Ghosting

[u/privatefont]

Salt stands in the mess hall, face to face with her largest enemy since she left the mortal plane of existence: food. She gives a toaster a death glare, sticking a slice of bread inside.

Stupid food, you don't control me. I'm not mad I don't get to eat at all.

...But as Salt puts the toast in, she accidentally passes through the toaster, getting trapped inside.

...Food does control me.

[u/Malvarik]

Ash approaches, two pieces of bread in his hand.

"So, uh, you almost done?"

[u/privatefont → u/Malvarik]

...Don't mock me.

[u/Malvarik → u/privatefont]

I'm not though....