The Death Fun chapter 2

"We have walked through the darkness of this world, that’s why we are able to see even a sliver of light."
-Garra, Naruto-

Let me tell you a story. There once was a boy. He wasn't anything special. He had a father, a mother and an annoying older sister. He wasn't an amazing athlete or one of those genius kids you hear about on the news.

But it all changed on a Wednesday. That day when he came to his life. The creature with the black robes and scythe. The fear of everything that is alive. The creature offered the boy the most important job in the universe. To keep humanity safe from those that left it.

"And that what I have till now. What are you thinking? tell me your opinions."

"This is a very nice start for a story, Finn" said George the head of the group. "Does anyone else want to say their opinions?"

"Come on guys, don't be assholes" I said, but they just kept staring at me, like a bunch of bakas. Even Stacy, and she always got something to say about anything.

"I think we should rap this meeting up. I'll see you all next Wednesday" said George and everyone got up from their chairs quickly, including me.

"Just in time for my next meeting" I said happily as i got out of the room.

"Watching Japanese cartoons is not a meeting" I heard Stacy say as she walked pass me.

"first, it's called anime and it's sacred!!!" I said, holding myself from punching Sabrina in her stupide face. "Second, where was your opinion when I read my story?!"
"It was dumb" was all she said before she entered her mom's car and got the fuck out of my sight.

'What a flat-chested bitch' I thought. 'Her mom is pretty nice, though. She made chocolate-chip cookies for the meeting two weeks ago.'
"But enough talking about that Milf" I said to myself. "I have to get to "Suger Bowl" ASAP!"

Let me tell you another story. A nice story begins with a glass of beer. A great story begins with a glass of milk. So according to this logic, an amazing story might begin with a milkshake. Right here in "Suger Bowl Café", sit Finn Diskin, the amazing psychic. wearing a t-shirt with a four leaves clover and jeans, drinking strawberry milkshake while talking with some dead friends.

So who exactly is Finn Diskin?

Seventeen years old. Son of a proud Irish man Brian Diskin and his not-Irish wife Sarah Turner. He is also the little brother of Nora, a professional annoying bitch. Finn is the only one of these four that can see and talk with the deads. He works as a psychic since he was ten years old. He is also known as The Avatar, Soul King, The Almighty Finn and Mc-kun.

You're probably asking yourselves, where did his powers come from? Well, well, he was born with them. For generations, the members of the Turner family could communicate with ghosts and worked as psychics, and now it's Finn's turn. And that is enough exposition.

"And that's why, even though he said it will never happen, The LuNa ship is going to sail at the end of One Piece."

"Wow, you really thought that out Finn" said Will, my best dead friend. "Other pairs and everything."

"To bad it's going to happen" said his twin brother Andrew, my not-best dead friend. He is the reason they are both dead. When you get hit by a truck you don't go to a fantasy world, it breaks every bone in your body.

"Shut up Andrew before I'll send you to the next world!! With that attitude its no wonder you aren't invited to the party."

"That completely fine by me" said Andrew. "I don't even like parties!" And then Andrew got up and walked through the wall to cry somewhere we won't be able to hear.

"Your brother is an idiot."

"But he is my idiot" said Will with a smile. "So, how's work? Anything new?"

"I sent Dalton to the next world. He possessed a loli. He left me no choice."

"disgusting" said Will in a calm tune. The tune he uses when he wants to talk about a hard topic.

"Ok, what do you want to say Will?" I asked. It's better to let him say whatever he wants fast or he will keep using that annoying calm tune.
"Nothing. I just remember that I must help organize some stuff for the party. I'll see on Saturday at the cemetery."

And with that, Will left the cafe the same way his brother did. Leaving me alone with the casher lady and the drunk spirits of Colfer and Fowl. They are the funnies people that I know. I think they were so drunk when they died, that the alcohol in their blood died with them.

"Hey lad, how's the wife?" asked Colfer between hiccups.

"Fuck you, I'm drunk. Fuck you, I'm drunk. And I'm going to be drunk till the next time I'm drunk" sang Fowl deep from his heart, if he only had one. "Say this to her next time she is nagging you. That's what I did."

"And then she kicked you out and you came to crash at my home" said Colfer.

"And then your wife kicked us both out, and we had to sleep in the boat."

"And then there was a storm."

And then they both start to laugh. I must admit, there is nothing funnier than a drunk ghost. This is my life. Drinking milkshake, exorcising, watching and reading Japan's greatest gift for mankind and forced therapy. What more do I need?