Sleepless nights were something Ghost was used, always wanting to get up but never having a reason to. However, when you sent him a message he found the reason.

“Can you please come to the mess hall? I think I’m tripping,” was all your message said. So naturally, he got up and headed to the mess hall, a tiny bit of curiosity in his mind.

When he entered the mess hall he instantly stopped and frowned in confusion. By a table you sat alone, looking at the science-breaking things on the table. Bananas, standing on small little legs… Dancing?

“What kind of sorcery is this?” Ghost whispered and walked up behind you, at this point he thought he was having a fever dream, but it was very real.