[MEME] OH NO A GHOST

[wolfintheattic]

OKAY LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.
I wanna play a ghost. Below are some prompts.
I'm not super picky about setting or 'verse.

A- Your character is a paranormal investigator, an obnoxious tv show host, or is otherwise exploring an area that is said to be haunted for whatever reason. Maybe it's a dare.

B- My character's ghost just SHOWS UP in your character's home. Did your character buy some haunted shit off ebay? Maybe my character died nearby or was summoned via Ouija board by some stupid teenagers at that party you hosted last month. Either way, you got yourself a haunted house now. Congrats.

C- Your character is also a ghost. Maybe they died together. Maybe my character is new to this whole being dead thing and yours shows them the ghostly ropes. Maybe it's the other way around. Either way, ghost adventures are had. _{Not currently looking for new PLSs with this plot!}

D- Your character is a necromancer-type-person and has summoned mine's spirit to do their bidding.

E- Your character is an exorcist and is here to shoo mine out of their current haunt or otherwise help them move on.

F- Our characters are friends. Mine died and has returned to hang out/help/finish some business with yours.

G- Your character moves into the house mine is currently haunting. EXCUSE U.

H- POSSESSION. It happened somehow.

IF A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO MEET IS MISSING, LET ME KNOW.

Comments

[neighborofthebeast]

<sub>[Roman's ears are still ringing from the impact. The cold boy's tune is the first thing that isn't screeching metal that actually makes it into his thoughts and he snaps out of...whatever he'd been thinking about before.]

[He's on a road. A road in the woods and something horrible has just happened, he knows it, he feels it in the air but...what?]

[Obviously the most logical thing to do is to approach the hobo boy digging around in what's left of a truck. Roman isn't a shy person at all, but he can't help but feel stupid as he approaches, his ghostly flipflops slapping on the concrete through rain puddles and pools of something much thicker and darker.]</sub>

Hey...hey, uh...

[chillywhispers]

[aww yiss. Blood. THAT was what he was looking for. If it was fresh, maybe there was...

Aha... He dips his clawed finger in it, and the blood freezes solid for a few seconds, before melting. And it seems... different than before. He'd taken something from it. Taken it into himself.]

Oh. You.

[he turns (his neck, too far, too much rotation. Surely it was an illusion from the scarf) to look at Roman]

You're in pieces.

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[Roman freezes on the spot. What is this guy doing? He looked around his age...was he one of the art kids? This seemed like something they'd be doing...wait what?]}

...What?

_{[He feels light-headed and the wrongness keeps squeezing in around him. That same wrongness you get when you go into the wrong bathroom.]}

Are you from the school?

_{[It's just down the road on the other side of the trees.]}

[chillywhispers]

[Oh you know. Just creeping.

Ah, the wrongness. It goes away. Eventually. Once someone accepts what has happened. It takes longer for some]

Schoooooolll~? No school. Not from... here...

[The boy stands up and then... flickers out of existence. Like a videotape skipping. He record-skips a few more times, getting closer... then right in JW's face. Frozen over eyes. Frosted hair. Pale skin with dark veins. Something was wrong with him. The same wrongness of the atmosphere]

[neighborofthebeast]

<sub>[Roman, who up until about five minutes ago, knew absolutely nothing about the paranormal outright hollers when the weird boy jitters in front of him. He falls and cringes, bracing for the impact of his ass on asphalt...but it doesn't come.]

[Instead he's just drifting backwards.]</sub>

Who are--WHAT are you!?

[chillywhispers]

[he laughs. The laughter echoes around the scene, drowning out the sirens despite sounding like whispers.]

I'm an Eddy. The Eddy. Eddy.

[neighborofthebeast]

Yeah okay WHATEVER, Beetlejuice, I'm out of here!

_{[Roman turns to make a run for it and just kind of...does a stupid little flip and hovers there. His glasses don't even fall off.]}

AaaaAAAAAAHH! What the fuck put me down!

_{[Obviously this is Eddy's doing.]}

[chillywhispers]

What is a beetle juice...

[that was a little after his time. He would have loved that movie. Maybe he should find it. He watches the newly fledged ghost float away]

I didn't do it. You're doing it. So stop doing it if you don't like it.

[neighborofthebeast]

I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!

_{[He flails and kicks managing to move forward a few feet. It's like moving through...not water. Pudding? Invisible pudding. It's awful and he hates it.]}

Get away from me!

_{[What was that horrible wailing sound?]}

[chillywhispers]

[Wailing? Oh, you know. This, that, or the other. Sirens? Someone crying? Eddy doesn't pay much attention to the physical plane when there's something to amuse him in this one.

As he paddles away, Eddy doesn't follow. Just watches with a small, unsettling smile]

You are bad at this.... I guess it's to be... expected. I was... bad too.

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[He can't believe this guy!]}

Bad at WHAT!

...

LOOK OUT!

_{[An ambulance comes screaming onto the scene.]}

[chillywhispers]

Bad at--

[his voice is drowned out by the ambulance, which hits him square. His bones snap, his guts fly, his-- wait.

