Ghost Cuphead Novels & Stories

{If you’d stop cutting me off for five seconds—} The voice was inside my head. Inside my actual head. Great. Haunted. I scanned the room. No creepy kids, no floating ladies. Just money and vanilla candles. “Hello? Casper? You taking interior design requests now?” {If you’d just let me finish!} “Are you… crying?” The ghost sounded one second from a meltdown. {I am NOT crying. I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence, thank you.} A glowing blue orb the size of a tennis ball popped into existence and hovered there, judging me.

he says as he walks past me with Rover over his shoulder with his ass exposed to the world to see. “I have a better idea,” I say, removing my own helmet and following Ghost inside. Thorn and Crybaby are in the van waiting for orders while Thorn erases our passage through cameras. “Where do you want this piece of shit?” Ghost asks and I point at the chair in the middle of the room. The only thing above it is a single lightbulb. I know it is very cliche, but I wanted him to be afraid as soon as his eyes opened again.

He pulled out his cigarette and dropped it on the table and pulled down his glasses. "Hello Don. I believe we haven't met or may have probably met before. However, I am here to pay you a very cool visit" I was trying to figure out where I had seen this face before. "Who are you and what do you want?" He dragged his cigarette and puffed it into the air. "I am Papi Gomez, member of the Skull '' Goosebumps spread across my skin the moment he made that reference. Members of the skull were practically people I totally believed I had wiped off years ago, saved for Ciro who is in prison.

The gay guy answered and asked me, which made me not think extensively about the answer. "None, not until now that she snatched mine just a month ago," I answered with all I know, and the two ghosts high fives each other. What now? "Confirmed. Gay. And she's been crushing on you for so long then." They asserted, and it made me laugh out loud at their remarks about that blue-eyed blondie. This is so hilarious! Perhaps if I could have a chance to live again, I will try to investigate the findings of these morons here about Sydney Roswell.

The smell of fresh human flesh made her head throb and her throat ache. data-p-id=56531b05a9961565cf198616dbe583b2,Sensing an audience, the three ghouls drenched in blood turned to the two younger ghouls, their eyes were wide, pupils diluted and orbs the colour of blood. Their eyes held a wild gaze, as if this was their first taste of flesh in months. data-p-id=dadab1d8892f46a58c49423177a34a51,One of them snarled. "Hey punks, get lost, unless you wanna be next."