Oh no! Somepony followed me here and now they're trying to stop me from doing what I have to do! Oh no, what am I gonna...wait. Sompony actually wants to stop me from offing myself? After what I've done? How could it be? I thought this entire town hated my guts! I never thought I'd ever experience such kindness from one of my neighbors ever again. I need to see who's behind me, maybe for once, I could actually make a friend. Well, here it goes. I slowly took a couple steps away from the edge and turned around to see the kind soul who wished to save me from my own self.

"Okay, I have officially lost my damn mind." I said aloud as I turned around to once again see an illusion of that light blue colt I took from this world.

My own mind wanted to play a sick trick on me one last time before I jumped to my death and it wasn't pulling any punches. Standing on the rooftop, about ten feet in front of me, was Clutzy Luvvie himself and holy shit, did he look like he was actually there, save for the fact that I could see everything right through him. I've seen plenty of photographs of him before the accident and I know for a fact, it was one last "fuck you" from my own mind just to add insult to injury.

Usually, shaking my head gets the image out of my mind but I knew I'd gone off the deep end when I saw that he was still there, just staring up at me, his at first sad look, turning into one of curiosity. After staring at me with a cocked eyebrow and his head tilted, he suddenly rose up three feet from the roof and floated through the air over to me where he stopped about a foot in front of my face. As his eyes stared into mine, he floated to the left, my head almost involuntarily turning and my eyes following him the whole way. He then floated to my right with much of the same results.

Why does my own brain have to torment me right before I die? After a few more times of floating to my left and to my right, the seemingly real illusion tried a new approach and waved his hoof right in front of my face, causing me to blink and scrunch up my muzzle. He still gave me a very quizzical look as he then floated circles around me, almost as if he were testing me somehow. It seemed to freak him out that my gaze was following him about as much as it was freaking me out that my mind was tricking me into seeing him. Suddenly, he tried yet another approach.

"Boo!" The illusion said suddenly, getting a gasp from me as I took a few steps back.

Upon seeing my reaction, the illusion then floated backwards with his hooves over his mouth out of shock. I don't get it, why is he acting so freaked out? After another few seconds of us staring at each other, he finally broke the awkward silence again and it was enough to push me over the edge...literally.

"YOU CAN SEE ME!?" The transparent figment of my imagination shrieked, startling me to the point where I took a few steps back...right over the edge of the building.

"Gaah!" I screamed as I began to fall.

"No! I've got you! Just hang on!"

Out of what seemed to be some sort of reflex, the transparent, floating colt grabbed my forehooves with his own and began pulling me back up. Okay, this is weird. I must have overdosed on something and completely forgotten, because it actually seems pretty real. My heart raced to a point where it felt like it was humming as somepony who I must be seeing as this colt strained and pulled me back up to the rooftop. I wish nopony saw me try to do this and I wish they would just let go. Everypony in this town knows what I did, why are they trying to save me?

Once I was pulled back up to safety, I lay there on my back sobbing, wishing so badly that they hadn't done that and debating whether I should just get back up and try it again. Though I have nothing left to give this world, I at least owe it to this kind soul who went out of his way to save me from my own self. After a moment of laying there whimpering, I slowly got back up to my hooves to see sure enough that this whacky illusion was still there and he was sitting on the rooftop, staring at his own hooves with a shocked look on his face.

"I can...I can touch you..." The colt gasped. "You can see me and I can actually touch you! Oh man, this is great! I haven't had anypony I could talk to in a whole year! I can't believe you can...where are you going!?"

I didn't know what was going on. I have never been so scared and confused in my whole life and I just had to get out of there and go anywhere but here. I don't know what I was on and I really, truly didn't remember taking anything but I just wanted it to stop and wear off. The big clusterfuck that was my mind was not about to grant me any mercy and as I frantically descended the stairs of the building, I could see that colt, that...spectre or whatever the hell it was hot on my trail.

"Wait!" The colt cried out as he gave chase.

I had to keep repeating to myself that it was all in my head and just gallop faster. Every time I turned around though, he was still there, still floating through the air behind me. Finally, I reached the bottom floor and paused to catch my breath. Even my earth pony stamina couldn't help me with the shit that I just went through and I had to stop before my heart exploded. Much to my relief though, I turned and looked in every direction and the strange figure was nowhere to be seen. For the first time in way too long, I was actually relieved about something.

"Hey, there you are!" The colt said aloud as he just came right through the ceiling and stopped right in front of my face.

"No! This isn't real!" I sobbed as I again, started to gallop away. "You're not really there!"

