"If we can see water but not see air because we live in a chamber of air, can fish see air?" Takahashi said, looking forward towards a deserted road, the road to his home.
Soon, he heard loud footsteps from behind. He stopped. Someone seemingly said, "I have a knife. If you turn around, I will stab you." but he still, with force turned around, only to see this was a hallucination. "WHY DIDN'T HE KILL ME!?" he screamed. Frustrated, he threw his suitcase on the ground. He picked up one of the syringes he bought home with force. "I'LL KILL MYSELF WITH THESE SYRINGES!" He pointed it towards his chest and another one towards his eye. "It's tonight we meet, hell, or maybe heaven."
Soon, he heard a childish voice, more like his childish voice crying and saying to him, "What are you thinking about!? Takahashi, you've come to this point by hard work and years of sweat. You're believed to do everything, whatever you wish."
Takahashi sighed, "Not always does everyone deserve success in their lives, sometimes they need to suffer failure." He took the syringes even closer.
The childish voice replied, "But you promised..."
Takahashi stayed still and silent for a while, then started to cry, "No, no, what ridiculous thing was I going to do? Take deep breaths. There are five days to freedom. Maybe I'll survive, maybe I'll kill myself. Either way it's freedom for me."
Thump... Thump... Thump...
Takahashi's heart starting pounding tremendously, making weird noises. He felt a touch on his shoulders as his eyes widened. He caught the old, mature voice again, this time saying, "That is no good. Science is your doom, and you can't ever escape it."
Takahashi replied to the voice, "I know you're my inner self only. But I have hope, someday would be my escape."
"Well, good luck. Maybe that someday would be your death day."
...
Day 2,
After twelve hours of work, Takahashi finally got the permission to get out of the premises. His eyes were already gray and what he desperately needed now was some sleep. Yet he suffered the crowded streets and reached a small temple, "God, I know I'd go to hell for this. But I don't want to kill anyone. I just want to be free. Please, if you can, help me. There are still four days left." He walked out of the temple, and went in straight to the narrow, deserted stretch of road which he took everyday. Then he saw it...
At a distance, a banana peel was floating lazily above a trash bin. Takahashi narrowed his eyes. He didn't believe his eyes. He walked towards it and grabbed it.
"AAAA!!" The banana peel shouted.
"WHAT THE HELL!? AREN'T YOU SCARED THAT I'M A GHOUL WHO HAS POSSESSSED A BANANA PEEL!?" The sound was dramatic, a little bit funny, and was coming directly from the banana peel, which wiggled in Takahashi's hands.
Takahashi blinked, "No. I don't believe in supernatural stuff."
"YOU HAVE TO! IT'S THE TRUTH!"
"I knew ghouls or ghosts, whatever, possessed humans and animals, not trash."
"I can explain." The peel protested. "I was able to possess a fat human, and the fat nearly chewed me to fat. So I escaped his body with extremely low ghoul energy. I'd die if I didn't possess anyone, so I ended up possessing a banana peel. I can't even have some food, otherwise people would see me. I'm so small right now that even a human touch can exorcise me."
Takahashi couldn't help but give a smirk, "WOW! Despite being a ghoul, you have good creative skills? How many marks did you get in your English exam?"
"Just leave me alone."
"Okay. I wonder why I even stopped." Takahashi walked a few steps until the ghoul interrupted him.
"No. Wait. Wait. What if you adopt me? Look at me, I'm so useful!"
"What use are you to me, piece of trash?"
"I can do whatever you want me to do."
Takahashi raised only one of his eyebrows to the point his hair started, "Then summon a giant pizza."
"It's a piece of cake for me."
"I don't know if you want a cake, just give me a pizza."
"Now come on, don't you even believe in old school slang language?"
"No."
"Whatever. But I can only make a pizza that my current power allows." The banana peel fell flat.
"Whoa! Did you just die?" Takahashi looked towards the banana peel on the ground.
"No, I exited the body of the banana. You can't see me. I'm too small right now." The voice came from somewhere on the ground, "And here's your pizza." A very small, similar to a small shirt button, cooked pizza spawned above the banana peel. Takahashi stared at it, then ate it. "Sorry, it was my limit," the ghoul apologized.
"I see. So you're a real ghoul."
"I told you!"
"Anyway, eat the apple in my suitcase. Just get visible already."
"OKAY!" The ghoul zipped inside Takahashi's new suitcase. There was a faint chewing and swelling sound until - "OPEN THE SUITCASE! I'M ENLARGING! OPE-" Takahashi's brand new work suitcase exploded like a failed chemistry practical. Injections, empty bottles, and test tubes flew everywhere. One injection hit a dog, giving it immediate PTSD. The ghoul was dragged somewhere.
Takahashi sighed, "That ghoul guy didn't even help me clear the mess. Two suitcases destroyed." But this time, his voice had a small bit of happiness.
Meanwhile, Mr. Ghoul had already slipped into a food stall and was rapidly enlarging himself by stealing bread crumbs. "Now, even if someone sees me, they can't simply exorcise me. hehehe"
He had already stolen an entire tub of bread crumbs. Then he stole a burger for his new master and flew away into the sky so no one saw him.
Takahashi and the ghoul finally met on the same road. Takahashi had cleared the spot. He looked at the enlarged ghoul, "Hmm... You're now roughly the size of a cricket ball, no, you even look like one."
"Did you think of any name for me yet?"
"Yes! Because you were found in a banana peel, let's name you Sir Slips-A-Lot."
"That's Ridiculous!"
"Ridiculous is your middle name."
"I don't have a middle name."
"Now you do."