

"Hey, no, if you want to go, go. I'd rather be with Luke so I don't have to be worrying all the time if something else has happened to him."

"You know I'll call you if anything happens out there though," Joy said, grabbing her bag and checking her shoelaces. "And I'll tell you when I find anything out."

"'Kay. Thanks." Oliver gave her a nervous thumbs up. "Good luck."

"Gotcha," Joy said, with an earnest mock salute, then she dashed up the staircase and out the door.

She pulled her own phone out of her pocket as she marched down the street, double checking for texts. Her phone started ringing, and she jumped. Eugene's number. She quickly answered, putting the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, this is Linda," said a matronly voice from the other side. "I'm with Eugene right now and saw you'd called."

"Oh. Hi." Joy pivoted and started speedwalking back towards her house and Oliver. "Could you give the phone to him? I really need to talk to Eugene."

"Alright, just a minute. Or... no, I'm sorry, he's not very lucid right now."

Joy's eyebrows pinched. "What? What's wrong with him?"

"He's dehydrated, I think. We're on our way to my flower shop."

"I'm going to come to you, okay?" Joy turned the phone to speaker so she could tap out a text to Oliver as she continued talking to Linda. "This is pretty important. I have to talk to Eugene."

"Alright then, I'll see you soon. It's 'Linda's Flower Shop'."

"Thank you," Joy said, then hung up.

As she passed her house, Oliver burst out of it and ran up to her. "Hi. Changed my mind. I'm coming too. Door's locked, Luke'll be fine."

Joy snickered, wondering if he'd even seen her text. "Whatever floats your boat."

Oliver grabbed her hand and pulled her along as he started sprinting down the street towards the flower shop.

...

The world faded in and out, and Eugene was slumped into Linda after their conversation for an instant, then being helped unsteadily to his feet the next, then they were heading up the staircase out of the subway station, with most of Eugene's weight supported by Linda (he wasn't completely sure he'd been supporting any of it, but his legs kept on moving as far as he was aware). At one point Linda slowed down to talk to someone on the phone, and Eugene couldn't register what she was saying with the way the words grated on his ears. At least the walk to Linda's flower shop was short enough.

Eugene thought he was probably imagining the aura of hatred choking the air leading closer to the shop. Maybe he was worse off than he thought.

He was forced back to lucidity when he comprehended Oliver and Joy dashing up towards the flower shop just as he and Linda neared it. Why were they here? Did Linda call them in to help him? This might be rough to explain.

The walked up to him and Linda, and Eugene tried to pull himself upright, but the wince on Joy's face made it clear he hadn't managed to fool her.

"Wow, you look bad," said Joy. "Is this really just dehydration?"

Eugene tried to pull out a response for her, but his head was spinning, and for a second it was all he could do to keep from fainting. Oliver stepped forward and slipped an arm under the side where Linda wasn't before Eugene could muster an answer.

"Whatever. Let's get you some water."

That malicious energy Eugene had sensed became powerful, and his eyes widened as he realized it was not in his imagination. Linda reached her hand towards the door of the flower shop. Eugene gripped the lock of River's hair in his pocket and opened his mouth to tell her to stop.

Several things happened very quickly. Linda turned the doorknob, and then cried out as the door was ripped wide open out of her grasp. A force slammed past her, and Oliver's grip was all that kept Linda and Eugene from hitting the pavement. Eugene tried to swing out River's hair, but he was too slow and too weak to do anything more than swipe harmlessly at the air in front of him.

A scream that sounded like Charlie stabbed directly into Eugene's head, then the force shoved back out the door, whipping it roughly against its hinges hard enough they likely would have snapped if not for the hair from River they were tied with.

And all was quiet.

Eugene's head was spinning again, and he spent a minute just doubled over next to Oliver (who was gaping in confusion) trying not to throw up. His chest was hurting again, though he was pretty sure he hadn't actually gotten injured again. Maybe soul wounds could get re-opened? Like when half-healed gashes started bleeding again? He needed to sit down. He needed to lie down. In the shade. Had he dropped River's hair? No, it was still clenched in his hand. He laboriously put it back in his pocket.

Also, what had just happened?

"Eugene?" Oliver nervously asked. "Do you know what that was about? There's no way that was the wind."

Eugene was tired. He was hurting. There was no way he could come up with an excuse. "Don't know," he mumbled breathlessly. A half truth. He could suspect it was a ghost, but he didn't know which one. Unless... there was something on the edge of his realization. What was he forgetting? His head was thick, everything hurt.

"Let's get him inside," Joy said. She sounded really worried. About the ghost? No, wait, about him. 'Cause she didn't know about the ghost.

Nnoooo, not the stairs, he didn't want to struggle up the... now they were at the top of the stairs. Eugene was slipping in and out of consciousness again. Had someone carried him up the stairs? Now both Joy and Oliver were supporting him.

They lowered him gently onto a couch, and Eugene liked how he could sink down into it, though not how warm it was. He could take a nap here. Should he take a nap here?

Presently Eugene noticed that he was alone in some sort of drawing room with Oliver and Joy. Joy was staring at him nervously while Oliver glanced around the room like he was trying to avoid his gaze.

"What?" Eugene asked tiredly.

Joy laughed desperately. "Well, uh, so we might have messed up. A little bit. And we need your help."

Oliver burst out, "We stole your magic flower and Luke put it in his mouth and then he fainted and we don't know what's wrong and we're really sorry and we hate to put this on you when you're sick and we promise we were just trying to help make things easier 'cause we were worried about you but now we've just made things worse and we're so sorry and we'll never do it again."