"But I am! Please, just hear me out!"

I couldn't let my mind get the better of me like this. I galloped out the front doors and out to the street where I continued down the sidewalk. After another hundred or so yards, I just couldn't go any further and I just had to stop and breath. I turned around again and sure enough, he was still there just staring at me and holding his hooves in front of him, almost as if trying to calm me or something. At this point, I have no other choice.

"Wh-wha...what do you want from me?" I sobbed.

"Look, I...I know who you are..." The colt began. "...and I just saw you try to kill yourself."

"I...I just can't take it anymore! The guilt is killing me, okay!? Who the...what are you anyway!?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"You look like that colt I ran over last year, but-"

"Well, I am! Look, there's gotta be a reason this is happening!"

"But this isn't happening! You're not really there!"

"Yes I am!"

At this point, a car is coming down the road and slowing down to a stop on the curb next to me and this...illusion. If somepony sees me yelling at somepony who isn't there, it's going to make things a lot worse.

"Look, I don't even know why I'm talking to you!" I snapped back. "I'm sure I just got high on something and any minute now you'll-"

"Creampuff!?" A voice from the car at the curb called over as a bright spotlight shined on me. "What are you doing out at this hour?"

"Oh! Uh, I just couldn't sleep so I'm just going for an early morning jog, officer! Heheheh, it's a beautiful night, am I right?"

"Who are you talking to? Asked the other, both of whom were the police officers who hassled me yesterday.

"I uh...I was just...singing?"

"Uhhh...okay...are you...feeling alright?" The first officer asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Yeah! Never better!"

They weren't buying it but as a filly, I was a terrible liar which is why I quit lying as a grown mare. Some things never change. The two cops then turned to each other and began whispering amongst themselves. What they were talking about, I don't know but I might be about to find out.

"Uh, hey, Creampuff?" The officer in the driver's seat called over. "We thought we should tell you that...we're sorry about what we said yesterday."

"And we're sorry we scared you with the air horn too." Said the other.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing and at this point, I was just begging for something, anything to make sense. First, I start seeing a fucking ghost or something and now, the two police officers who harassed me just hours ago are apologizing for it. I just wish I could wrap my mind around even one of the pieces of this clusterfuck puzzle and actually be able to come up with a coherent response to what was just said to me. After a moment of babbling and struggling to put words together, I finally managed to relearn how to speak.

"Uh, hey! No worries!" I said as I slapped a stupid grin on my face. "That...that's very nice of you guys to say! Th-thanks!"

I then took a quick glance to my left to see that sure enough, Clutzy was indeed still there and he proceeded to make a rude hoof gesture at the officers before turning back to me and shrugging. It seemed that he was trying to tell me something.

"O-okay then." The officer in the passenger seat replied. "Do you uh...need a ride home?"

"Oh, no thanks, gentlecolts!" I replied politely. "It's just a couple blocks away. I'll just trot over and go to sleep now that I've used up some energy."

"Alright. Well we...hope you feel better...a-and we actually mean it this time."

With that big, stupid grin still slapped onto my face, I gave the two local officers a wave as they turned off their spotlight and drove off into the night on this dark, empty street. Once their tail lights faded away in the distance, I turned back to where I last saw Clutzy and of course he was still there. The only thing I could do at this point was to trot home, go to sleep and once I woke up, this would all be over. I knew I wasn't shaking this guy off me until I did, so the best thing I can do is ignore him and not look like a crazy pony who talks to herself.

I slowly trotted down the lamp lit sidewalk and the little ghostly figure floated right next to me as I went along, I could see him in the corner of my eye and it looked like he was trying to come up with something to say. I just wanted so badly to out trot him but the exhaustion was too great for me to go any faster than I was. After looking around a bit as if to ensure that the coast was clear, he finally initiated conversation again.

"Okay, now that nopony else is around..." He began. "...and now that I know that you can actually see me...I feel morally obligated to tell you that I never wanted any of that to happen."

I continued trotting, hoping that he would just fade away.

"Look, I think once you get back home and get some sleep, you might start thinking a little more clearly." He continued. "I just saw you try to kill yourself so...I don't feel like it's a good idea to let you out of my sight. And now that I know that my hooves don't just go right through you, I can stop you if you try aga-."

"WHY!?" I screamed as I turned back to face him. "Why would you do that!? I'm the one who killed you!"

"Keep it down! Look, a light just turned on in that house over there! Just...calm down, okay? We can talk about this."

