//------------------------------// // No Matter How You Look At It, It's not My Fault I'm a Ghost Now! // Story: Twilight Sparkle Dies in Lava // by payasofobia //------------------------------// Japan. Busy cities. Over a 100 000 000 people. Loneliness in the crowds. ........ ........ Ponies? DEATHRAY! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM ----------------------------------------------------------- What used to be Japan. Tomoko Kuroki was posting shit in her favorite forums when, all of a sudden, DEATHRAY! And all went white, then black. ..... Tomoko wasn't sure what had happened. All she saw around her was black, and a light above. ..... Was she dead? ..... She slowly moved her gaze towards her legs. She was greeted by a clowdy stump where her legs should be. ..... Welp. She really was dead. She had kicked the bucket. She was picking daisies. This was exactly like one of her Japanese Animes. ...... Well, it wasn't too bad, all things considered. It was painless, she got a new white paint-job all around. She could even fly! She was a typical ghost now, and that was great! And the best part? Knowing that there really actually was some sort life after death! A sudden bout of curious anxiousness took over her. What was she going to do now? Where to? Is there a heaven? Will she become a Shinigami, like so many of her favorite characters did? What does a ghost eat? Can she stay around and pull off pranks on bystanders? Can they see her? ...... ...could they see her if she entered the boy's showers? ...... Was she truly immortal now? Even an eternity doing nothing but loafing around in exciting places seemed inviting. Death had opened many doors for her. And just in time! Life was boring. A boring house, a boring family, a boring school. Everything around her was empty and pointless. In all honesty, she wasn't expecting to do much with life. After all, it seemed to have pulled a cruel joke on her. She had no friends at all. While she still enjoyed her comics and light novels and video games, her middle school companions had grown up, they moved on to more important stuff, like boyfriends and parties, studying hard to get to a better school, and as they did, little by little, they moved away. High School was just the last nail. Most of her friends left to other, more prestigious schools and the ones who didn't changed class-rooms and surrounded themselves in new friends. And so, they left her all alone.... What a bunch of pigs! Traitorous, dumb pigs! And her family? Being around them made her feel lonelier, somehow. Her brother was, in simple words, an insensitive douche. Mother was always nagging at something, and that something was usually her. And Father? Completely inconsequential to her life, besides the paychecks. She never saw him. He was always the first to wake up and the last to arrive home, always late. Her family could disappear any day now and she wouldn't care. Well, except for dad's money. As for her own future? Bleak and hopeless. Mediocre grades grades all around, and there was no sign of improving. These had barred her from entering a better school. And then her mediocre disposition doomed her from everything else. She had no artistic talent at all, which she found funny, as she enjoyed other people's art so much. She tried her hand at sports, but she quickly realized that the only body part it energized was her guts, resulting in diarrhea. She tried writing fan-fiction, yet everyone screamed Mary-Sue as soon as she hit the Publish button. And worst of all? She was terrible at video games even though she spent 30% of her days playing one. There were no tournament victories for her in the future. All she was good for was at consuming. Making some slob richer by buying a million products. Oh yeah, she was good at that. Her shelves could easily contain over a thousand dollars in trinkets, books and figurines in the likeness of the cutest boy she had a crush for in one show or another. Her only talent was her deep pockets. Well, in short, life was boring. Still, some may wonder what was so bad about all that. After all, life isn't exactly exciting for most people, she lived just like many do. Nothing wrong with that. That would be true anywhere else except on this Earth. To put in on perspective, one of her classmates piloted a giant robot, the other was a confessed mass murderer/serial killer, another one was a demonic mage, and some other guy could kill you with a bottle-cap. The cruel joke was that she was a boring person in a world of fantasy. Everyone around her had the darnedest adventures while she sat at home, playing video games. Life had given her no opportunities, life was so unfair to her... Emphasis on was. Who cared about all that now? Really. Death was so inviting! The drama! The adventure! The sweet rewards of heaven! She giddily wonders what sorts of charming troubles she would get into from now on....she jets towards....wherever the hell she was going! ....... And, there they were, a Ghostly Super Robot Pilot, a spectral mass murderer/serial killer, a spiritual Demon-Mage and a Wisp that could kill 5 men with one Bottle-Cap. She was a ghost now. A ghost smack-dab in the middle of a bunch of other, way more interesting ghosts. A crowd of super ghosts. The entirety of Japan had died. ...... "I think I'm just going to find me a nice chair to sit." And so, the glorious quest for a chair began!