Ghoulish Nightfall - A Coolment Fic

TW: Murder, Death, one mention of Meth, Violence, yadda yadda yadda you get it

 Dragging his blanket over himself, Coolment wasn’t sure what to do. He’d been having nightmares for a few days now and Sam hadn’t done anything to help. After James’s party, he’d been paranoid. Sam called him a wuss for it, which he was, but that didn’t help him out much.

 Maybe it was just the guilt? However, after seeing those ghosts, actual ghosts, it’d all been worse. He could hardly sleep anymore, Sam didn’t notice. Probably because he was taking so much meth, where did he get it all from anyways? Walter only gave them so much.

 Shaking his head, Coolment just tried to relax an- HOLY FUCK-

 He fell down his bed, banging his head on the floor, at the sight of the ghost. Again. He groaned, sat up, and looked at it. It looked transparent, like you could alllllmost see through it, and it was pale. Pale with a tint of blue. And it was the clown. Coolment could tell immediately because of it’s cake-y face paint which did nothing to prevent his stubble from popping out of the big smiley face which was painted on. Oh, and because he was dressed like a clown. Duh.

 The clown, what was it’s name again?, stepped closer with a glare aimed at Coolment. Oh, right. Bumpy, Bumpy the clown…. It was a sorta nice name, Coolment wish he knew the guy more. He seemed chill.

 Bumpy stared into Coolment, like he was translucent. His eyes were dull, lifeless, dead. And it made Coolment’s spine shiver. The clown then stepped closer and Coolment jumped up, stepping back enough to gently hit Sam’s bed. He turned and Sam was peacefully sleeping, face buried in a pillow and limbs flailed out in a pose that looked like he fell to his death. Coolment almost laughed, tail gently swinging at the movement.

 Then the clown coughed, sending himself in a coughing fit that was so rough it scared Coolment.

 “You know,” He started, “I knew you were a fraud, an imposter.” He muttered, voice groggy. It was like he was drugged. Coolment felt his mouth dry and taste sour as he stepped to his right, ready to turn and bolt. Bumpy seemed to see it too, stepping closer to the catboy. “You betrayed so many people…” He said, soon lunging for Coolment. Coolment, in his infinite wisdom, fell back on his ass.

 He groaned, looked up, and crawled his way up before making a sprint towards the stairs. He practically jumped down as he heard the clown slowly float his way. He reached the bottom, and made his way to the living room. He made sure to close the door and-

 “Coolment?” Asked a near-silent voice. Coolment’s tail twitched at the sound as he then turned and looked at the Ghoul. Grumbis, his cat/pet man, was sitting behind the couch. His legs spread in front of him and his hands gently pressed in front of his crotch. His felt tail moved, something that hadn’t been possible before, and it swayed from side to side. He could hear the damp thing squelch against the floor, and the couch. He gagged a little.

 Grumbis soon used his felt paws, still soaked in bath water, to crawl to Coolment. Coolment felt sick, seeing it slide due to the moistness of it’s suit. And what made it worse, other than the fact that the felt was so soggy that the mold seemed to thrive on it, was that he could see George’s head. It had soggy brown, almost black hair, with bright green eyes. Everything else was darkened by the shadow that night had tucked into the sky. It was staring, dull yet still thinking, right at Coolment. “Coolment, you were supposed to be a good owner. You weren’t supposed to be like him, like Mr. Abe Usive.” It whispered. He wanted to sob out, to tell the cat that he was not like him. He didn’t even want Grumbis anyways.

 Coolment stepped to the side, hearing the clown now barrel itself into the door, and he booked it for his front door.

 Opening it, he gladly breathed in the cool night air. It was quiet, ghostly, outside. But it was nice because it wasn’t the stuffy dorm room that he shared with Sam. He mentally cursed, how is Sam? Was he safe? Yes, he elected, of course he was safe. He was Sam, and the Clown had no ill will towards Sam. He had shown little to no hate against the taller!

 Something moved, from the corner of his eye. It was Jame’s house, no one had put missing posters for him yet because he was ‘on vacation’. He sighed, stepping out onto the sidewalk. He hissed as he looked down and saw his bare feet connected to the pavement. He sighed, he probably should sleep with socks on or something. It’d be dreadful, but if he had to run he wouldn’t have to deal with… This.

 He hummed, tail swishing in mild annoyance as he just decided to make his way towards the house. He swore that he heard a gentle pat pat pat from it. Maybe it was a cat? An actual cat? He wished he had a real cat, he couldn’t handle seeing Grumbis. Grumbis’s body was cold, and lifeless, and scary. He’d never forget seeing the fearful look on his tattered face (most likely from the shocking amount of mold he gained) that had been seemingly sculpted onto him. He shivered. Yea, he’d want a real cat. Because if he killed a real cat, he wouldn’t handle the guilt of seeing it’s body. Because it’d be smaller, dumber. It would mean less to the world. 

 He jolted when he realized that he was at the stairs to the basement, the creaky floorboards shaking him from his pondering as he stepped onto stone stairs. He shivered, looking around. The place had gained cobwebs, and all the birthday stuff was still here. He gulped when he saw the stand for the cupcakes, they looked rotten enough to be mistaken for mud.

 He shook his head and traversed downward. When he reached the end, he gasped. James was there,hair clumped together with blood and torso warped to look like chunks of meat had been ripped out. It looked like someone’s bare hands had done it. James turned, his body sagging one way and then another. There was a pout stretched onto his lips. “Coooooolment.” He drawled out, “We were friends, Coolment.” 

 Coolment went up a step, wincing as James clambered towards him. He smelt like death and mold that had been soaking in the sun. Coolment decided to quickly run up the stairs, soon bolting out of the abandoned home. He panted, turning and seeing the cat and the clown, they were out of the closing door and slowly making their way to him. He whined when he saw that the clown looked worse than usual. His wounds, which beforehand just looked like a opening of blood, spouted out guts and Coolment saw the dark red liquid fall out of it in glops, landing on the floor, his clothes, the cat, and probably more. It was a sickening sight. 

 He heard a thump and turned to see James, his jaw almost torn off as his dark eyes, how they changed color Coolment will never know, scanned him. Coolment stepped back, into the cat. He didn’t recall them ever having secret speed. And he definitely didn’t recall the ghosts having the ability to touch him-!

 He gasped, feeling the now physical ghoul wrap it’s sopping wet paws across his torso. He squirmed, tail swashing around in distaste of the texture. He then gasped as he saw the clown wrap it’s cold hands around his throat, no immediately tightening them. He gulped, looking at James. James pulled out a carving knife, and was straddling towards him. He felt panic shoot through his body as he yelled out and started to try to push them away. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t touch them. And he felt sick when James drew closer and the clown tightened it’s hands around his neck and the cat started to scratch it’s way into his body, searching for his heart. He- he screamed when James plunged the now bloody knife, what he now recognized as Sam’s problem solver, deep into his lower gut-

 He woke up with a startle, it was still dark out but a check of his clock told him that the sun would rise soon. He felt his heart beat slow, where as it previously was so fast it could power a factory, it now held a normal and healthy pace. He got up, got changed, and decided that he wasn’t going to school today.

 He’s not doing anything today. That was too much shit and he’s not looking Nova in the eyes for another month. He already had a hard time seeing her, but now it would be ten times worse because while he didn’t kill her, she’d still be a ghost of a person.