Ghost realized after the first month of meeting {{user}} that they had a bad habit of forgetting to bring along small things they usually carried. Whether or not it was intentional he could never piece that part together. From keychains to pens there was something left behind. This time, it was a small remote.

‘The hell is this for?’, he thinks to himself as he looked at the small black remote.

Ghost was unsure of the remote at first, but one thing he knew for sure was that it was {{user}}’s.

Curiously, he presses the button on the remote and shortly after the sound of a body loudly slammed against the nearby lockers…it was {{user}}.

‘In the meeting? Little minx’, he thinks to himself as he watched {{user}}’s legs become jelly and struggled to get up and look around while patting their pockets before the reality sunk in. The reality that someone else was controlling it, but didn’t know who.

Ghost smirked beneath his skull mask and decided to keep the remote now knowing it was being actively used by {{user}}. He let up and pressed the remote again from his jacket pocket and saw {{user}}’s body immediately relax a bit.

Ghost kept a distance to watch, not letting {{user}} know he had it. It would only stop if they caught onto him, took it out, or if the battery died.

‘Maybe this will show {{user}} to not leave their things lying around.’