AN: This story is not something that actually happened, though if you must know, all characters IN this story actually exist, except the up coming demon. He doesn’t exist… yet.

Warning: It is R for a reason, and those reasons were listed before, and still stand, I doubt I’ll be saying that again.

Saying that I had a small experience with ghosts would be a major understatement. So when there was one standing over my bed and looking at me, I wasn’t that amazed nor surprised. I waved at the apparition and rolled over to go back to sleep. Needless to say, I don’t think it was very happy at me.

I felt a small hand on my head, pulling my hair to get my attention. I looked up at a small face, it was a little girl, with black hair and completely white eyes. I reached out one hand, thinking that if I touched her, she would disappear and I could go back to sleep.

She fell back as I forcefully poked her in the head. "Hey!" she cried, "I’m only trying to help you and you throw me to the floor! Fuck. If that’s what you do to poor people that try to help you I’m leaving!"

Fully awake and aware now, I grabbed her arm to stop her, "Wait, what’s wrong?"

"It’s Steve, she’s being attacked."

Without listening to another word, I ran down the stairs and towards the computer room. What I saw there would frighten me for the rest of my life… or for about five seconds. Which was how long it took me to get really pissed.

No one abuses my computer except me.

There was some sort of thing standing above my computer and had it’s deformed hands inside of her.

Yelling, I ran at the thing and tackled it, throwing it into the wall. I crouched over Steve and held her close to me, she was sputtering, but there wasn’t any swear words in it, needless to say, I was scared.

The thing stood and I finally got a good look at it. It was completely black, red eyes blazing from a face that looked dried out. It’s lips parted to hiss at me, and I saw that it had hideous fangs. It reached out a clawed hand to me and I screamed and kicked its hand away.

"Keep the hell away from me, Prune-Face!"

It paused, "That is not my name."

Surprisingly, it had an English accent, a highbrow one too.

I stopped and glared at it, well it’s what you look like to me, so you should change your name to that!"

It paused, looking confused, "Change… my name?"

For a moment I thought the thing would explode. Feeling a bit adventurous, I picked up a floppy disk and threw it at its head.

It shrieked, "That’s not nice!"

"Neither is having your hand in my computer! Attacking her!"

It paused, "Well that was what I was ordered to do!"

I paused, "By who?"

"Whom." Grumbling, I corrected myself. "I can’t tell you."

"Sure you can!"

"No, I can’t!"

It seemed as though we were at an impasse, it didn’t want to concede to the fact that I was right, and I was right.

"You owe me!" I finally exclaimed, triumphant.

It paused and cocked its head at me, "And why exactly do I owe you?"

I had to think for a moment and gather my thoughts, "Well, you attacked my computer late at night, forced this nice little girl to wake me up, and then you caused me vast mental anguish by arguing with me."

I’m great at making myself out to be the victim.

"I have to think of this." With that, the thing sat down in the corner with its head in its clawed hands.

Turning to look behind me, I saw the little girl standing in the doorway, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe that I had just done that. I smiled at her as she walked closer.

"Well, even if you did defeat that demon," she looked at it in doubt, this was obviously not going the way that she had planned. I’m not exactly the best at being the valiant hero. "We have a bigger problem."

"What’s that?" I was ready to shrug off her words as just being over-dramatic, and began to plug Steve in to make sure that she was okay.

"Well, someone obviously sent him here to harm Steve, I think you should find out who it was and stop them from harming her; permanently.

I turned Steve on as I thought about what this little girl was saying. As soon as Steve was completely on, she yelled at the already confused Prune-Face. I would have felt sorry for the poor thing if it had not been trying to harm Steve.

Then Steve turned on me. She began yelling at me, saying that I had better take out whatever was after her, and take her along so she wouldn’t be left in danger.

Then she crashed.

Sighing, I began to unplug Steve and packed her into boxes, so she could be hauled along. The little girl watched this with interest, probably because she had been trying to talk sense into me, but it only took the computer bitching at me to get me in gear.

By the time I had a suitable bag ready and had gotten changed, the Prune-Face was waiting for me at the door. For a moment I thought that he was going to try and carry out his orders again, until he spoke, "Please forgive me, I was wrong, take me with you so that I may redeem myself."

I sighed. This was not going well at all.

So that was how the ghost of a little girl, a Prune-Faced demon, a bitchy computer with PMS, and me, the teenage girl that had school on Monday… ended up on the road, in my shity POS car (the love of my life, you insult her and I’ll kill you). Heading where? At the time, I had no idea.

But it would be a journey that would change the way that I thought for, well if not the rest of my life, then at least the first five seconds.