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[attr="class","oznimain"]“Y-yeah.” Not-Oz admitted quietly as he looked at the approaching hoard. He swallowed down his nerves, but it proved too big of a bite to eat. As the Rockets appeared, the boy’s hands curled into fists. He looked almost feral. But, then, Thomas again said the magic word. Something that gave Ozni another rung of control.

“Watch the no-no words, Thomas!” Ozni uttered through gritted teeth. “There’s a child here. And my channel is rated PG.” Not that he actually cared. Right now, he wanted to shout some choice things at the specter himself. Any further quips were cut off as a Shadow Ball smashed into the building behind his head. Old bricks fell with a puff of dust and a resigned grating complaint. “Shit.”

Scared and eager for shelter, the half-banished ghost dove right back into Ozni’s bigger frame. A shudder ran down the CEO’s back as he tightened his fingers in his cargo shorts. “You should—” The dark-skinned man’s teeth ground irritably together. “--seriously, kid?” By the time they’d clambered aboard, the boy was back in the driver’s seat. It was K’s hands that brushed the creature’s giant side.

Ozni wasn’t really sure how to go about evicting a ghost. Nor how to do it with a child without creating a ton of problematic videos. It wasn’t like he could turn off the water or anything. “Mister Thomas!” The boy piped up in a reedy voice. “There’s a wall—” Fortunately, it seemed like the man had seen it. Unfortunately, it seemed like that barrier wasn;t what trapped the ghost here.

The second they soared past, the ghost was thrown backward as if swung at by some dark, invisible bat. Ozni breathed a sigh of relief as his body returned to his control. But, far below, he caught sight of a little blue figure in a sea of cultish uniforms and sneers. “FIND MY SISTER!” The boy shouted up at them as the people closed in. Then, he pushed his way past one stunned dark spirit before vanishing back into the hospital.

From his perch, Ozni sighed. That kid had hijacked his body like a puppet. It was gross. It was violating. And he’d totally tried to pick his nose. A sigh shook the businessman’s frame. “We’re going to help him, aren’t we?”

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