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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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[The writing is getting slower, as though it's becoming more difficult with him, but eventually he manages:]

it aint ur fault

[An underline appears beneath "ain't"]

[More silence. Then:]

...If you only go so much ghost strength, don't waste it.

Edited 2021-09-06 22:55 (UTC)

[Another couple of underlines, for good measure]

[Sorry, too busy huddling up into her knees to read ghost notes. Maybe the game will eventually end at least]

[That doesn't stop him from getting a good half a page in, painstakingly, with a great deal of trial and failure, before he realizes she isn't looking and probably doesn't plan to]

[The pen wobbles again and falls, mid-word, and this time he doesn't bother to pick it up]

Edited 2021-09-07 00:27 (UTC)

[Sorry bud, just gotta hang out with thoughts and corpse for a while]

[That while approximately lasting until somebody moves corpse, honestly, unless something more spoopy than ghost writer interrupts]

[Possibly there is ghost speech going on, too, but of course she can't hear it]

[It goes on for a long while, honestly; he has plenty of practice talking to people who can't see or hear him. And if perhaps it edges over into desperate after a while, well - he has plenty of practice at that, too]

[It's probably fine]

[Probably!]

[For her part, she stays with her face buried in her knees, shoulders sagging]

[He stops trying, eventually]

[His face isn't hidden by anything, but that's probably fine, too. No one can see it, anyway, to tell if the cheeks are wet]

[Eventually, though, almost tentative, a cold spot comes to settle beside her]

[She shivers, but eventually leans into the cold spot, careful]

Edited 2021-09-07 04:18 (UTC)

[It spreads over her side, as though leaning carefully in]

[Relaxes, slow]

...Sorry.

[The cold shifts, a little - closes over her hand, and grows briefly more intense]

[Another shiver, and she moves her hand to rest more to her side, as if someone could hold it with her, rather than her sitting alone between a cold spot and a dead body.

She opens her mouth as if to say something else, but just shuts her mouth instead, leaning more into the chill]

[The cold spot stays there, on her hand - settles in more firmly against her side]

[At length, that prickling shift of temperature brushes against her forehead, briefly, and her temples - flutters against her hair, as though an invisible breeze]

[This time when she shivers she doesn't try to pull away]

[Eventually, gruff]

...You could go haunt somebody more interesting, if you wanted...I'd understand. Won't let nobody loot your corpse or do nothing inappropriate.

[Her voice stays both audible and even, mostly, which she counts as a success]

[The cold spot does not make any move to withdraw. That chill breeze over her hair remains, a light flutter that brushes a few stray strands into her face]

I mean. Should be able to fly, or possess stuff... No reason to be stuck here.

[There is a shift, at that - a slight withdrawal]

[And then the sense of chill surrounds her, on all sides, as though folding her into an embrace]

Oh--

[She ducks her head; chill or no, her ears go very warm]

...That's not fair.

[Fair or not, it stays where it is; that light breeze flutters over her back, this time]

[She stays where she is too; not that she is particularly interested in busting this particular ghost in the first place. She does splay her fingers some, in case she can feel the spirit as it were]

[The cold grows more intense over her hand, again - stays there, focused]

[She makes a soft noise--flips her hand palm up instead, as if open for someone to hold]

[It doesn't feel like a hand, really; it's not solid enough for that]

[But the cold spot comes to settle there in her palm]

Re: End Game

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Re: End Game

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