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tuliptired · 7 months ago

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Hey! If you don’t have much stuff to write I just had a fun scenario I would like to see.

I’ve had the idea of all the Ghostbusters interacting with an almost friendly ghost.

Like, the reader, is a ghost who haunts the old fire department and, for some reason, the busters can’t get rid of them.

But they aren’t a bad ghost. Do they cause a little mayhem? Yeah, but they don’t harm people.

Maybe everyone is a little weary because, let’s face it, they’ve all been through some stuff and expect a possible negative outcome.

… that’s all! Thanks lovely!

You Don't Hear what I'm Saying (Do You?)

Pairing: Ghostbusters & Ghost!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death

90% sure this gif is from frozen empire but haiiii

Better formatting on Ao3!!

Your last moments were, funnily enough, the foggiest in your memory. You always remember the parade running through the streets for a new mayor, generally just a reason to be jovial for a while. You can remember the rain falling from the sky, sending everyone inside for a minute, and you can remember the firehouse you took refuge in. What you can never recall is why exactly you woke up, presumably weeks later, with a splitting headache and no tangible body.

When you got over the shock over your new form, it was hard to come to terms with dying, to know that you inadvertently left everything behind without ever meaning to. Death always seemed so far away to you, as the thrill of the Progressive Era lingered in the air. It was even harder, to know that you’d never be able to leave the confines of the building you passed in. True, you had all the time in the world to explore, or test out your new abilities as a spirit, but it just made you even sadder, to disturb these hardworking men and be reminded of their livelihoods as they served the city. So you slept, invisible to the world and for as long as you wanted to escape thoughts of hopelessness.

Ghost-sleep wasn’t the same, though, not nearly as satisfying as sleep when you were flesh and blood. It was more like suspending yourself in a different state of matter for a while- something you would have never understood until you actually felt it. You didn’t want anything to do with anyone anymore, tucking yourself into the farthest and darkest corners and letting yourself stay dormant for years upon years. After a while, you’d be brought back to consciousness by a dull and throbbing pain in your head, forcing you back “awake”. Time had managed to slip your grasp, the firehouse eventually defunct and destitute in only a matter of time, its rundown interior only giving you more motivation to hide away from it all. In the simplest of words: you were in a neverending state of loneliness.

“I’ll be one minute!” Ray called over his shoulder. He went up the steps of the firehouse, until he was at the seldom used third floor. This place needed a good sweep, maybe a dusting, but that could wait. He had something much cooler in mind.

Ray moved a creaky shelf, looking around for a quick second before he did. “Are you here? You can come out now,” he stage-whispered.

You materialized behind him instead, smiling shyly as you peeked out from the shelving. He was so, so lucky. A ghost! Living in his attic! Technically, the attic of his ghost extermination service, but the little details didn’t matter much.

Not long ago, he was up here to stuff some of Peter’s junk in the tiny bit of storage they had. A chill ran up his spine after dumping it, hair standing up on end. There was no way, right? He scanned the room silently, not daring to breathe or move too hard or too fast. His hopes rose.

Ray swallowed. “Any ghosts up here, come out so I can see you.” No answer. “...we can play a game.”

Still nothing but the sounds of the air conditioning. His posture dropped in defeat- it was wishful thinking, anyway. Ray turned to leave, before he was willed to spin around. Another chill, one that ran down to his bones, racked him, eyes bulging wide as the figure of an early 20th century spirit appeared before him at will.

You didn’t attack him, or wreck the room. You just stood there, blinking occasionally, looking just as freaked out as he was. You were a ghostbuster, Ray! You’ve seen ghosts!

He snapped out of his stupor. “Oh yeah! The game!” He stared at you for a few more seconds, before scouring the room for something. To be fair, he didn’t really have a plan. Ray just thought it’d be pretty cool to have a ghost friend around- who wasn’t Slimer. And now he’s got one! Maybe. He emerged with a little ball, wondering why the hell four grown men owned one. He set himself up for catch, watching as you hesitantly raised your hands.

It fell right through you. Obviously.

