Thomas's (pov)

"What the hell did you do that for?!"

"This house is ours! That room he's claimed is mine!"

"That is not your room. It's mine."

"Just because you built this house doesn't mean it's yours!"

"Falsehood. Of course it."

"I'm the one that was here first! Ah my gorgeous manor who would I have to kill to get it back."

"You can't kill anyone Roman we're invisible."

"If we're invisible then how did you hit him?!"

"I am working on that if you would give me ti-

"Kiddos! Sh! He's waking up."

I blinked rapidly, the world around me seemingly going in slow motion and four men standing above me? I groan placing my hand on my head trying to process this whole scenario. I felt droplets of water collapsing on my forehead.

"Pat! What do you think your doing?!"

"Waking him up."

"But-

"No buts Roman. We hurt him, now we take care of him."

"There's no we about it! Logan hurt him."

"Well Virgil scared him."

"Because it's our house!"

"Please shut up."

I murmur quietly, silencing whoever was talking above me. "Hiya there kiddo. Can you open your eyes for me? All the way, come on. You can do it." I open my eyes and look up at, at the picture. Oh what was his name? Oh! "Patton?" I ask absolutely confused out of my mind. "You know me?" I look to him taking in his appearance. He was wearing an oversized light blue jumper and white bottoms. No shoes however. Around the corners of his mouth was what looked to be faded blood stained onto his skin. He still had his round glasses however, with curly blonde hair.

"Y-your dead. Your supposed to be...." I trailed off as he flashed me a small smile. "I am dead kiddo. Just a little undead too." I sat up off his lap and looked around my living room once more immediately spotting the boy from the fire. "You! You did the fwoosh and, and~" he laughs cutting me off. "Man. You shoulda seen your face." He was still wearing the outfit from his picture. It being recent I'm assuming. I heard an extremely fake cough come from behind and turn to see the prince!

"Greetings young one! Feel free to marvel at my majesty." I heard gagging sounds behind me presumably coming from the fire guy. The prince however, was wearing a red suit with a white ruffled shirt underneath. Though where his royal embellishment used to be now lay a circular patch of blood right where his heart should be. "Fascinating. It appears to be that he can see us."

Finally I see the man standing behind the couch. He wore dark blue trousers, a white shirt, covered in splotches of dried out blood with dark blue suspenders and a matching mixed blue tie. Lastly a top the ridge of his nose lay rectangular glasses framing his face just so. "I-it's you. The four who died." They all nodded either a smile or a smirk on their face. "B-but how?"

"Well....."