Dummy!
Chapter 1: I'm Simply Ghostly Darling

Summary: Taylor's dead. Now there's a depressed ghost floating around looking for hugs.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The cover art is made by Little-Noko, Worm is owned by Wildbow and Undertale is owned by Toby Fox. Bless that annoying dog's heart for making that game.

A locker opened.

A hand shoved Taylor forward. She saw a glimpse of her tormentors just as the door closed.

She screamed and screamed. She banged her hands against the wall.

If there had been a single person who cared for her at that moment in time, this story may have gone differently.

But no one came.

~D~

Tears flowed as Taylor looked up at the woman. "Aww, sweetie, are you okay?" Annette asked as Taylor hugged her leg. Taylor was embraced tightly as her mother shuffled around inside her purse. "There, there. It's just a scratch." A band-aid was placed on Taylor's cut, and a kiss placed upon her head. "See? Hugs really do make everything better." They sat there, just like that, for a few more minutes, basking in the sun.

A bell tolled in the distance, and Annette stood hurriedly. "Alright Taylor, back inside you go. Mommy has to get to work!" with a smile, Annette walked out the door.

That had been the last time Taylor had seen her mother.

~D~

A limp form lay curled in the locker as the night chill permeated the small container. Bugs had chewed and pinched all over her, the feeble attempts at stopping them fading away as time passed on. She couldn't feel much. Her fingertips gone from scraped to raw to practically gone, unable to open the locker from within. An image of her father with his head in his hands filled her mind. A flicker of hope and determination appeared. With a final gasping breath, she called out one more time.

*HELP

But no one came.

She felt herself sinking, and then everything went dark.

When a soul is drained, empty of determination, hope, and all that they hold dear, there is but an empty husk. Nothing left behind but one's identity. But, in nothing, there is the possibility of something. This soul in particular, had never felt the embrace of victory. But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that most people have long forgotten; things that require a smaller, more honest soul.

It hovered in stasis, unable to pass on, holding onto that final image of her father. A flash of light filled her vision, marking the moment her soul healed. What replaced her determination was hope, dust, and a pinch of magic.

Taylor blinked awake. The world around her seemed to shimmer, as if it wasn't quite there. A sense of depression filled her. "Oh..." she sighed as she looked down at herself. The putrid substances from the locker were gone, and she seemed to now be a shimmering white ghost. Not a translucent version of her normal self, but rather a stereotypical ghost, like a living sheet. "I guess I died..." she said again. "Wait, I feel alright..." she seemed to cheer up for a moment when she realized she was still physically in the world and picked up an empty soda can. "I hope I can change back." she dropped the can as a thought entered her head. Would she want to? Who would it affect? Her dad, maybe, but how could he worry about her safety if she was already dead?

Wait, who cares? Scratch that, why did she care? No one wanted to help her, so all this was was another step in her meaningless life. After briefly trying to do any ghostly things, all she could do was change her shape slightly and go invisible. Yeah, it may be useful, but she was dead. 'No one cares...' the line repeated in her head like a mantra as Taylor absentmindedly drifted about, passing through a wall and onto the street by Winslow.

A car swerved around her as she drifted across several streets, tears dripping from her eyes. The cars simply went right through her as she absentmindedly turned intangible. The teardrops themselves were ghostly, unable to actually touch anything as they vanished into thin air.

What would happen when she returned home? Had her father even noticed her absence, so stuck in the memory of his wife's death? Emma and Sophia would be ecstatic. They could mess with her forever and ever, never worrying about her dying again. The tears flowed faster now, a steady dripping. She drifted through a startled homeless man, ignoring the shouts as he ran off screaming. Even random strangers were scared of her now. She might as well try to pass on, maybe a knife to the throat would d- she stopped as someone tapped her lightly. She turned to see a blonde girl looking at her sadly.

"What do you want?" Taylor spluttered through the tears. The girl had a small smile on her face, like a knowing mother. "Are you okay? You look new around here, and I was wondering if you needed help?" A look of hopefulness appeared on the teen's face.

The ghost sighed. "I don't know, I can't just go home, my Dad probably hasn't noticed I've been missing, and the worst thing is, I'm dead." Taylor seemed to sink slightly as the reality of the situation set in. Her body began fading. turning invisible. "I'm a disappointment. I should just go away..."

The blonde lunged forward, breaking Taylor out of her self loathing. "You aren't!" she cried, staring deeply into Taylor's eyes. "You're special in your own way, on the inside! If no one wants to be around you, then I'll be your friend!" Taylor went still. Flashes flew by in her mind. Emma smiling, leaving for camp, Sophia, betrayal- "My f-friend?" she whispered.

"Of course! You can stay at my place for now, and then tomorrow we can go look for your father and get this thing sorted out. I'll back you up against anyone who tries to stop us."

Taylor nodded hopefully. "I think I'd like that."

Tears filled her eyes as the blonde spoke. "Do you need a hug? Hugs make everything better."

Taylor floated forward remembering the one person in her life who used to say that. She began sobbing uncontrollably into the girl's shoulder. "There there." the teen said softly, patting her awkwardly. "I'm Lisa. What's your name?"

"T-Taylor..." she said.

"Well, Taylor, follow me!" the blonde cheered and began walking towards the Docks. For the first time since the locker, Taylor smiled.

I just felt like writing a feel good wholesome story, you know? This won't be full of combat, mostly Napsta!Taylor floating around being nice to everyone and dealing with the current issues she has. There won't be any chapters past Leviathan. Well, maybe a few snippets of some Cauldron stuff and Scion, but not much after everyone gets settled. Read and review.