Eugene squinted, struggling to keep up with how fast Oliver had been talking. "...What?"

Joy grimaced. "Yeah. It was my idea. Probably a bad one. But, well... we were worried about you. How you've been stressed and depressed lately. You've always been so mysterious about your job, and the fact that something happened with it and you couldn't tell us what made us really worried."

Eugene gave a little sigh. He'd guessed this conversation would happen eventually. He'd just wanted to believe that his friends wouldn't ask, that he wouldn't have to try very hard to keep them away from the truth and things would just be fine. Still, he really was not in the condition to be thinking of explanations for everything. "Do we have to talk about this right now?"

Joy looked away awkwardly. "I mean, yeah. We need your help with Luke."

"Oh yeah," Eugene responded tiredly. "What did you say about him?"

Oliver responded. "He put your magic flower in his mouth and passed out."

Eugene nearly fell off the couch. "What?" His voice was high pitched. So his flower had been missing this morning... because they'd taken it. "Why'd you-- why'd you think that was a good idea? How long have you been planning this? Was Luke in on this?" He was panting. Had Luke come to visit him just to nab that flower?

"N-no!" Joy flinched. "I-I'm sorry. You're right. This is the wrong time to talk about this. But we need your help with Luke."

Luke. Had put the flower in his mouth. "Oh. Oh no." There was absolutely no way Eugene was going to be able to hide the truth anymore. Eugene sighed, grimacing as his stomach shifted uncomfortably. "Okay... okay. It's-- his ghost is out of his body. But he should be okay. Not sure why he would have left instead of finding a way to communicate with you."

Joy blinked. "You're serious. It really is ghosts."

Eugene groaned. "I didn't want to tell you. You were better off not having to worry about it! Why did you have to butt in on my secrets like this?"

Joy glared. "Hey, it's not our fault you decided to keep us out of all this. Why did you even feel the need to keep it hush hush? How would just knowing ghosts exist hurt us?"

"I mean," Oliver leaned over to Joy and whispered, "You're really fine with all this? You're not going to have an existential crisis about your worldview being shattered?"

"No!" Joy spluttered (even though she absolutely would have an existential crisis as soon as she took the time to actually think about it).

Oliver turned back to Eugene. "You're right. It's completely our fault that Luke is in a predicament right now. We shouldn't have messed with your stuff. And we're sorry." He glanced at Joy doubtfully, and she looked back defiantly before sagging, then nodding in agreement.

Eugene drooped, sinking back into the couch. "...Okay. Whatever. I guess I'll have to see if I can check on him."

Eugene braced himself, then reached into the pocket and pulled out his guardian flower again. Joy and Oliver watched as he laboriously placed it in his mouth, then let himself sink into the couch and fall asleep.

It happened fast, and Eugene sat up as a ghost as his body went limp beneath him. Eugene flinched as the pain in his chest flared up again, and he made the mistake of glancing at it before holding it with his hand and standing up again.

An F-bomb ripped through the room, and Eugene jerked to attention, looking for who had said that. His eyes found Luke, ghost-monochrome in orange, with his hands covering his mouth in horror.

"Oh," Eugene mouthed, using both hands to try to cover as much of his tattered chest as he could.

"Eugene?" Luke stepped up to him, hands hovering towards Eugene's wounds. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, I--" Eugene tried to take a step back, but he felt weak and dizzy, and Luke had to steady him to keep him from falling over.

"H... hi," Eugene mustered when he caught his breath. "Yeah, it's, um, not good."

"Yeesh, dude." Luke helped Eugene back over to the couch. "Do you need a bandage or something? Ghost bandage? Do those exist?"

"Don't think so," Eugene gasped. "It hurts, but I don't think it'll be lethal, 'cause I'm still in one piece."

Luke frowned in worry at Eugene's wound for a minute, watching dark magenta blood clot. He pulled off his shirt and moved Eugene's hands so he could hold it over his wound. "So, I was listening to the conversation you were having with Oliver and Joy. I'm fine, just can't get back to my body right now for some reason, but there are other things to worry about probably sooner."

"'Kay..." Eugene blinked blearily at Luke's hands holding the shirt to his chest.

"Yeah, so, your friend Charlie? She got attacked by this huge tall black ghost a bit ago, and we ran and hid here. The big monster ghost followed us, and when you and Joy and Oliver and Linda (that's her name, right?) opened the door it burst in."

Eugene blinked, his mind starting to register that that was really bad. And-- Oh yeah, he'd told that ghost that Charlie was here. So it was his fault. "Oh," he said. "Where's it now?"

"Yeah, so it grabbed her again and then flew away fast."

"No..." Eugene whispered, ducking his head, wanting to curl in on himself but not being able to 'cause he was bleeding all over Luke's shirt and hands for being a stupid, stupid idiot, who kept making the wrong decisions, who kept hurting the people he should've been helping. He'd told that ghost where Charlie was, then after leading it right to her had let it into the flower shop himself (or at least people with him had). And what could he even do to help her now? He was injured and useless.

"Eugene? Hey, snap out of it!" Luke tapped his shoulder insistently. "Come on, hey, we'll figure this out. She needs to be rescued, right? Is there any way we can rescue her?"

Eugene stared at the floor. Then he sighed. "I need your help."

Chapter 7

[thegayenbydownstreets]

Fellow uwo and ciu fandom, can we talk there's an intersex and nonbinary flag in joy's cafeteria?

