David ran past her and into his bedroom, bedroom door open; not that it'd have mattered. She followed after him.

"I can't... oh fuck oh fuck." He tried to grab his mouse and keyboard. No good. He desperately tried to turn off his PC next to the barely standing old wooden desk. No good. His hands phased through everything, leaving the monitor with the naked, posing succubus background in plain view.

"David," she said. "No one's going to give a shit about your background. Besides, we're dead. Who fucking cares about--"

"Not my background! My browser history! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."

She stared at her brother as he swung his hands fruitlessly at his mouse and keyboard again and again, and she laughed. She couldn't help it. The laughter ripped up through her and had her struggling to breathe -- somehow -- and she teetered back as she reached out for the door frame. And fell flat on her ass as her hand phased through it.

"Got some kinky porn you don't want the world to know about?" Okay, this was good. They were dead but they could still laugh about shit. They-- "Oh fuck my toys!"

David stopped swinging at his desk long enough to look at her before she disappeared down the tiny hall into her own bedroom and its white concrete walls. She reached for the handle for her small closet and tried to swing it open, but of course it didn't go anywhere. But, she was dead, so she stepped through the door and into the darkness of her closet.

Apparently ghosts couldn't see in pitch black, but she knew her way around her closet in the dark well enough. She'd opened it and gone digging for her toys in the dark hundreds of times. But, again, once her fingers found the big box, it was pointless. Untouchable. The box, sitting at the top of the closet, filled with all kinds of vibrators, lubricants, and very strange, very large dildos, was doomed to be found by whoever investigated their room. The whole university was going to find out she liked to fill herself with toys, frequently, most of them not based on any human penis. She was going to be the laughing stock of everyone.

She choked down her sudden urge to cry, clenched her fists, got up and out of her closet, and walked back into David's room.

David looked at her with terrified eyes. "You think... you think they'll check my internet history?"

"Guaranteed."

"Oh nooooo."

"Can't be any worse than my dildos."

"I beg to differ!"

She shook her head as she rolled her eyes. "Dave, I have a dildo that looks like it belongs on a dragon. A large one."

He shrugged. "What girl doesn't? I have so much... really fucked up hentai shit on here, you know? Not anatomically possible shit!"

There they went again, comparing who was the bigger pervert. Well, at least that was better than panicking.

"I have a double dildo that looks like two hor--you know what? Let's not do this. We're dead. And no one's reviving us. We shouldn't care about who finds our fucking porn history or sex toys."

Easier said than done. She couldn't stop picturing it, every uni student scrolling on their phone and being shocked at Mia's death, but then laughing at the reveal of her toys. Would whoever found their bodies share that information publicly? God fucking christ she hoped not.

"Fuck fuck fuck. You're sure this isn't a dream, Mia?"

She pinched herself as hard as she could. Plenty of pain, but that was all. Why the fuck did her ghost body feel pain? Being dead sucked.

"This isn't a dream."

"Fuuuuuuck."

She moved over to David's bed, ignored his nudity, almost sat down, stopped herself before she phased through it, and laid on the floor instead. She didn't care she was naked anymore. David and Mia had seen each other naked a few times growing up together, and really didn't care anyway.

"We're dead," she said.

"I know."

"We're dead."

"Evidently."

"We're... dead."

"Apparently."

She sat up and threw her arms up again. "The fuck do we do?"

"Panic?"

"We're not panicking!" Fuck, she sounded like she was panicking.

"Okay, we're not panicking. Let's... Let's confirm."

"Confirm we're dead?"

He nodded, got up, stepped over her and headed back into the kitchen. It took him a whole seven steps. She followed.

Their bodies were still there, but it wasn't them David headed toward. He took a right, stepped up to the apartment door, gulped, and walked through it. Naked. She almost yelled out to put some clothes on, but reality smacked her brain around a bit, and she groaned before following after him.

She froze as other people in the dorm walked by. Walked by, and almost directly through her. She dodged at the last second, but when someone else walked and went through David, she gave up dodging the second person. Straight through her, no sensation, nothing. They didn't look at her or her naked body, and they didn't so much as make a sound when they were literally inside her, and her inside them.

"Hello?" David said. No one reacted.

"We're dead," she said, shoulders drooping.

"Yeah... confirmed. We're dead."