"Wh-why...why are you being so nice to me?"

"Well, it was an accident wasn't it?"

"Of course! I would never do something so atrocious on purpose!"

"Shh! Seriously, you're gonna wake the whole town! Let's just get you home and into bed, okay? You need to sleep."

"Damn right I...I'm in need of some serious help."

I trotted the rest of the way home with this little dude floating beside me the whole way which made for a silent and awkward trot. Through the front door and up the stairs I went, very quietly and ultimately into my bedroom where I took the note I left on my bed and tossed it to the side before flopping down onto the bed. Still, this figment of my imagination floated around my room, poking at various objects that seemed to catch his interest. He seemed to be capable of making some of the smaller, lighter objects move but the larger ones, not so much. Either way, I desperately needed to sleep so I shut my eyes and cried myself into my miserable slumber as fatigue finally won the battle.

For the first time in I don't even know how long, I felt an almost unfamiliar feeling as I lay in my bed during the late morning as Celestia's sun shining through my window gently coaxed me awake; comfort. I was actually comfortable and feeling well rested as I arched my back to crack and pop it into place and looked at the clock to see that it was...ten o'clock!? I feel like such a bum for sleeping in this late! I should be downstairs helping around the house and...why do I hear my tv on and the sound of my video games playing?

"Hey, this old school stuff you got here is pretty cool!" A voice that sounded like it belonged to a young colt beamed behind me.

"Bwaa!" I yelped, startled to see that my strange dream was still not over.

I sat there on my butt, my pillow in my hooves and my back against the wall as I stared at this colt who was still there. No matter what I did, I just couldn't shake him. Very calmly, he then proceeded to push my game controller aside, switch my tv off and turn back to face me as he floated about two feet above the floor.

"Can we talk?" The colt asked, genuine concern evident in his tone.

After pausing for a moment, I simply gave a nod.

"Okay. Now, I know who you are, and you know who I am. I assume we've established at least that much, right?"

Again, I nodded.

"Good. Now, I get that you feel pretty shitty about what happened. That's all well and good but I don't feel right about somepony killing themselves in my name."

"I don't understand." I whimpered. "I'm the reason you're dead. Why are do being so kind to me?"

"We established that it was an accident, was it not?"

"R-right."

"And yes, that probably doesn't make you feel a whole lot better about it, I get it. But you should know one thing."

"W-what? What's that?"

"I don't hate you."

"But why!? You were so young! You had your entire life ahead of you and I just came and plowed you over with my car!"

"I just don't. Hate isn't something I like to let consume me so I just don't hate others. But you know, I think we should talk about why we're actually here right now."

Clutzy then proceeded to float around my room as he tapped his chin, appearing to be stuck in deep thought. At this point, I was starting to calm down and I continued watching him as he floated around and finally turned back to me to offer more of his ghostly wisdom.

"There has to be a reason that only you can see and hear me." Clutzy said. "And weather you like it or not, I'm going to use that to both our advantages here and stick around until I know you're not gonna off yourself...that and...well, you're the only one I can actually talk to...and I've kinda been floating around town like that for a year sooo...I guess I'm crashing here!"

"Look, little buddy..." I began. "Okay, I promise I won't try to kill myself."

"Nuh-uh, I'm not buying it. I wish I would've known you can see me before, because then I would have come to you sooner. You need my help and I'm going to give it to you."

I couldn't do it. I just couldn't come up with any rational response to it and I completely broke down. This little saint wants to help me even though I'm fully responsible for his untimely demise last year? My mind can't even fathom such kindness! I could do nothing but clench my teeth and sob as I clutched onto my pillow with a deathgrip. After a few seconds of crying into the pillow, I suddenly felt an odd but welcome warmth envelope my body and this time, I knew I wasn't pissing myself.

"Wow, it's been a while since I could do this!" Clutzy said as I opened my eyes and saw that he was hugging me. "You're the only one I can touch, so if you feel like you owe me, then I'll gladly oblige."

I've never seen anything like it. I thought ghosts were cold and brought chills up the spines of those who were near them but he was so warm. Maybe it has something to do with the heart of the deceased, I don't know. I'm still having a hard time believing that this is even happening but it just seems to real to brush off as something that's only confined to my own mind. As I sat on my bed, sobbing, Clutzy then suddenly flew through the closed door and out of my room. A minute or so later, he returned with a small thump on the other side of the door.

"Oof! Dammit!" Clutzy cursed before opening the door and appearing with box of tissues in his hooves. He himself can go through things but obviously if he's holding something, it's not quite as easy. "Hey, hey, it's alright. Just let it out, okay? Always made me feel better."

