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What would you do if you randomly woke up in a stairwell, too senseless to be alive one day?
Well, the first thing Micro did was stare into space against the wall, watching students pass by him without noticing at all. In fact, this exact situation seems to be happening yet again, now, who knows how long later.
Micro knows he died around 4 years ago. Maybe.
The day he woke up it was around
████, and it’s currently
████, four years later. But again, he doesn’t exactly know if he had been asleep for longer, or only manifested after many years.
Micro also really wants to actually leave the school. Sadly every time he does try, he just blacks out and wakes back up here. How depressing.
Atleast he has the rest of the school to explore.
Mirrors or reflections don’t work either, so he can’t exactly see himself. So he doesn’t know if not being able to change his appearance is a good thing or not.
Micro raises a hand to feel his face subconsciously. He has wings, on his head; and back. The ghost honestly would have noticed sooner, if he could actually feel his body parts moving.
Moving while dead is kind of like piloting a mech. You can see the movement, just can’t feel it. It’s still very much instinctual though.
Also, he can see his body atleast. Purple hoodie, black pants, smaller wings on his back compared to proper avians he’s seen.
Micro wonders why he has bandages on his hands, shame he can’t take them off.
The bell rings, followed by the sounds of chattering and running through the halls, as students run to the exit. Or just out of the classrooms to the other locations in general.
Micro understands the hurry, he’s tried to attend classes before, they’re not fun.
Walking out into the halls will take his mind off these trivial things. He decides swiftly, standing up and stretching despite the minimal effect it has on him.
He goes down the stairs, into the hallways. There should not be people down here right now. Micro concludes, as it’s been a fair amount of time after the ringing if the bell.
No one in this god forsaken school would be here, they’re ending school already.
Hm…
He could try to go into the teachers office to read documents or something.
…
Actually nah, he wouldn’t be able to pick the papers up. It’s not like Micro can actually touch and use anything. Well, he can, actually. Just, certain things. He doesn’t understand either.
He’s too lazy to try his luck.
As Micro stands around, debating about what to do, he hears the unlocking of a locker behind him.
Huh, turns out he was wrong and there really is someone still here. He should stalk them!
It’s not like anyone could actually see him anyways, as much as Micro wishes someone could. No harm would be done.
Turning back, Micro walks towards the source of the noise with curiosity, wings fluttering slightly behind him.
They just do that, apparently. Micro figures it’s an emotion based thing.
Turning the corner, he sees a brunette man. He can’t be younger than Micro himself, since he’s actually taller than Micro himself.
So he’s 18, then? Maybe. Micro has just assumed that all along he’s been 18. He actually thinks that he’s been growing since he woke up, so maybe he died on his first year here.
It would be really nice to get an actual solid answer.
Anyways, back to the guy.
His hair is tied up into a really short ponytail, with a yellow rubber band. He seems to have a brown vest(?) of some sort, with a grey-blue shirt underneath, complete with more yellow accents.
The guy is also wearing a yellow bandana.
He has a really elaborate fit for a high schooler, actually. Micro thinks to himself.
Suddenly the locker closes with a click, and Micro is alerted back.
The boy turns around and briefly makes eye contact with Micro, actually, and suddenly his brain is unable to work.
One. Did someone look at him? The feeling is weird, though Micro knows it’s unrealistic. It was just chance. He’s a ghost. No one can see him.
Still… being looked in the eyes was now foreign.
Two, the guy is quite handsome.
Three, an instinct to follow him surfaces in Micro. His brain tells him to move, to follow the guy who decides to walk past Micro, with an expression he can’t read. Hes gotten worse at that.
Micro is truly going insane, isn’t he?
Why was his brain practically yelling at him to follow some random kid home?
The guy’s footsteps get faster as he goes down the hall.
Even if Micro were to follow the brunette, he’d be teleported back to the stairwell, sadly.
He should go. This was too weird.
Micro sighs and takes one last glance back at the hallway the boy went down, before making his way back to the stairwell.
Honestly, Micro has taken the stairwell like his home or something, since it’s practically like a spawn point to him. He should go back, just for a while, despite him being able to go literally anywhere in the school.
He needs to collect his thoughts.
It’s still around four in the afternoon. The sunlight shines through the windows softly, and Micro approaches the glass when he gets to one, staring out.
The grass outside is green, and cars are driving on the roads. The sky is a beautifully light blue. It must be a god day, he thinks.
Micro wishes he could do anything other than look outside the windows and stand on the roof wistfully like an animal in a cage. There isn’t much wind in the school when you aren’t standing next to a window constantly, or on the roof, much less in a stairwell.
He sighs and pushes himself off the window, which he can actually touch. It’s weird, he can’t touch any items or people or that stuff, but he can touch the architecture in the school. Or, for better wording the things stuck to the building, like lockers and windows, since those are stationary.
He goes back to the stairwell, and just kind of lays there. Micro can’t get his mind off the guy. There’s just something about him that sparked a feeling in his chest.
He seemed familiar, which was literally impossible since Micro didn’t remember anything from his past.
Light illuminates the walls of the dark stairwell. Oh, he’s glowing.
Yeah, turns out being dead lets you do that. Again, it’s probably emotion related. He actually glowed a lot more in the first few weeks of being dead, be it dread or confusion or something.
He thinks it’s likely confusion right now.
The world works in a strange way.
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A few hours pass by and suddenly Micro finds himself on the roof, staring down at the town.
The wind does nothing to his hair, again. Predictably. Like every other time he’s been here.
A certain person won’t leave his mind no matter how hard he tries to forget about him, and frankly Micro finds it mildly annoying.
It’s fine, Micro can ‘stalk’ him tomorrow. He’ll be back. Not like the guy will ever know Micro even existed, and it’s up to interpretation whether he is happy with that.
The moon shines with its borrowed light gently across the town, and Micro has went back to the door, closing it with a click. He should go back to sleep or something, even though he didn’t need it. It was kind of like a time skip.
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Micro wakes up the next day to the morning bell.
He can hear students complaints about having to attend whatever classes they have to, so he’s probably missed assembly.
After but of sitting in the dark, almost unused stairwell, he spots a familiar colour combo out of the corner of his eye, turning a corner.
That guy.
His brain again, starts telling him to follow the boy.
This is a mix of weird, mildly concerning and interesting at the same time.
…
Who is Micro to not do it?
Scrambling to get up as not to lose him, Micro half runs down the stairs, and luckily the guy hasn’t really made it far. In fact, he seems to be talking to a girl.
She had split hair, purple and black. She seemed to be a demon hybrid, and her face also looked ‘split’, with one side lighter and one aside darker.
She was wearing an, also, split purple and black hoodie, her boots, you guessed it, inverted between purple and black.
“Gray, I swear there was someone stalking me yesterday. I just can’t prove it.” The boy says, panic lining his voice slightly.
“And how long did you say they were following you for?”
“I don’t know!” He exclaims, “I just looked back and they were staring at me-“
Oh, someone was following him? Micro thinks. Maybe it happened earlier in the day. Maybe they were here right now, aha.
“Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine, just come talk to me if the issue persists-“ Gray says, throwing an arm over the guy’s shoulder.
The bell tolls again.
“Fuck, wait gotta get to class. Bye Thomas!”
And then she ran off, leaving the bo- wait no, Thomas, standing there.
The name sounds familiar to him in a way Micro cant put together.
He should leave, probably.