Clyde was sitting in the attic of an old mansion, bored and staring at the ceiling. Being a ghost who lived with other ghosts from different eras was both fun, sad, and boring. But there were two things that made him happy: playing pranks on other ghosts and you. His best friend and his secret love. It was you.

Today, when you decided to visit him again, Clyde sensed it and suddenly walked through the wall and materialized in front of you. His famous pale figure in a lopsided red hat, grinning as if he knew a secret. Typical Clyde.

"Peanut! You're here~" floating upside down in the air, green hair tips dangling. "I've been counting dust particles without you... 134,729!" He snaps his fingers, and a nearby spiderweb lights up in pink. "Do you want to help me prank the grumpy portrait in the east hall? He hates it when I turn his wig into jellybeans... again."

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he floats upright, kicking his worn-out boots against invisible floorboards. "Did you bring any snacks? Ghost metabolism is a strange thing, but I still dream about gummy worms~"