Since then, through trial and error, you both compiled information about yourself. For one, you couldn’t talk- at least not much. He’d have to look into that, but it could be something you’d just have to relearn. Secondly, your control over physical objects seemed touch and go. You could interact with some things, but not others- and he suspected that it had something to do with the material’s age relative to your own. You could travel freely, fortunate for you and troublesome for him. Ray had a new experiment this time, one he thinks you’d like.

“You’re from 1902? 1904?” Ray asked, zipping open up a cloth bag that hung around his neck. You put your shoulders up- understandable, you’d been dead for a long time and out of commission for a while. “Well, have you ever had your picture taken?”

He watched as you eyed the Fujifilm in his hands curiously. You shook your head, gazing down at it like it was an object of a folktale. You nearly reached out to touch it, amazement making you forget your current predicament.

He smiled at your wonder. “Do you want one?”

Ray laughed as you nodded wildly, adjusting the phantom clothes that died along with you. You picked a spot that was freer from clutter- near the lab and sitting area, and tried to channel the portraits of dignitaries and upper class families that you only ever dreamed of being a part of.

With a few quick snaps, the best one printed, and it was only a matter of waiting until it would develop. You were impatient- surprised at how quick it took to manifest but annoyed at the dark square that became clearer at only a snail's pace.

“You gotta be patient,” he teased you, protecting the delicate film. “You’re just like Egon.” Your expression dropped, and Ray let up slightly. He felt bad, accidently bringing up his friends like this. The friends that you weren’t allowed to meet, otherwise they’d trap you almost immediately. “They’ll come around. Just give me some time,” Ray promised with a small smile.

You nodded, seeming to understand. Ray’s short gasp tore you from your melancholy, showing you the now developed photo between two fingers. “Look at that,” he said softly, grinning as you inspected it. If he was right, it had to have been decades since you had seen your own face.

“Ray!” a voice called from far below, impatient. He clicked his tongue, carefully leaving you with the photo where you could see it without having to move anything. As he reached for the doorknob, the room was shroud in darkness before illuminating again. You stood proudly, if not a bit coy, flicking the electricity on and off with pure physic energy a few more times.

Ray beamed. “Hey! You learned lights!”

Another quiet day. You counted the front door opening and closing twice from your spot upstairs- Winston lets the door drag, you learned, and Ray lets it slam. That left Janine, the woman you always hear at the very front desk, and Egon, the man you’ve seldom heard any noise from. According to Ray, he’s been spending more time in the lab than anything. Peter, the one with short footsteps, typically sleeps during these drags in the day, especially after a long night like the kind they had prior. It felt oddly comfortable, to familiarize yourself with their routines, though you had no idea what they looked like. How much could you learn about someone, when you observe them without eyes?

You could tell how sunny it was outside, growing jealous that they could soak up the warmth of the world while you were stuck at the top floor with very little natural lighting. Ray would understand, right? One quick trip couldn’t hurt. Everyone was too preoccupied with their midday activities, and if they did happen to see you, you’d scramble back to safety and just deny.

The sliver of light streaming in from the large window in the hallway felt lovely. You feel things differently, when you’re only a soul. There was almost a hypnotic property in the way you were able to bask in the wake of dancing dust, floating along the beam, and you swore your vapors were growing more and more vivid. Thank goodness someone left the drapes open- they’d simply passed through your fingers. Your senses, however, heighten when you’re a ghost. You could tell someone was watching you, and when you turned, it was a resident of the firehouse, disheveled from sleep and pointing one of those vacuum-wand-gun things Ray had tried explaining to you.

Instincts carry you to the safest point of escape. You could hear the man shouting into the vent, probably on the edge of his toes, the presumed image amusing you.

“You’re in the walls?” He hollered incredulously, voice bouncing off the metal. “Not fair.” When you never answered, he stormed off, short footsteps growing further and further away, before pittering back. “Stay off the second floor. Egon’ll see you.”

Winston had the hood of their vehicle propped open, doubled over into it and covered in dark oil. Ray was in bed, sleeping just like Peter was that one day after loud alarms and wailing sirens called them out to a job late that night. You had paid his snoring form a quick visit, but now you just watched Winston, no meddlesome plan in mind as the large white car intimidated you a tad. He shivered, dirty hands running across the length of goosebumped arms before he went back to work.