I'm so happy I'm giggling and shaking my feet in the air aa <3

[pocket-ghostie]

Drew the Underworld Office guys again <3

This page wasn't going to the them and then... uhhh... this happened :D

[piece-of-hweat]

So. About Danny Phantom and Underworld Office...

Quick break from my Little Nightmares brain for a sec, I wanna talk about stupid ghost creatures.

Recently, I rediscovered a whole ass discord thread I made a year ago, which was literally filled with Charlie in Underworld/Underworld Office stuff. What is Charlie in Underworld and Underworld Office? Well, the first novel (Underworld Office) is a visual/digital novel about a kid named Eugene who stumbles upon the ghost realm. They are also adopted into a found-ghost-office-family. Important note: Eugene's soul can exit their body while they rest. So basically, going ghost, but not really. (the second thing/sequel just follows the redemption arc of an antagonist, Charlie, from the first game)

Now. Danny Phantom. A couple of months ago, my friend introduced me to the show as well as the Phandom, and gotta say. It's pretty cool. Danny Phantom is a cartoon series about a lil silly dude named Danny Fenton. He is half ghost. Because of his half-ghost-ness, he can "go ghost". This is where he turns into a ghost and kicks ghost-ass.

Alright, let's regroup. Now that you know a bit about both fandoms, remember that note from earlier saying that Eugene can "go ghost"? Yea. See where I'm going with this?

My proposal, fellow DP and/or CIU/UWO fans, is to make a crossover AU. Why? Because I need it. I need these two idiots to bond over the fact that they both have connections to ghosts and how, in a way, they're both half-ghosts.

What is the plot/storyline? No fuckin clue All I have is:

Danny's been Danny Phantom for a while now

Eugene moves into Amity Park. Danny, honestly, can't really give two shits about that.

One day, Eugene and Danny meet, they become friends and bond over the fact that they're both dead and alive.

Danny meets the Office Ghosts and they both become allies or smth (tbf, they both fight monsters/bad ghosts)

Both Danny and the Office have a common goal (perhaps a conflict they both want to solve? Maybe)

Now, as for lil stupid notes:

Danny is creeped out by Boss and River. (Boss is cold and Danny feels like Boss would just casually murder him if he looked away for 0.001 seconds. River is just chaotic in a "high-aunt" way. The shit she does probably scares Danny in a "BRO WTF" way)

Eugene and Danny, unlike the other ghosts, are more warmer-coloured and less monotone.

Charlie will spit on Danny's grave and Danny would do the same. They'd probably hate each other's guts in a sibling way.

Luke, Oliver and Joy would probably meet Sam and Tucker. (Tucker and Oliver would honestly be besties ngl. Joy and Sam can both judge each other silently over a cup of coffee)

Alright, that's all I have to offer. Hope you'll uh, consider this possible AU. Um. Have a nice day or night. Don't turn into a half ghost. Or do, I don't know man--

[keroradio]

It's the first of the 10 audio dramas!

This one was originally one track, but the file was too big, and the script is quite long, so I picked an unobtrusive place to separate it. I hope you don't mind it being separated like this, and will look forward to part 2 tomorrow (^.^)

K66: Pekopon Invasion CD, first story: Fight! Pekopon Soldier, complete collection, yes sir!

N: Fight! Earth Soldier, the first is the "Super Natsumi Appears" volume

N: The Keron army base built in secret deep beneath the Hinata house, there and now a fearsome plot was hurriedly, and roughly progressing.

K66: Well then, the me that until now has been spaced out and making gunpla every day has deceived you!

The time to seriously return to invading Pekopon has come

TMM: Mr Sergeant is- M: Uncle is burning!

K66: Eh? Ahh! Hot hot hot!

N: That's burning too much

TMM: Setting that aside, Mr Sergeant, if we conquer Pekopon, I want to ban rice and bread! Then we'll make it all cake, and make cola flow from the taps, I think that would be good!

G66: Well I think P.E. in Pekopon's elementary schools should be made 12 hours each day. Of course, during summer it would be alright to be late or cause trouble, at long you get strong.

966: Ku ku ku, if it were me, I'd teach them evil science and eventually build an army of evil cyborgs.

D66: I, yes, would cultivate bountiful hearts-

K66: Hey, uh! I would, um! I'd add gunpla to the curriculum to teach children the joy of making them! (1)

D66: I think empathy should-

K66: Let's do it!

D66: Uh-

Kerokerokerokero

TMM: Tamatamatamatama

G66: Girogirogirogiro

966: Kurukurukurukuru

D66: Well, alright, good sir. Dorodo-

M: Surveillance system anomaly! It's an intruder! They've made it past security systems one, two, and three! You could say, deep infiltration?

K66: No way! Seriously!?

TMM: Is it an enemy alien?

G66: Geh, I'll face it!

K66: Giroro!

G66: You guys, hurry and get out of here!

If it comes, I'll- argh!

TMM: Uwaa! Mister Corporal was taken out before he could do anything!

(Sounds of Giroro being brutalised)

K66: Just what kind of thing is-

723: I see through your ambitions!

K66: Uwo~

723: Today I put a damper on the ambitions of heinous aliens! The mysterious Earth soldier, and that name is: Super Natsumi, appears!

K66: What?

TMM: Su

G66: Per Natsumi, is it?

N: The form standing before the heinous alien Keronians is that of the mysterious soldier, Super Natsumi. What is his-that's is, her true identity? If you want to hear, wait for the next part. ------

N: We're back

K66: So fast!

