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@sympatheticvibrations asked: “You need to work on your scare technique.”

The DILAPIDATED Anderson house is a skeleton of its former self. Graffiti and cobwebs line cracked walls. Where windows had been either opened or broken on the bottom floors, vine-like plants had weaved their way in. The basement where Kai dwelled in both while living and in the afterlife, being unsurprisingly in the WORST shape of all the other rooms in the residence.

He doesn't show himself to the newcomer who dared venture in, not yet at least. The air in the basement where she stands turns freezing cold as Kai steps closer after an attempt to scare her off by knocking over an empty beer bottle from a shelf, sending it shattering into PIECES on the floor. Sara's comment at him only further eggs on the former cult leader's rage and suddenly an invisible, ICY hand is around her throat, squeezing slowly. " Leave. " He demands in a low voice, almost an animalistic growl.

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plotted starter for @wantlonger​!

The spirit watches her from the shadows, her daily routine etched into his brain since his eyes couldn’t seem to focus on anyone else when she entered a room. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel such a strong pull from this woman? Kai never even thought about showing himself to anyone, not properly that is, of course, he’d indulge in a few scares now and again. The people who usually performed at the theater were a bunch of stuck-up pricks. It was almost amusing how much they cared when it was a goddamn community theater, not Broadway. Whenever Kai would hear whispers of his name, twisted tales of what happened before his demise, he would make sure they knew he had heard. His tormenting behavior made sure that his name invoked fear instead of morbid curiosity. 

Dolores was different. That’s why he supposed, he didn’t feel spiteful towards her. And today, that daily routine of hers changed. Instead of busying herself backstage, Kai watched her move gracefully down to the basement. When she reached the bottom of the staircase to search around the stacks of boxes, Kai quietly shut and locked the basement door. 

If he was able to still draw breath, it would’ve been taken away with anticipation. Kai was finally alone with her and could safely speak without anyone snooping in on their conversation. His mind raced as he approached her, searching for the right words to say. Kai’s mouth, however, beat his brain to the punch, “ Do you need any help? “ 

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@shevictim​ continued from here!

​He should be grateful there’s someone here who can see him and talk to him. For the most part Kai keeps to himself, limiting his interactions with the living as most were either boring or irritating. Come to think of it, he hasn’t had much in the realm of social interaction since the day he died. How long ago was that now? Apparently long enough to see his family home turn decrepit and dust-covered. There was even foliage beginning to take over the spaces near broken windows. 

However, upon Amy’s arrival, the spirit of the cult leader paces back and forth slowly like a caged animal, ready to strike if the mood suited him. His warning to her goes unbothered and he himself is all but ignored. Oh, he doesn’t like that one bit. The corner of his lip curls into a slight sneer, though he doesn’t say a thing until Amy is finished speaking. 

“ It doesn’t take much effort. Slam a few doors, mess with their flashlights, throw some things across the room and they’ll run off. People are pussies these days. “ Kai lets out a half-amused breath and observes the other. Despite his annoyance of her presence, she has intrigued him at the very least. “ So who are you? Why are you here? “

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@trailost​ liked for a spooky starter!

The house is decrepit, a shell of what it once was when Kai was yet alive to roam its halls. All seemed colorless, dreary and dark as the man that had caused the authorities to leave it to such ruin. And yet there were still visitors from time to time, looking for a cheap thrill or to satisfy their morbid desires. Not that Kai could blame them, he was similar once. There were, however, times when the spirit of the cult leader loathed the interruptions and gawking at the remnants of the life he lost. 

This was one such occasion. A female voice drifts from the basement along with a few others, the sounds like nails on a chalkboard to his ears. Seething, the ghost manifests himself into a dark shadow, walking across the floor with three heavy, angry stomps. He only stops to peer over their shoulders at the Ouija board settled right where a table used to be. Oh, good. A way to tell them to get the fuck out if they already hadn’t gotten the hint.

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@noblecide​ liked for a spooky starter!

