The children were having the time of their afterlives.
Being the first wave, they knew they had a lot to learn — what better night than now as the adults came behind and spread through the city" The adults came in a great chain of "attacks" upon the city and its people. The first wave came with ridiculous, slapstick laughs. They came with cream pies, ghostly appearances of spectres in zany, so-ugly-it's-stupid costume and other such humours. The handshake buzzer was a common thread among this wave of the laughing dead.
The second wave came and then the third.
The third wave came in screaming with laughter.
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Chance Mullins was at first shocked when he got a faceful of cream pie. At first. And then he couldn't help but laugh. Having had nothing but trouble at the shop earlier in the day, he had stormed out in a righteous fury as his boss let him have it and then decided to just fire him then and there. Really, it wasn't a good day at all and it didn't help that his lunch break turned into the last minutes of work as a cobbler. Well, in that facility, anyway.
And then the pie got thrown in his face.
"Cheer up n' have a laugh, Living-One!"
Chance spun around and found his face decorated with a cream pie — a decently tasting cream pie at that. So his anger died as he licked pie off of his face and found a grinning, rather jolly ghost hovering in front of him.
"Wull, no sense in bein' pissed when I get a lemon pie in m'face. Today's been a bloody wreck tho', lemme tell yah."
Two child-ghosts drifted up to float beside the obviously adult one. The adult patted the two ghost-children on their ethereal little heads and gave a very "Santa-Claus" type grin. "Ah, get it off yer chest, then join us in makin' war against misery, pain an' the generally dismal state o' this sad city, hm?"
In the end, Chance Mullins felt a good bit better after talking his frustrations out and getting pied in the face. And in the end, Chance Mullins ran alongside the flittering ghosts to cause merry-merry havoc n the sad city.
Laughter was indeed the best medicine for all ills.
Being the first wave, they knew they had a lot to learn — what better night than now as the adults came behind and spread through the city" The adults came in a great chain of "attacks" upon the city and its people. The first wave came with ridiculous, slapstick laughs. They came with cream pies, ghostly appearances of spectres in zany, so-ugly-it's-stupid costume and other such humours. The handshake buzzer was a common thread among this wave of the laughing dead.
The second wave came and then the third.
The third wave came in screaming with laughter.
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Chance Mullins was at first shocked when he got a faceful of cream pie. At first. And then he couldn't help but laugh. Having had nothing but trouble at the shop earlier in the day, he had stormed out in a righteous fury as his boss let him have it and then decided to just fire him then and there. Really, it wasn't a good day at all and it didn't help that his lunch break turned into the last minutes of work as a cobbler. Well, in that facility, anyway.
And then the pie got thrown in his face.
"Cheer up n' have a laugh, Living-One!"
Chance spun around and found his face decorated with a cream pie — a decently tasting cream pie at that. So his anger died as he licked pie off of his face and found a grinning, rather jolly ghost hovering in front of him.
"Wull, no sense in bein' pissed when I get a lemon pie in m'face. Today's been a bloody wreck tho', lemme tell yah."
Two child-ghosts drifted up to float beside the obviously adult one. The adult patted the two ghost-children on their ethereal little heads and gave a very "Santa-Claus" type grin. "Ah, get it off yer chest, then join us in makin' war against misery, pain an' the generally dismal state o' this sad city, hm?"
In the end, Chance Mullins felt a good bit better after talking his frustrations out and getting pied in the face. And in the end, Chance Mullins ran alongside the flittering ghosts to cause merry-merry havoc n the sad city.
Laughter was indeed the best medicine for all ills.