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In a bit of a speechless moment, you sit there smiling like a buffoon, hand trying to reach the dancing phone on the bed without losing eye contact with the precious lady.
“Let’s keep this between us.” Wilma admits she had no plans beyond this.
“Right…” You finally catch the pesky ghost. You avert your eyes and notice that everything Odetta said is true, they have arrived. “Huh, I thought you were joking.”
“Why would I ever lie, dear inconsiderate friend?” The smug phantom taunts from the screen.
“For your own gain.” You raise an eyebrow.
“Gain what exactly? Victory is already mine. I’ll be back as one in a minute.” Odetta is expecting to pass to the next life soon.
“The spoils of war.” Wilma taps the pudding container. The tomato wars weren’t kind to Wilma’s world views.
“You can keep it if you tell me what you whispered to him.” Odetta grins.
“I thought you didn’t want to hear us anymore.” Wilma is surprised by the suggestion.
“Can’t a girl have some healthy curiosity every now and then? I mean, it sounded… <span class="mu-i">fruity</span>, rosy cheeks.” Odetta wiggles her eyebrows like a rip-off. You do it better.
“Please, tell them to come up here now.” You ask the spirit to send the message.
“Absolutely~!” Odetta can wait to go back to normal, so she will let this go.
Minutes later, Matilda, Fiora, and Odetta’s corpse are here! Your martial arts master is the one carrying the sack of bones. The entire group is sharing wardrobe style, they all look like witches endearingly. Fiora’s gala outfit is gone, Matilda isn’t wearing Wilma’s clothes either, and Odetta looks stupid. After greeting each other and doing a short catch-up of the events, the plan moves to put the ghost back into the barren wasteland that is her body.
“Should we pray?” You clasp your hands.
“Do you pray to demons?” Matilda asks back, half-jokingly.
“Mine is a pretty cool dude.” You high-five Philonune, you’re not the only one, he has a church in the Bubble Dimension. Matilda can see this tiny event slightly after the Bubble stuff, so yay! Or maybe not. Maybe it was a San Wich thing and she’s blind as a baseball bat.
“No praying, I’m not dead! Your bad vibes will mess with my groove.” Odetta grits her teeth. “Fiora, place me on top of my body! This asshole got his phone wet and I’ve been malfunctioning with it ever since. It’s messing me up, baaad.”
“I’m aware.” Fiora doesn’t need the backstory.
“...W-Why didn’t you help me then?!” Odetta is flabbergasted.
“I believed in your abilities.” Fiora couldn’t bother.
“Will she be okay?” Wilma is the only one concerned about Odetta’s health.
“We’ll find out soon enough.” Fiora doesn’t have the expertise to tell. The witch places the phone over the corpse. You all take a look with great interest...