N: Either way, second is "Super Natsumi's Defeat" volume

723: Today I put a damper on the ambitions of heinous aliens! The mysterious Earth soldier, and that name is: Super Natsumi, appears!

N: The form the Keronians saw before them was that of the mysterious Earth soldier, Super Natsumi! Now, with her super powers she'll do what she will to evil doers!

K66: Well, that's probably Natsumi-dono, right?

723: Naive. Aren't you naive? Written as Seven, two, three, and read as Natsumi, no relation to the girl you know

TMM: It really suits you, Natchi

723: Wh-what? Anyway, I won't let you guys just do what you want!

K66: You're so arrogant, Super Natsumi!

723 (mentally): He he, it's just as I thought. As long as I have this shining faster than light power suit I got from Kururu for 3 installments of my allowance....

723: Here I go! Na. Tsu. Mi! Super Natsumi, seven hundred and twenty three special powered, inescapable "rock" punch! (2)

TMM: She's using rock instead of paper!?

966: That one's really earnest, written as earnest, read as serious (3)

723: Tera~

What? No way! I can't move!

K66: Gero, gero, gero, gero.

723: Could it be?

966: Ku ku ku. After all, I'm the top Keronian. The shining faster than light power suit, it was designed so I could freely control it from the outside with one flick of this switch.

Action, cue~!

723: I don't-....My body's somehow-....Stop it!

K66: Gero gero gero gero! How delightful!

723: Hey!...(struggling)...It's embarrassing...this is!

G66: Waugh!

K66: In addition, this month's song, come on!

(Pekopon Invasion Ondo starts playing)

723: Even though I don't want to dance, I'm dancing~!

K66: Gero gero gero gero! It's too bad you can't see this because it's a CD, her pose is ridiculous!

723: Uwo!....Iya!....I'm glad...ugh...it's a CD!

K66: Then, next we'll make you strike the most embarrassing pose in space!

966: Roger!

723: Wait- Stop it~!

G66: Wait, Keroro, that pose is....ah....

TMM: Mr Corporal is bright red, this one too

G66: It's just that pose~!

FYK: Pardon me! I came to- from a survey company!

D66: A marketing survey, good sir?

K66: Or so they say, but there's no mistaking they're really delivering the limited number HG company with missles I ordered from net tsu, yes sir!

FYK: Ah, excuse me, don't mind my intrusion!

K66: Yes?

FYK: On that note. Wait a minute~!

Aiding Super Natsumi, the peace of earth will be saved by this second great Earth soldier, Miracle Fuyuking!

K66: What!?

TMM: Miracle Fuyu

G66: King? You say

N: Coming to Super Natsumi's aid, a second great Earth soldier, it's Miracle Fuyuking! Don't give up, Fuyuking! The future of Earth depends on you!

D66: Saying that, isn't this Fuyuki-dono?

N: To be continued!

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1-Like in the intro drama, Keroro uses a younger sounding form of "I" than usual here

2-The words used aren't the normal ones for stone (ishi) and paper (gami), but specifically for rock paper scissors

3-This is based on kanji & furigana, the latter being when kana are put next to a kanji to show how it's pronounced. We usually think of it being used in publications for children or teenagers to help make a word easier to read or look up, but it's also used in cases where a word borrowed from another language is used to tie the unfamiliar pronunciation to the meaning, or a word is said differently from normal, or to add further meaning.

The last is what Kururu is referring to, where you write the kanji for one word that applies, but the furigana for a more accurate word, or one with your additional meaning. This one was a bit tricky since both words can mean serious, but different degrees, so I went with a different translation.

[uwowrites]

While replaying uwo, I noticed Luke, Joy and Oliver referred to a person named Emerson, but in both CIU and UWO, we never see them. They aren't even mentioned in CIU.

I wonder what happened?

[aeviare]

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs uwo~

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

{i!!! literally adore you and your muses sm! i've enjoyed every single interaction our muses have had sincerely <3 especially aether bothering your harbingers 🥹}

[endythedetermined]

There arent both OwO and UwU variations of one character, but the characters were separated into these two sides so its balanced. Some characters are different [QwQ!Reaper, FlOwO!Frisk etc. etc.] Characters that are on the UwU side:UwU!Undyne, UwU!Sans, UwU!Toriel, UwU!Muffet, UwU!NiceCreamGuy, UwU!Napstablook, UwU!Monster Kid, UwU!Annoying Dog, UwU!Gerson, UwU!Rivera [River Man] , UwU!So Sorry, UwU!Catty,UwU!Error, UwU!Template, UwU!Fresh, UwU!Dream, UwU!Spamton, UwU!Jevil, Sapphire. Characters on the OwO Side:OwO!Papyrus, OwO!Asgore, OwO!Mettaton,OwO!Grillby, OwO!Alphys, OwO!BurgerPants, OwO!Mad Mew Mew, OwO!Bratty, OwO!Everyman [and the whole cult of Gaster Followers], OwO!Temmie, OwO!ScarfMouse [AKA Mouzey], OwO!Oniosan,OwO!Glyde,OwO!Noelle, OwO!Lancer, OwO!Cross, OwO!Pale, OwO!Ink, OwO!Nightmare, Nonsided characters: -w-!Frisk, -w-!Chara, UwO!Ralsei,UwU!Starwalker, Tamari,Jillet,QwQ!Reaper, QwQ!Geno, all the amalgamates,Pacifist, Genocide, Neutral, Joy, Activity,Acceptation, Grief, Despair, Exhaustion, TwT!Gyftrot Multisided friendships are allowed, such as UwU!Annoying Dog and OwO!Temmie sell togheter. There are six soul traits, Joy [Yellow], Activity [Light pink], Acceptation [Gray], Grief [Brown], Despair [Dark blue], Exhaustion [Light green] In this world, theres no difference between a human and a monster soul, meaning everyone has colorful soul traits. Next up i will post lore about every single and each character.

