by Fox_Chop
"Welcome to Afterline Call Center! Are you a medium trying to get in contact with your client's recently deceased, a little predigest, smoker grandmother? A ghost that needs directions to the nearest portal to the underworld? Perhaps a demon looking for work? Well, give us a call at 1-800-GHOST now!" These are the words that landed Timothy in his job. At first he was like every new soul: bright-eyed, a little terrified from learning the cosmic horrors of the universe. Then, a hundred years pass. He's left behind in the reincarnation line and income bracket. The only way to move up is to train a new hire to be his boss. The problem with that is the new hire is irrevocably stupid, tooth rotting sweet, and undeniably hot.
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