| Timothy was a troubled ghost. He was one of the few cases of ghosts you never hear about, for nothing about his haunting was terrifying at all; Timothy was the least "coherent" of all the ghosts that had ever existed. |
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 | I-I am going to haunt you so bad, you stupid thingy. I'll fill you with "contempt" and fear. Please be scared. OoooOOOOOOhhhh!! | |
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| Timothy had never gone to the Horror Acedemy for Budding Witches, Warlocks and Ghouls because he felt they were prejuduced against the ghost population, so he never had the proper training. He only had a faint "conjecture" to lead him, and even then he stumbled through everything. He was too nice to be a real ghost. |
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| I'm your worst nightmare maybe! What're you scared of? Abandonment? ...Well thats actually a pretty valid fear, I hope you're able to move on in your life. You are all you need. | |
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| Thank you! I really needed to hear that. Would you like some jello? | |
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| He eventually gave up being a haunting ghost to the dissapointment of his family, and instead "collaborated" with the ruler of an abandoned orphanage. The ruler was a wicked huge pack rat named Ralph who's tribe had taken over the building, and together they set up a therapy group for Timothy to lead for other troubled ghosts. He was "commended" deeply for his generous efforts, and he spent the rest of his days working through emotional issues with the mystical kind of our Earth. |
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| I know, honey, I know, let it out... | |
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| *sob* BUT WHY DID HE CHEAT ON ME, TIMOTHY? WHY!! | |
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