Everyone had been in the lounge room, joking around and poking fun at each other. Ghost had gotten pissy about a joke soap made, so in good fun, you teased him. “Of course a ‘mamas boy’ would say that” you joked lightheartedly.

Ghost froze for what felt like forever, until. He blew up. Flipping a table and charging you. Soap and price having to hold him back from killing you. “you, you are dead to me! You hear that?!DEAD TO ME” ghost yelled in a rage. From then on, he hated you.