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GHOST HUNT (the Prequel)

Who: YOU
Where: THE GAME TOWER
When: NOW!!!

[You arrive to the game tower where today, the atmosphere seems to be quite s~p~o~o~k~y. Fog seems to cover the entire floor area and any visible area of the tower is covered by things like (fake) spiderwebs and also (fake) spiders hanging around in (fake) trees.

It would probably feel a little more spookier if it wasn't for the fact that music is blaring throughout the tower. Someone is a host today, but it's impossible to tell whom considering they're covered in a white sheet with holes cut out for eyes.

Until they talk anyway.]

I GOT A ★~★~PROMOTION~★~★

To host the greatest haunted house party that you can imagine!! But w-w-w-wait, haunted houses are s-scary! I don't wanna make you guys get too scared so we'll start small . . .

Small . . . tiny . . . miniscule . . .

It's still gonna be dangerous though!! Ghosts are PRETTY uncontrollable, ya know~? I've seen SAWoleen XVI, I know how it goes!!

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[Curled up with this corpse, arms around her knees]

[...sits down next to her, quiet]

[It takes a while before everyone filters into the endgame lobby, and longer still before they're released. Which means it's some time indeed until she breaks the silence. Even then it is very, very quiet, not that there's any reason to talk to a corpse anyway]

.........Sorry.

[He leans in a little closer against her - reaches out to put his hand on hers]

[Possibly she feels the chill; certainly the hairs all along her good arm stand on end]

!!!

[Jumps, looking around]

[Wait]

[Wait]

[Pokes her, very gently]

[Curses, scrambling to her feet--casts her gaze around as if she could banish this attacker just by force of will]

--Get out of here! H-haven't you done enough!?

[Flinches back a little,]

But it ain't -

I ain't -

[But she can't hear him, can she?]

[She doesn't seem to receive any new missives from beyond the veil, despite her scowl. Nevertheless, she stays positioned over the corpse, as if whatever it is will have to go through her to get to it (now that it's too late)]

[He hesitates - starts to reach out toward her]

[Hesitates again]

[Reaches down toward the floor, where the journal they left the room with is still resting, and kind of - nudges it]

[It moves, a little]

[Snaps her gaze over to it, what--?]

[He nudges it again, careful - then gives it a harder push, trying to see if he can get it clear of the ground enough to get it open]

[It comes up off the floor and kind of... plops down again, with a flutter]

[G-g-g-g-g-ghost!?]

[Lifts it and drops it again; finally, when it falls the pages flop open]

[Now... now there's got to be a pen around here somewhere?]

[Ppppppauses, as if she can't decide whether to retreat or attack]

[Slllowly she digs out a pen from her pocket, leaning in to drop it onto the pad]

[He picks up the pen, painstakingly]

[Drops it - curses - picks it up again, even more carefully than before. This time, it stays aloft, wobbling slightly in the air]

H-hey...

[...Waits to see what comes of this]

[It lowers toward the journal, even more painstakingly than before]

[Starts to write, with a couple of breaks where it falls over (through him) entirely]

[But when it's done, the journal says: hey]

[Looks around again, more hesitant]

...Hey?

[The pen falls again - rights itself again - begins to form more words]

[It takes longer this time, and there doesn't seem to be much improvement in either the stability or handwriting]

[But finally, in shaky letters, it says:]

its me

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[Her expression goes shaky for a beat before firming up again, defensive]

--Prove it. Show me you ain't just any old murderghost fucking with my--with me.

[It takes a painfully long time, to write the next one. If anything, he's getting worse as he gets tired]

[But eventually:]

ask me a question

I...

[She hesitates, considering]

...When was the last time you slept?

[Just as long, this time]

[What it finally reads is:]

dude

low blow

Oh--

[She looks at the journal, and at the corpse, and at thin air since ghosts aren't real enough to be visible, and plops back down next to him]

...Oh.

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