[orizukuin]

Run Oli, Run!!!

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[aeoni-sw]

mom, the mortal study group is at it again...

Oliver looks so weird not wearing orange wtf

[dragonsdomain]

Out of Office chapter 2

AO3

Chapter 1

Joy shut the door to the basement and flicked on a light, turning to look intensely at Luke and Oliver. “It’s time for the first meeting of the Eugene Protection Squad.”

“EPS?” Oliver repeated. “I feel like there are cooler acronyms we could create.”

Luke frowned at Joy. “While I’m all for protecting Eugene, I’m not sure about this plan. Spying on him? Sneaking around behind his back? We’re his friends! He trusts us!”

Joy sighed. “He doesn’t trust us enough to confide in us about what he’s going through. It’s been years. I think it’s about time we step in and find out the truth so we can really help him.”

Luke sagged. “I don’t feel good about it. But okay.” He glanced incredulously at his surroundings. "Do we have to be meeting in a basement?"

Joy rolled her eyes. "There's nothing wrong with my basement. It has beanbag chairs and everything. It's comfy."

Oliver looked between Joy and Luke. “Uh, so. What’s this meeting going to entail? What are we doing?”

“First let’s pool our knowledge of what’s going on with Eugene,” Joy said.

Luke shrunk down uncomfortably as both Joy's and Oliver's gazes turned to him. He sighed. “It’s definitely something supernatural. Back when he and I were trying to save those kids a couple of years ago, several figures appeared out of nowhere to help.”

Oliver raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean 'figures'? Were they not people?"

"I didn't get great looks at any of them since we were busy running for our life," Luke snapped. "I'm not sure."

Joy sat down on a beanbag next to Luke. "So that had something to do with Eugene's job?"

"I think so," Luke responded. "He didn't really explain much about it to me afterwards, and I never pushed since he seemed a little shaken up about it. But it was weird." Luke cringed. "I feel bad sharing this behind his back."

Oliver shrugged. "Joy, what do you know?"

Joy tapped her foot on the concrete floor absently. "I don't think I know much more than you guys. We know what little he's told us. He helps people. Works with a couple of coworkers who he sounds close with--Oh!" She perked up. "I talked to a few of the other station attendants from station 00, and it doesn't sound like they're close to him. So that's interesting."

“You went to his work and talked to his coworkers?” Luke burst in, astonished. “How long have you been spying on him?”

Joy leaned back defensively. “That was only today! If we were going to do this, I wanted to come to our meeting prepared! It’s not weird!”

“It’s a little bit weird,” Oliver conceded.

Joy glared at him.

“What?” He asked.

Joy sighed. "This is beside the point. If it's not his coworkers at station 00, who is Eugene close to?"

Oliver tilted his head. "That's a good question. Does he have another job, maybe?"

Joy tapped her chin. "Or he could've been lying about being close to his coworkers."

"Guys..." Luke said. "Are we really in here wondering if Eugene's been lying to us?"

Joy winced. "I didn't mean... obviously it wouldn't have been to trick us. I just thought that maybe it was a white lie or something, make his workplace sound more cheerful than it is."

Luke shook his head. "He's genuine about being friends with his coworkers. Back when I was first getting to know him, he told me they were the whole reason he wanted to work there in the first place."

Joy held up a hand placatingly. "Okay. Sorry. It could also be that he's misreading the situation, that his coworkers don't think of him the same way he thinks of them."

Luke frowned, feeling defensive again on Eugene's behalf, but he said nothing.

"So, what? You think his coworkers might be dangerous to him?" Oliver asked. "That's what we're here to figure out, right? Whether his job is putting him in danger?"

"Uh, uh." Joy shook her head. "We know his job is putting him in danger."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "I mean, it could've just been an earthquake. And what Luke said was years ago."

"Seems like far too much of a coincidence to me," Joy said. "And back then too, if Luke is right about the kid chase thing being related to Eugene's job, it was dangerous then also."

Oliver shrugged. "Okay then. So our real objective is to... determine why Eugene's job is dangerous?"

Joy pounded a fist into her hand. "And then stop it. Exactly."

Luke folded his arms. "It's not our place to 'put a stop' to anything. Eugene wouldn't have kept doing this job for years if there wasn't something good about it. Whatever it is, it's important to him. Maybe we should just let him be."

Joy looked at Luke incredulously. "Come on. We've been over this. We all love Eugene, we love how good and kind he is. But he can be a bit self-sacrificial at times."

Luke shrank down, breaking Joy's gaze.

"Joy is right," Oliver added. "As his friends, it's our responsibility to make sure he isn't in over his head. We need to look out for him. If we don't, who will?"

"I get it," Luke said, defeated. "I'm sorry. I'll help."

Joy smiled appreciatively. Luke was looking down at his lap.

