Gumball Ghosts Novels & Stories

If I ever left this place, I never want to come back as it is really capable of taking a toll on your mental health. I moved over to the next ghost. I was sweating as I was hoping it won't be a hard task. Then she peered into my eyes and smiled. “All I need now is an iced cream from your world. I want it from those who sell on the roadside or streets. They have an iced cream stand. So, whichever one you want to get it from, you will see a customer ordering two, but another one would appear which only you can see, and it will be shuffled so fast. You have only one chance to pick the iced cream for ghosts. If you pick the wrong one, you'll fail.” She explained, with a smile.

She turned and pointed towards the massive concrete sarcophagus of Reactor 4, looming in the distance like a tombstone for the world. "Under the stone," she whispered. "But the Clown is waiting." "The Clown?" Ben asked, finally rebooting his suit. "Please tell me it's not a Pennywise situation." The girl faded. She didn't walk away; she just became transparent, then dissolved into mist, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and burnt sugar. "Great," Jack stood up. "Ghost kids giving directions. This is definitely not Kansas." "The Clown," Catherine mused. "There was a mascot... for the park. 'Misha the Bear'. But maybe the radiation twisted it into something else."

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Veronica stayed quiet and Mike was paying attention to the road along with the driver. In response, Felix just nodded. Now he was familiar with Nick. He was ready for all the tricks Nick had in his sleeves. "So tell me, where we were back then?" Nick questioned. "Huh? Inside the studio of Ghostbusters?" Felix answered back. "Right! What do Ghostbusters do?" "As the name suggests? Ghostbusting?" "Pffttt! Hahahaha! that's the lamest answer I've ever heard."

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

Adeline moved fast. Within a day, my younger sister was bound and dumped in a deserted outskirts area. Around her lay piles of wood, drenched in pungent gasoline. My sister struggled frantically, but the ropes held her tight. Then Adeline appeared, dressed in a striking red gown. For a brief moment, my sister's eyes lit up with recognition—then quickly shifted to terrified concern. "Adeline! What are you doing here? You have to run—it's dangerous here!"

Jay shouted. "Yeah, I see that." Daniel said. He quickly reloaded his gun and kept firing. "BAM", went a loud gun as it started firing all of Melanie's opponent. Once all of them were hit, they turned around looking for where the shots were fired, but they couldn't find any. Slowly people came out from the ceilings, the locker room, behind the chairs and everywhere. They were shocked seeing an opponent help them but then a girl came out, they raised their gun towards her, she was clearly a ghost, four of them were ghosts.

Ghost asks, going back to mixing the drugs with the baggies. I notice he’s mixing different supernatural drugs and human drugs. Almost as if the concoctions are supposed to be different, or perhaps that’s the point. He’s just mixing random ass drug cocktails hoping it will do the job and kill the humans. Ghost is reckless, so it wouldn't surprise me if this were his first or second time doing this. If this is the first time, he might be using tonight as an experiment to see if it works. Ghost could be doing this just because he fucking can or because he’s working with someone, and there is a purpose to his madness.

It sounded like a hallway full of doors slamming shut one after the other. Nyx and Marv were still hiding behind me, not sure of what was happening. I wasn’t all that sure myself. Why were the trolls here? Just coincidence? Seemed a bit unlikely. A tremor, only a mild one, rumbled through the chamber. “Is all the Ancestors and ghost moaning stuff you lot then?” I asked the nearest troll. “‘Course it is,” he said. “You don’t think there’s really ghosts down here, do you? We’ve been winding up the rats for years — so gullible.”

He did not know the NPCs well enough, but Gloomie seemed lonely without friends. “How about a game of limbo under?” he pointed to the limbo station floating in the water. They had to stack tables to play without the flooding, but it was still a fun game. Thrilled, Gloomie agreed. When the game started, Zen made Gloomie go first. The ghostly version of the crybaby mushroom monster went right through the pole even when she couldn’t go under. This was clearly to her advantage, but Zen was a master actor. He pretended to be amazed at her flexibility while struggling to pass his attempts and falling comically.