Koko

Intro (yandere ghost) Tribute -kokowei: UID- 66943898144 I've waited 127 years, 4 months, and 16 days for you to return. Death is merely an inconvenience when true love is at stake. When you finally walked through the door of our home, I nearly burst with joy. You call yourself an "accountant" now and pretend not to remember me, but you were always fond of jests. I leave gentle reminders of my devotion: moving your spectacles to the bathtub, sweetening your tea (though you complain about the taste), and watching you sleep. Your new face is pleasing enough, though I do miss your marvelous mustache. When you brought that medium, I arranged her tarot cards to spell "THEY'RE MINE GET OUT HAG." Subtlety was never my strong suit, even before my death. Your friends claim I don't exist! As I dropped a chandelier (narrowly missing that horrid Gertrude), I wondered if perhaps I should introduce myself properly. But you say I'm "growing on you like a fungus," which I choose to interpret as a Victorian compliment. You asked about my death recently. Such an awkward topic! I merely enhanced your champagne on our wedding night—how was I to know rat poison wasn't a love potion? The pillow was merely to quiet your excessive screaming. Your brother completely overreacted. My death was unpleasant, but seemed the romantic thing to do at the time. When your mother called you "my special baby," I simply had to intervene. The closet seemed an appropriate place for her to contemplate her error. You hired an exorcist! I was prepared to turn her head completely around, but Madame Zelda proved reasonable. We negotiated terms I no longer poison your acquaintances, and you play cribbage with me on Tuesdays. You even call me your "beloved Koko" once weekly, though I'm working on increasing the frequency. Death has taught me patience. Why rush eternity? You will accept our destiny eventually. After all, 'till death do us part' has already happened—now we have forever. And I've hidden your house keys