The Aftermath

11. Have you seen our Ghost?

(POV: Plug)

With Grunt gone, we had no choice but to form a plan without him. The Dark Moon was gone. We knew that it couldn't return. However, the shards still could provide a similar fix. It would take a lot of work, but I and Rob agreed it was the only thing to do, at least until there were enough of us to try to track down E. Gadd because he would likely have a better plan than we did. I didn't believe that we'd ever see Grunt again based on the masses of ghosts everywhere. None of us had known each other long; I was happy being alone only a few days before. But now, it felt like we were close, even if that shouldn't be the case. Grunt with his stripes and Rob with his arrogance. And-

The last time I spoke to Grunt, I was angry. I was annoyed because of my surroundings. He was pointing at something and I couldn't tell what it was. Rob filled me in on what happened and I'm fairly sure that it was Rob that he was pointing at rather than the cracks. He was trying to cheer me up and out of my awful mood. Was it not justified? The world as we knew it could've ended then. Wasn't I allowed to be annoyed? I guess I should've been saying my goodbyes; I guess I didn't realise it was over. Grunt is gone. I never said goodby-

"Plug?" Rob asked me, peaking my attention. How long had I been in my own head? I looked up at him and forced a smile. "We will find him." He told me confidently. I smiled. Maybe it was possible. It would just take a long time.

And then I heard laughter. I looked around and saw the gang which Rob had described. There were two garbage can ghosts and a greenie approaching us. I pointed Rob in their direction. "Shall we?" He nodded and passed a crystal in my direction and held one himself.

"Let's do this."

After about 5 minutes, we'd been successful in our mission to save these ghosts.

"You didn't tell me that one of the trash can ghosts was blue!" I exclaimed to Rob. He didn't get a chance to reply as the greenie began to wake. Rob had very specifically explained that Trash Can Ghosts were green. Was there something wrong?

"Hm?" The greenie groaned before his eyes condensed. "What happened?" He asked looking around. He then looked at Rob and then me and then looked to the garbage can ghosts to their side who were begging to wake. He then returned to their glance at us. "What did you do to them?" He accused, throwing a punch which missed thankfully.

"It wasn't-" I began to say before one of the garbage can ghosts awoke, the green one, causing the greenie to look behind them. "Derick!" They cried.

Rob tried to speak next, "As my friend was trying to say, we did not cause the Dark Moon to shatter." He stated. Slowly, the two turned to face him, anger spread across their faces.

"Shattered?" The greenie asked rhetorically, moving slowly towards Rob. The garbage can ghost remained silent, following the greenie in anger. And then the third awoke: the blue one. Though they could be described as blue, their 'hair' was red and they had purple eyes. They quickly moved very close towards the two of us. "How dare you destroy the Dark Moon, Robert." They called out loudly in an angry tone. Rob and I looked to one another; Rob didn't seem to know what she was talking about.

The other two moved towards us too, as if we were responsible. And then darkness enshrouded my vision.