Once upon a time there was a little ghost named Pico. She liked to bite and growl at everyone she met. So fierce was her bark and bite, that even the native dragon Ventuswill feared her snarling might!
It often seemed like she was invincible, a true ghost who had surpassed the limits of death itself. But she was still trapped as a little girl, and could get lonely and scared or even cry. Like all poltergeists, she's a total prankster who plays stupid tricks and has a weird sense of humor, but one day she met another little girl who thought all these things were cute and funny. They became inseparable. Literally, because, if the poltergeist wandered too far from the person she chose to haunt, she could fade out into nothingness, the ghostly equivalence of death.
Although the living girl grew older, Pico never did, could not, in fact. But still, Pico worried that the living need one another, so she tried to get the girl to talk to living people more often, instead of spending all of her time with ghosts.
Pico could be a real nuisance, wandering around with signposts and threatening to reveal the color of people's panties. But she meant well, she'd even do free advertising for businesses. Even ghosts get bored, you know.
I've never spent a night apart from her. She took my hand when I was still just a baby in a crib.
Thank you for rescuing me earlier. I'm sure Pico would say that too.
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Date: 2022-12-14 05:56 am (UTC)It often seemed like she was invincible, a true ghost who had surpassed the limits of death itself. But she was still trapped as a little girl, and could get lonely and scared or even cry. Like all poltergeists, she's a total prankster who plays stupid tricks and has a weird sense of humor, but one day she met another little girl who thought all these things were cute and funny. They became inseparable. Literally, because, if the poltergeist wandered too far from the person she chose to haunt, she could fade out into nothingness, the ghostly equivalence of death.
Although the living girl grew older, Pico never did, could not, in fact. But still, Pico worried that the living need one another, so she tried to get the girl to talk to living people more often, instead of spending all of her time with ghosts.
Pico could be a real nuisance, wandering around with signposts and threatening to reveal the color of people's panties. But she meant well, she'd even do free advertising for businesses. Even ghosts get bored, you know.
I've never spent a night apart from her. She took my hand when I was still just a baby in a crib.
Thank you for rescuing me earlier. I'm sure Pico would say that too.
- Dolce