Oliver shifted in his seat, the beans making a shh sound. "I don't really know much either. He's always been closer to you, Luke, than me or Joy. I mean basically all I've got are some slips of the tongue he's made. Don't know if they're important or even if they mean anything at all. I think he's almost said something like 'ghost' a couple of times. But what I heard was jus--"

Joy snapped her fingers. "'Ghosts'! I've heard him almost say that too!"

"So now will you guys take seriously what I mentioned before about the weirdness in that chase?" Luke asked.

Joy sat up straight. "What? It can't actually be ghosts. They're not real. This is just a possible piece of the puzzle."

Luke raised an eyebrow.

Oliver shrugged. "I mean, if he was working with ghosts, it'd explain why the friends he talks about aren't his human coworkers."

Joy laughed nervously. "Are you hearing yourself right now?"

"The first full conversation I had with Eugene was in a dream..." Luke said absently. "And he remembered the same dream the next day. I'd kind of... always wondered how that happened. If it was ghosts..."

"Wait, can we go back to the part where you met Eugene in a dream?" Oliver interjected. "You didn't feel the need to mention that earlier?"

Luke shook his head. "It's not important. I think I already know what we need to do."

"Really?" Joy said, leaning forward.

Luke nodded. "Eugene has a particular flower he always carries with him in his shirt pocket. A couple of times I've come to the station to see him, and his coworkers have told me he's taking a nap. I find him with the flower in his mouth, and he doesn't wake up, whatever I do."

Joy stared at him. "That is weird."

"So we're going to steal the flower?" Oliver asked.

Luke sagged. "I hope it won't come to that. But yeah, we've got to get our hands on it somehow."

"It could be an important piece of this puzzle," Joy said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Even if we can't figure out what it's for just by having it, we could try to see if Eugene's behavior changes at all without it." She sat up straighter. "Great work, team EPS. We've got our next step figured out."

"I still think we could come up with a cooler acronym," Oliver said.

...

Eugene flew though the darkened town after dark, floating into the subway and eventually arriving back among the wreckage of Station 00. He'd come here almost every day over the last few years. It had felt more like home than his actual apartment, though now it lay in ruins, rubble and glass everywhere with caution tape that he ignored. Though it was a transformed place, it felt good to be back there with a purpose, almost like he was back with the Underworld Office again.

Eugene stepped towards the lost and found closet, opened the door, and picked up Boss's fan. It was bent from how roughly River had broken out of it a few days ago (it had only been that long? It felt like weeks, months), but Eugene could still feel the power within it. How many evil... or suffering spirits were trapped within it?

He bit his lip and thought of Finley and Tatum. Their mom was still in here, wasn't she? How fair was it that he and Boss had kept her there, trapped, for... years? She'd been a good mother for her children. She'd only wanted to protect them. Eugene had objected at the beginning to her being sealed, but... he'd let it happen. Eugene took a deep breath, set his jaw, then pulled the fan open carefully to prevent damage to the paper.

A gasp escaped Eugene's throat as he felt the power emanating from within. He stumbled back a little at the shock of it. He heard churning voices, calling, corrupted noises of pain and writhing within. He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, but it did little as a ghost.

He gritted his teeth, trying to steel himself. He'd rarely used ghostly keepsakes before, and the power of this one seemed overwhelming. Was it really a good idea to try this?

He looked at the fan, eyes watering. Moans came out of it. So much pain... Finley and Tatum's mother was inside of there, and he knew she was innocent.

Eugene gasped, held his breath, and thrust his hand into the fan.

He let out a yell as the screams seemed to claw at his hand physically within the fan. Fingers brushed his hand all over, each carrying with it a thousand flavors of emotional agony.

He gasped, feeling like his whole soul was drowning, unsure if it really was only his hand in the fan or if all of him was inside. "Susan..." he coughed, reaching out.

Something cold grabbed onto his hand, and he screamed, trying to pull it out. The thing came with him, sliding out of the fan in a cascade of dark reddish slime. Eugene dropped the fan, scrambling away from the figure on the ground.

Eugene watched with wide eyes, desperately trying to regain control of his breathing. He was okay. The screaming was over. He checked himself for a pulse and had a brief moment of panic at its absence before remembering he was a ghost.

The pile of slime moved, pulling itself together. The familiar shape of Susan's ghost raised its head, white teary eyes looking at Eugene. "My babies..."

"Susan..." Eugene said. "It's been... a while." He pursed his lips, wondering how she would react to the sight of him.

Susan leaned towards him. "My babies," she repeated more insistantly.

"They're okay!" Eugene said, standing up. "They're safe."

She started sobbing. Her slimy form shook with the effort. She shifted closer to Eugene, and he resisted the urge to pull back, feeling her pain radiating off of her. "Where. Show me."

Eugene gulped. Would bringing a monster to Finley and Tatum be a good idea? It was nighttime, so Susan would be more powerful. He'd picked the wrong time to let loose an evil spirit, hadn't he? And she'd been in the fan for a long time, so he didn't know how stable she was. Eugene couldn't stop her if she decided to try something.

He bit his lip. He had to. It wasn't fair to leave her like this. "Okay. Follow me." Eugene quietly walked over, picked up the fan, then flew through the ceiling to the surface, checking behind himself to make sure the spirit was following.

Eugene flew down the street, leading Susan through the shadows towards Linda's flower shop. After the kids' father had been arrested, Linda had adopted them. Susan followed behind Eugene, leaving a couple who were out late shivering as her tendrils of slime brushed against them.

They reached the flower shop. The bit of River's hair was still tied around the door to prevent ghosts from going through, so Eugene tugged the door slightly open to allow himself and Susan to slip in. Sean had left it unlocked after Eugene left.