Seeing Tate again filled the spirit with too many emotions at once. Which he felt the most, though, was always the question. His younger brother was the closest friend he’s ever truly had, he wanted him to move on. Kai wasn’t a man worth grieving over, a statement in which he can only assume Tate has been hearing multiple times. There were moments in which Kai would forget he ever took that bullet to the head, wandering around the house confused as to where his family had gone to. Then, there were of course, the moments he’d remember in vivid detail. God, he hated remembering. 

Tate was also the only one he ever allowed to look at him, everyone else entering the abandoned Anderson house would only hear things or see a glimpse of a shadow figure. If they were truly unlucky, Kai would violently run them out by knocking things around or attacking them physically. The older Anderson sibling, sporting the blue hair he’d previously shaved in life, sat at the base of the stairs to look up at the other. 

“ Hey kiddo, “ a small smile forms on Kai’s lips. Tate looked different with each visit, guess it was to be expected with the inevitable passing of time. “ About time you came to check up on your big brother. Was almost starting to think you were flaking out on me on purpose. “ 

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@shevictim​​​ continued from here!

“ I’m not afraid, “ Kai bites back, offended at the mere suggestion that a place would instill fear into him. Just for that, he takes up the lead in walking out in front of Amy; he won’t be humiliated in his damn afterlife. If anything his own family home gave him more anxiety to be near for all the terrible things he witnessed and did within its walls. Perhaps it’s a part of the reason he’s decided to join Amy in visiting her stomping grounds. He can’t imagine any other reason why other than pure boredom, she was practically insufferable in every single way. 

The ghost of the cult leader rolls his eyes and gestures around them, “ All I meant is that it’s a fuckin’ nightmare. As in what do you even do out here? Look longingly at the moon at night and watch the grass grow during the day? Wish that you weren’t such a bitch? “ 

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MCR ‘The Black Parade’ Starters

@horrorbeauti​​

Kai sat at the bottom of the basement’s staircase, hands clasped against each other as he trembled. Lila’s words only served to worsen the cult leader’s state of mind. Dead? That was impossible, he was here in his own damn house. Sure, his mind felt like it was in numb dissociation these past few days, but he’s experienced it before. Still, the thought burned in the back of his mind and brief flashes of memories; gone too quick to focus entirely, passed by as he tried to gain a sense of reality once again. 

“ You’re so full of shit, Lila, “ Kai grumbles to the other spirit. She’s been harassing and tormenting him for months, he holds no trust in her words. “ I can’t die before my mark is made upon the world. I am the divine ruler, the catalyst for the revolution--- of course I wouldn’t expect you to understand that. You never have. “ 

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Bigtop Burger Sentence Starters

@bellamortes​

What else is there to do in an afterlife when you’re vengeful and bitter? Kai’s pale fingers tightly grip the handle of a knife, staring across the ransacked room at Lila. Teeth clench together as the cult leader’s nostrils flared with anger. He wanted to rip her apart, watch the nonexistent crimson liquid in her flow and stain the carpet below. Though, it wasn’t exactly anything personal, as much as Lila had gotten on his nerves and played a hand in breaking his mental state. Kai felt like this towards any intruder that stepped foot in his family home. Lila usually puts a stop to it before the angry spirit does any fatal damage to them. 

“ Come on, don’t act like you wouldn’t love to fight me! “ The blue-haired male spat viciously. Whatever humanity Kai once had was long gone, replaced by a cold and feral beast. “ I know you can feel it too...that rage, that hate. Why don’t we do something about it? “ Kai takes a step towards Lila, looking her over for a brief moment. Then, the man lunges at his victim; swinging the blade wildly towards any inch of vulnerable flesh he can cut.

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things my boyfriend and I have said out of context, pt 4

@bloodice​

“ Well it’s a good fucking thing that I’m already dead, huh? “ Kai called out from the bottom of the staircase. Deciding to follow the other, he hurried up to her side. This was all difficult to get used to, the fact he was dead, the fact he’s seen no one else in the ghostly afterlife other than Lila. Admittedly, it made him cling on to the very person he’d wanted out of his life only a few months ago. 

