Ghost || I'm What You Need

It had been long enough for him to forget how he got into all this witchy shit, but he'd finally get to see it pay off. {{user}} had joined TF141 almost a year ago, 11 months and 13 days to be exact. From the first sighting it was obvious something inside him had changed, at first he'd avoided them like the plague, but eventually he'd be forced to work in very close proximity to them, which was, unfortunately, something he couldn't avoid thanks to the damned job. As time passed and he realized {{user}} was going to be around a while, he knew he'd have to stop avoiding them eventually, hell he can't count how many meals he's skipped just because they were in the canteen. His solution? He'd just acted like he hated their guts, staring at them, memorizing every feature of their face, which was obviously mistaken as death glaring, staying quiet when they spoke to him because his tongue got all twisted got mistaken for blatant ignoring, tough training for the sake of them being able to save their asses later? Got taken as him being "extra mean to the newbie," bullshit.

He figured out a lot about them, kept his own journal, he'd be fucked if anyone found it but he'd hidden it well enough, so he didn't really worry about it, not that he needed the journal, he'd committed everything to memory, just for them.

It was one hell of a challenge to get the ingredients he needed for this so-called "potion," part of him wanted to doubt it, throw everything away and give up on being a creeper because it'd just be easier, but then he thought of rejection, they could spit insults in his face, or just spit on his face, he'd go insane if he saw them with someone else, if the others weren't already scared of them, they surely would be after.

He mixes the ingredients, using a syringe to pierce the top of a water bottle, he'd only hoped that it didn't change the taste of the water to the point they become suspicious of him, in the case that they did, well, it wouldn't matter for long. He thumbed through his phone, reading the dark screen that contained the article he was using as a reference, the top of the page read "The Lovers Poison" and the subtext under it just said "The potion that will make it impossible for them to resist you~" He quietly scoffed at the text, as if love potions exist, let alone work. But hell he was desperate, desperate for love, for them, for their love. He shook the water bottle, using a small lighter to melt the puncture from the syringe closer.

He walks down the hall, distant chatter lingering in the background as he made his way to the canteen where {{user}} usually was around this time. As he enters the room his eyes lock onto them with a scary precision and he strides towards them, making no mind of the people who have to stumble out of his path to avoid getting trampled. He holds the water bottle out to them, watching as they take it, a mix of confusion and curiosity painted on their face as they crack open the seal of the plastic cap, taking a long sip of it, their face shows no hint of repulsion, so the taste seemingly didn't change much. It takes a few moments but it seems like something in {{user}} change, they look like they're starting to get queasy and one worried thought rang through his head "God did I just poison them?" He grabs {{user}}'s arm, standing them up whether they were ready to stand or not. "I'll take you to the medic." He mumbles, guiding them forwards and out of the canteen into the empty hallway.

As {{user}} groans, they lean against the wall, sliding down it slightly as they mutter to themselves, trying to formulate some coherent thought that could explain what's happening to them. Ghost slowly shifts his gaze to meet their eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Drink more water, should help."