The two of them flew up to the second floor and, after a moment of hesitation, Eugene directed Susan towards the kids' room. The slipped through the door, and Susan's breath caught on the other side.

"M-my babies...?" Susan moved to the bed to the left and looked down at Finley. Finley shivered in her sleep. Susan glided over to Tatum. "You're both so big, you look so healthy... Mommy is proud, mommy loves you."

Susan placed a hand on Tatum's shoulder, but he jolted, his eyes fluttering open. He sat up and looked around confusedly. Susan drew her hand away as Tatum looked through her apprehensively, unseeing. "I can't touch them? I hurt them?"

Eugene stepped up to her cautiously. "Ghosts should try to keep some distance from humans so we don't drain their energy."

Susan looked back at Eugene. "You... you! You're bigger too..."

Eugene flinched back, worried by the abruptness in her tone. "M-me...?"

Susan drew close. "You tried to help me kill that man..."

Eugene shrunk down, chills running up his back. "I don't... did I? I didn't mean..." He tried not to envision the recurring nightmare he'd had about helping the monstrous Charlie finish the job.

"Where is he?" Susan asked.

Eugene froze. The man was alive, but in prison. But Susan had wanted him dead. If he told her the truth, she might try to kill him, and Eugene might not be able to stop her.

He could lie... but the thought made him sick. Boss' words about how truth was not always best came to mind. He'd thought it was better to deceive Eugene, River, Hayden, and Joan, and he'd hurt all of them because of it. Eugene... didn't want to be like him.

Susan put a cold hand on Eugene's shoulder, and he shivered from the rage he could feel bolt up his arm. "Where?" she repeated.

Eugene gulped. "He's in prison."

Susan let go of Eugene and drew back. She held still for a minute, looking calm. Would it be okay? Was she content with him being in prison?

But then Susan shot down and out the front door.

Eugene flew after her, shutting the door again and silently apologizing to Finley and Tatum. Eugene pursued Susan, calling out to her. "Wait! Stop! What are you doing?"

She grabbed him in the muddy tendrils of her clothing and Eugene yelled in surprise as she dragged him along with her.

"To KILL HIM," Susan said.

Eugene grabbed her arm. "Please don't. He's not a threat anymore."

"Was I a THREAT?" Susan pulled to a stop, pulling Eugene up close to her face. "Was I a threat when he KILLED ME?"

"N-no..." he could feel the power in her arm, how easily she could crush his soul.

"Were my children a THREAT?" Susan cried, tearing up. "When he LOCKED them UP? When he let them STARVE??"

What did that matter though? What use was Eugene if he couldn't do anything good? Eugene gritted his teeth. "Is it right?"

Susan paused. "What?"

"Is killing him... right? The right thing to do?" Eugene winced as Susan's hand tightened around him.

"Who cares?" Eugene's eyes widened. "It is my revenge. It is what he DESERVES."

"You don't care whether it's right...?" Eugene said softly. He slumped. But she wanted to do it anyway. Like River.  She wanted justice... even if it meant she did something wrong. Eugene had promised River he'd support her in what she did before she left.

"Those years ago you said this was just revenge," Susan said. "Are you taking back what you said? Were you wrong?"

Eugene felt torn. This was so similar to what he'd promised River. But... his dream. His recurring dream of murdering that man, of turning into a monster because of it. That was wrong.

Eugene shook his head. "Killing him will hurt you," he said. "Even if it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. You won't be able to come back from it."

Susan snarled. "Then you don't have to watch." She dropped Eugene and bolted away, towards the prison.

"NO!" Eugene flew after her. He went as fast as he could, but he couldn't fly as fast as a full ghost. He slowed down after a minute, tired, but kept flying again at full speed after only a few seconds. "Susan, stop!"

By the time Eugene reached the prison, he could see a trail of Susan's pain streaked across the windows and doors of the prison. He zipped in the nearest window. He had to catch her before she found Jack.

After a few minutes of frantic searching, Eugene spotted Susan on the ground floor. He rushed up to her. "Please, please don't! Leave him! It's over, Finley and Tatum are safe!"

Susan shoved Eugene roughly out of the way and kept searching.

"Susan! You're better than him! Stop!"

Susan kept ignoring him. She stopped at one cell and a manic smile stretched across her face. Eugene felt a chill of horror.

"Found you," she said.

Sharp fragments of cloth shot out towards Jack, but Eugene bolted forward, blocking them with his body. The tendrils slammed into him and pain shot through him as he was flung across the cell.

Eugene gasped. It hurt, oh wow it hurt. Eugene managed to prop himself onto his elbow.

Susan looked at him in astonishment. "N-no! That was your fault! I didn't kill you!"

"Kill--?" Eugene whispered, then looked down at himself. What he saw made him feel sick to his stomach. A fragment of his soul had broken off and was hovering beside him, fibers holding weakly onto it. The hole was big enough to put his hand through. That was why it hurt.

Eugene tried to hold his soul together, still fighting against the pain. "Su... please..." He closed his eyes, hoping he could hear his weak voice. "What'd Tatum and Finley... think...?"

Eugene sat there panting for a minute. His soul had never been hurt this badly before. Oh, this was bad... He didn't want to do this again. Would it stop hurting if he could make it back to his body?

"Ugh..." Susan hovered nearby, her essence hovering threateningly around Jack. "UGH! Y-you! They are children! They don't need to know. Will you tell them? Are you GOING TO TELL THEM?"