Nothing actually happened.

The ambulance passed right through him, distorting his image like smoke. He reforms. He watches the vehicle come to a screeching stop, tilts his head as the EMTs get out and get to work]

... Ah... They'll find out... heehehe. They weren't quick enough! No no... not their fault. Too much damage. It wouldn't have mattered... if they were here.... right away.

[neighborofthebeast]

<sub>[The ambulance barrels through Roman as well and the force is enough to flip him right-side-up again. By the time his image clears, his eyes are huge. He turns on the spot to watch the people in uniform and the shouting. He's not a stupid kid, but it really was an awful lot to process.]

[But now it's finished rendering. Roman rounds on Eddy and clenches his fists.]</sub>

Stop laughing!

[chillywhispers]

[Eddy watches as well, lying on his back in midair, lounging, his legs crossed and his hands behind his head. So interesting! Look at them try and shock! There's nothing. There's no pull. There's no saving this one.

He snickers, looking from the scene to the new ghost]

Or you'll do what~?

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[If Roman had been able to feel anything but cold, his face would be burning up.]}

I'LL SHOW YOU!

_{[Cue a lot of really awkward, violent dog paddling as Roman tries with EVERY FIBER OF HIS BEING to get to Eddy and punch him in his ghost face with his ghost fist.]}

[chillywhispers]

[oh man. That's just.... it's precious. Eddy laughs and laughs and laughs, rolling over midair. Tears of mirth (or the idea of tears at least) form at the edges of his eyes and freeze there.

Then he abruptly stops and his scarf billows in a non-existent breeze. That breeze immediately comes into existence, at least on this plane. It blows against Roman, frigid and dark, until it becomes a literal force, flinging him back]

You... aren't even worth eating... yet.

[neighborofthebeast]

<sub>[Almost! Almost! He's almost within reach of one of Eddy's arms. And then the chilly hurricane comes and Roman goes tumbling backwards like a leaf, on past the grizzly scene with the flashing lights and the blood splatters. It's then that he actually gets a good look at what used to be him.]

[If he had a stomach, it would have clenched. Good thing ghosts can't barf. The scene is horrible, but what Eddy says is almost just as bad! He whips his head around to stare, owl-eyed at the other boy.]</sub>[There are CANNIBAL GHOSTS? Everything is happening so much. Welp. This is once place Roman decides he doesn't want to be. It's time to run. Or something like running. Roman half jogs, half swims on past the carnage into the trees. Oh, God, he has no idea what he's doing h e l p.]

[chillywhispers]

[Well, it's not eat so much as absorb. But eating was close enough.

Wow, you are so bad at this, Roman. Eddy floats after him at a leisurely pace]

Why are you swimming? Just move. You're very bad at this... I will help you learn. And then I will eat you.

[because incompetent ghosts don't taste good]

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[Roman wasn't treated to a cinematic retelling of his life's story when he died. No, he got the JAWS theme.]}

I don't want anything from you! Leave me alone!

_{[Aaaand he's upside down again.]}

[chillywhispers]

[Hey, you win some, you lose some. And now you have a cannibal senpai.

He reminds Eddy of those videos of astronauts in space, spinning helplessly in zero gravity. It was very much like that. Yes.

He circles Roman for a moment before nudging him back into an upright position]

Floating is fine... but you should do it better....

[neighborofthebeast]

<sub>[He's not fast enough to keep up with Eddy as he circles him, very much like a shark. His...teeth sort of look like a shark too.]

[That settles it. Eddy's name is Jaws now.]

[Suddenly the world rights itself. He flings his arms out and rows them in place until he grows steady again. Okay. Okay, he could adapt to this. He's always been adaptable. Plus he has a..........guide........]

[He's so going to get eaten.]</sub>

Uh. Thanks...I guess. Sorry, everything's happening so much. Am I really dead? Are we dead?

[chillywhispers]

[he likes that movie. He will accept this nickname.

In return, you are Roadkill. Hello Roadkill.]

I am dead. You are... [he looks at the mess that used to be Roman] Also dead. Very messy dead. Sad for your parents... very sad.

[neighborofthebeast]

<sub>[--his parents! Oh God no his parents!]

[That does it. That pulls out the cork. Roman's eyes well up with ecto-tears and he promptly loses his shit.]</sub>

[chillywhispers]

[hahaaaaa. His parents... Eddy's parents, he remembers them. They died too. The same night. With the same gun, by the same hand. It was many many years ago but he'll never forget.

He... actually understands this sadness. He's not a comforter, but he does give him distance]

They will be sad... then they will move on... everyone dies.

[neighborofthebeast]

<sub>[AND SO.]

[Roman has himself a good long cry about the unfairness of what has happened to him. And what could possibly continue to happen considering all the unnerving things Eddy's been saying. Eventually his sobs slow to miserable hiccups and then there are no tears at all. The only people left at the scene are those cleaning the road.]</sub>

This sucks. I was gonna be a math t-teacher.