“ For the record, I’m not a coward. “ The male spirit added, leaning against the banister.

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@wantlonger​ continued from here because we love to suffer

The only way to describe Kai’s afterlife was; empty. After the bullet went through his skull, it had been an instantaneous death, as if all the light in the world shut off at once. When he awoke in the basement of his house, confusion settled amid the sensation of dread and loneliness. There was no one and nothing waiting for him. No Heaven, nor Hell, just a vast stretch of the passing of unknown time with the overwhelming feeling of been trapped. Of course, he had tried escaping to speak with anyone his voice could reach, but everyone passing by the house seemed deaf to his pleading and demands. 

Strangers began rifling through the place, either taking things out or trying to prove themselves brave by stepping into a former cult leader’s home. It made him enraged, he was being treated like a joke, an insignificant part of history. The legacy he wanted so desperately to leave behind had been rejected from society. The emptiness and anger he felt was an ever-growing monster ready to strike out at any unlucky individual that entered the premises. 

For a while, things had been quiet. Kai hated the quiet, even in his days of living. But he supposed he hated too much noise as well, there was really no pleasing him. The creaking of the front door and the careful footsteps coming down the staircase was more than enough disturbance to intrigue him enough to see who it was. Oh, if he still had a beating heart, it would’ve skipped a beat when his eyes laid on Dolores. A flood of memories came back to him. How could he have forgotten her? 

Perhaps it was useless to even try to communicate with her, he hadn’t found that any other person could truly see or hear him. Regardless, the spirit moved from the shadows of the musty basement, icy cold fingers brushing through locks of brown. 

“ Don’t cry...please don’t cry...I’m here. “

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@wantlonger​ continued from here!

The ghost paced the floor of the theater basement, unable to find the strength to force himself to stay still while he listened to the other speak. Kai personally found it irritating that he still had trouble focusing even when he was dead. He tried his best to keep any stray annoyances he was feeling in check, after all, he shouldn’t be angry with her when even he didn’t believe in the paranormal before all this. Dolores wants to know the truth. Well, luckily enough Kai was in the mood to indulge her curiosities. Anything to keep her in his sights without anyone else around.

“ You want honesty? “ Kai questions, stepping once more into her personal space bubble. In such a short amount of time, this has certainly become quite the nasty habit. The blue-haired man lifted his hand, extending his pinky finger to lock around Dolores’s. “ I told you. My name is Kai Anderson. I died when I was 31, shot right in the back of the head on that goddamn stage. “ He makes a finger gun gesture on the back of his head with his free hand to make a point. “ Before all that I graduated with a degree in religious studies at college. Then I started a cult, ran for city council and won. Got thrown in prison because of a lying bitch. The rest is history. “ It was much too simplified, his voice bitter with each word that slipped past his lips. 

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|| Post-Cult Ghost Verse: Moodboard ||

/// edit by alix //

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Ghost AU Sentence Starters

@thishorror​

Kai never believed in ghosts during the thirty-two years he lived. Even to this day, Kai had a difficult time accepting the afterlife he was condemned to. He showed himself to no one that entered the abandoned house he once called home. At least, not entirely, plenty of witnesses say they’ve seen a dark apparition in the basement. Things have been thrown at people or across the room. All signs of the former cult leader’s anger and restlessness. 

To be able to be seen and heard by someone after years of being alone was like a gift. Once, he had tried searching for spirits of his family, his old friends, even his victims, but there was nothing but cold silence that greeted him in every room. Kai’s almost-black eyes stared unblinking at the other, “ Do you know who I am? “ 

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[ Big tag dump because I’m tired of naming every single thread something different and I need to update some of my older tags anyways! We getting fancy here now y’all gimmie that aesthetic. ] 

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