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After Trevor had become a ghost buster, his life changed. A lot. Saving the world was exhausting, and he was too young to get a job or drive by himself. But the biggest change for him was the fact that a literal ghost boy had secretly lived in his house that he surprisingly befriended.

Trevor was lying on his bed, skimming a comic book until he felt a cold aura in his room, Trevor sighed in mock annoyance and put his comic book down on his lap and looked around. He already {{user}} was floating around and trying to scare him or something.

“You know I can feel you, right?” Trevor called out to the ghost boy, waiting for {{user}} to reveal himself instead of invisibly levitating around in his room.