A half hour of nonstop sobbing went by and my tear ducts were at long last tapped dry. I'll admit, sometimes a good, long cry does help me feel better but now I've got itchy eyes and a nasty headache. Ugh, and now my jaw hurts from clenching my teeth so much. At least I do feel a little better emotionally so at this point, I'll trade physical comfort for a moment of serenity any day. With the crying out of the way, now I needed to talk with this little dude and get some things figured out. I've got loads of questions and I bet he does too. I'll admit, it's nice to have somepony to talk to, even if he's a restless spirit.

"Thank you." I whimpered.

"Don't mention it." Clutzy replied. "So hey, I've seen how ponies around town have been treating you. I don't care who you are or what you've done, nopony in the world deserves that shit."

"I...I..."

"Like I said, if I would have known that you could see me, I would have said something sooner. So look, why don't we start over and just talk, okay? Hi, I'm Clutzy Luvvie! Nice to meet you!"

"I'm...Creampuff Lime...n-nice to meet you too. You know, I gotta ask though."

"Hm?"

"How much have you seen? Like, since the day all that happened, how much about me do you know?"

"I'll be honest, I was pretty pissed at first but I saw you go into the local funeral home last year and pay your respects. That's when I stepped back and took a good look at you and realized that you're actually a really good pony. So, anything else you wanna know? I'm not going anywhere."

I had to think about that one. I just couldn't put my hoof on what to ask next save for a really stupid and unimportant question. Like he said though, he's sticking around, so I'm sure any other questions will come to me.

"What's it like?" I asked.

"What's what like?" He replied with a cocked eyebrow and a tilted head.

"Being a ghost. I've always known that they were real but now that I'm actually talking to one..."

"Oh, it's great! I mean, it's got its pros and cons, but I can listen to grown ups talk and learn all kinds of swear words, I can fly everywhere, go through stuff...Oh, and I can do this!"

Without any forewarning whatsoever, Clutzy turned around and dashed through one of the closed drawers of my dresser where I keep my sleeping panties and began rustling around in there much to my confusion. After a moment of making the dresser shake around, the drawer burst open revealing the little ghost holding one of my panties in his hooves with an ear to ear grin on his face.

"Ohohohoho, jackpot!" Clutzy beamed as he held up his prize. "You, my dear have a fine taste in feminine sleepwear!"

"You little perv!" I snapped as I at the same time tried to stifle laughter and a blush. "Get out of there!"

"Make me!"

Like a typical young colt, he then proceeded to stick his tongue out at me as he taunted me by putting another one of my panties over his head.

"Weren't you like ten or something?" I asked, immensely confused. "That's the way I'd expect a thirteen year old to act."

"Hahaha! I was an early bloomer!" Clutzy said with a laugh. "All my buddies in school were still stuck in that whole 'oooh, fillies have cooties' crap and I'm like 'hell yeah, more fillies for me'!"

I couldn't help but snicker at how this crazy kid was acting and what he was saying. I will admit, I'm grateful that ghosts can't bleed because if he were actual flesh, he'd get a bloody nose and make a mess in my room. Though he's borderline creepy with how he's sniffing my panties the way he is, I gotta give him that, he was the first pony other than my parents to make me laugh since everything happened.

"Hey, if you think this is creepy, you should hear about all these times I sneaked into mares locker rooms and showers!" Clutzy beamed.

"Pfft, okay, okay, why don't we change the subject." I said with a snicker. I gotta give him that, he's a funny little guy. It may be creepier if he were older but at his age, it's more just plain cute and harmless. "I really need to know. How's your family doing? I haven't seen them since the accident and I'm afraid to go and talk to them."

"Oh, they're doing okay now. I don't think you'd have to worry as much as you'd think. They don't hate you either but they just aren't ready. If you wanna talk to them, wait for them to come to you."

"They don't?"

"Nope, they know that's not what I would have wanted. Now, come on, it's getting close to noon and it's a beautiful day out there. Whenever I was depressed, getting some sunshine always helped me."

"I dunno, dude. You've seen how ponies around town feel about me."

"Well, you can't just sit in here all day. I'll be behind you the whole way, don't worry."

"Aw hell, you talked me into it."

Author's Note

The Image of Clutzy being...well, Clutzy, was done by my friend mix-up. From here on out, you're going to learn a lot more about the silly, panty loving ghost colt. Feel free to leave a like as to help me make that red disappear