Eugene whimpered as he felt Susan's presence draw close to him. "Don't tell themmmm."

"I won't..." Eugene cried, still holding onto his side.

Susan turned around.

"No..." Eugene whispered. He laborously reached for his pocket as Susan moved towards Jack again. Eugene pulled the fan open, set it on the ground, then grabbed the hem of Susan's skirt.

Her eyes bulged. "NO!" She screamed, clawing at Eugene's arm, and he screamed in pain in turn. He held onto her as tears came to his eyes and shoved down, thrusting her back into the fan. It sucked her in, and Eugene faded from consciousness as her wails were absorbed once again by the paper fan.

...

The sun had risen, recently, and the morning air was chilly. Birds were chirping merrily, and Charlie thought that, if she were still alive and sleep mattered, she'd be annoyed at them for being loud so soon after dawn.

If Charlie was so independant, then why was she hanging out here outside of Eugene’s apartment? She kicked a rock, and it bounced off the wall. Eugene hadn’t been going to work lately ‘cause of the station getting smashed, but he could stand to do more ghost stuff, couldn’t he? Was he depressed or something?

Charlie sighed, then sat down on a bench. A couple of humans drifted by, none noticing her. None caring. None knowing anything about her. She curled into herself. She didn’t want to think about that. A bird landed near her blindly, but she whacked her scissors against the bench with a ding that sent it flitting away. She slipped behind the bench, then started cutting up leaves from the ground.

Chills arced up her back, and she startled. A sudden drop in temperature. Charlie stood, looking around herself for the threat. She saw oblivious humans, a cat on the other side of the bench.

“Boss?” She whispered. “Eugene? River?” She winced, feeling stupid. River was gone. Hopefully no one had heard that.

There it was. A shadow on the ground. Just as Charlie spotted it, it zipped off into an alleyway.

“Hey!” She glared. Then she sighed. What, was she going to not follow it? She dashed after it.

The thing slid along the ground, darting between patches of shadow. Charlie had heard about the daylight making ghosts weaker, but personally she could hardly feel it.

The thing kept sliding until it reached a chain link fence.

“I have you cornered,” Charlie said, snapping her scissors. “Now show what you really are!”

The shadow slid under the fence.

“HEY!” Charlie dashed after it. She slipped through the fence easily, but her scissors hit the metal and flew out of her hand. Grumbling swear words, Charlie rushed back over to grab them from the ground, tossed them over the fence, then ran over to grab them from the other side as the shadow continued away.

Now they were going through some trash alley place. Ah, if her father could see her now… n-no, don’t think about him. Charlie ran after the shadow.

The thing stopped in the middle of the path, and Charlie paused a few feet away, confused. Why wasn’t it fleeing again?

ChArlie… it hissed. Charlie took a step back. The voice was warped, but there was something familiar about it.

“W-who are you?” Charlie held her scissors protectively in front of herself.

It rose up. Large, cold white eyes opened, tugging her soul towards their void. Large, cruel hands, thick fingers made for crushing, took shape. Charlie froze. "N-no--"

"Charlie," her father's ghost said, legs solidifying. "You're not going to try to run away again, are you?"

Charlie ran.

She bolted towards the opposite end of the alley, glad to see light at the other end unfiltered through a chain-link fence. She wanted to glance over her shoulder to see where her persuer was, but she didn't want to slow down to do so.

Charlie burst out onto the daylit street, sharply turning to the left. If she'd been human, she'd feel her muscles burning now, but as it was, there was nothing to distract her from the unfiltered terror coursing through her body.

She finally found herself in front of Eugene's apartment complex, stopping only long enough to shove her scissors through the old-fashioned mail slot before phasing in, grabbing them, and jumping straight up through the ceiling to Eugene's bedroom.

"Eugene! Eugene!" Charlie grabbed at Eugene's clothes in an attempt to shake him. It took a second before she could concentrate enough to touch them, and even then when she tugged and pushed, he still didn't respond.

She whacked him in the shoulder with the head of her scissors.

Eugene gave a labored groan in his sleep, but didn't move. Was he breathing kind of heavy?

Charlie gritted her teeth as she glanced about the room for anything she could use. Was there anything that'd have any effect on a ghost? Was there anything but ghostly artifacts that one could use to fight a ghost? She could sure have used an infodump about all this just about several days ago!

She glanced out the window to see how close her pursuer was. She didn't see him. Her eyes held the corner where she'd turned, watching for any sign of movement.

Charlie only looked away when her eyes started watering for not blinking for so long. She noticed how tense she felt. Had her father's ghost not followed her?

After a minute, Charlie was starting to calm down. She took one more glance out the window...

Just as a long black hand became visible around the corner.

Charlie choked and whipped her head back. She pulled Eugene's curtains shut, then curled up down below the window, shaking. Had he seen her? Please let him not have seen her.

Charlie wouldn't be safe here. If her father's ghost could sense ghostly auras, he'd locate her within minutes, especially with all her fear. The walls were a little comforting, but Charlie jolted as she reminded herself they wouldn't matter to a ghost. She had to go.

Standing and darting towards the opposite wall, Charlie fired a glare at Eugene (though she felt more disappointed than angry). "Of course you don't protect me the one time I need you."

Charlie popped open the window on the other side of the room and jumped out, darting out amongst the sea of buildings.

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Chapter 3

[thegayenbydownstreets]

Joy from my post-charlie in underworld au :>