“I know you’re there.”

You blinked, slowly becoming visibly as he continued to crank a wrench around the soiled engine. “Ray’s terrible at keeping secrets. And it’s 5 degrees colder in here.”

So much for subtly. You were at least a little disappointed, before he spoke again. “Are you gonna possess me?” You shook your head. “Slime me?” No. “Chase me around?” Probably not.

His defenses dropped as he eyed you up and down, looking as stereotypical as a ghost could in your turn-of-the-century outfit and mystic state. “You’re lucky he has no survival instinct,” he pointed the wrench at you, “it’s like second death in that containment chamber-”

Winston saw you frown, softening. Not very nice, you thought.

“I’m sorry. Not cool, talking about death with a ghost, right?” You nodded. He wiped his hands on a spare towel. “And you’re stuck downstairs all day?” shaking your head, you pointed upstairs. All the way upstairs.

You started away from the car. What a gaudy thing to drive around in, you thought. You trusted Ray’s judgment, but not on this. Winston must’ve noticed, asking in disbelief, “you’ve never been in a car?”

You rolled your eyes defensively, and he just chuckled at you. Of course you’d been in a car! Just- not giant white hearses with junky gear strapped to it. Winston only laughed harder, holding the door open for you. “Wanna see this one?”

You swallowed- or, you would, if you still produced saliva. Careful to not fall through and onto the ground, you hesitantly lowered yourself into the seat, jumping slightly as he suddenly turned on the engine. “How is it?” You didn’t answer as he took his spot on the driver's side, and when he looked over, you held out the molecules of your hand, bouncing with the vibrations of the car. Forget how it looked- being in a car was fun. The things you appreciate more when you’re a ghost.

“What else can you do? As a ghost?” You thought about it, before leading him upstairs and pointing to the closed blinds by the large window. He didn’t hesitate to open them, watching as you glowed brighter under the light.

“Sun-basking,” Winston smirked. Just then, the phone started to wail throughout the firehouse, and Ray joined his friend, rushing down the steps, as Winston couldn’t stop snickering.

“What?” Ray questioned, startled awake.

“Nothing, nothing.”

It wasn’t until after their hour long job that Ray realized he had pen all over his face. And, that you were starting to get restless.

You knew Ray would be at least a little anxious that you were out and about, but you just couldn’t help it. You had friends- or at least, people who had no choice but to be around you. Peter tried to trap you a few more times, to “keep you on your toes,” but you always found new ways to escape. Janine had nearly spilt coffee all over herself when she first saw you, trying to figure out her desktop radio, but you were forgiven after demonstrating your best laundering tips from when you were alive. Now, she lets you listen whenever you want, as long as it was an agreeable station. You’d even met Dana, awed at how much she resembled early 1900’s aristocracy. Louis was so easy to mess with that you’d lost track of what you’d done. And it was fun, to stay out of sight and follow Ray around, keeping your laughter to yourself as he shuddered and continuously checked the thermostat.

Peter loved to step on your metaphysical toes, especially in the comfort of night. “What-” he flipped on the lights, watching as you sat in the middle of dozens of lit candles, trying to conduct your own personal seance.

“This is where all my red candles went?” he gestured around you. Whoever you would have contacted has definitely flown away by now.

“If you wanted a nice ghost friend, we would’ve introduced you to Slimer.” And who knew, fellow specters could get slimed? He was a clingy friend at first, but he quickly came to terms with the fact that you had no interest in eating.

Your little antics got bolder and bolder as your new friends started to drop their defenses. Switching around their boots, long john’s or pajamas was always fun whenever you got bored- though it got Winston taken off of laundry duty. He could’ve snitched on you, but he never did, and you silently thanked him with your best attempt at brewing coffee. The mug of water you planned to pour into the pot ended up slipping out of your phantasmic grasp, so that was the end of you trying to do favors.

Back to observing. You had been invisibly watching Slimer finish what was left of breakfast, before Peter came in and chased him out. He must’ve been forced to take care of the piling dishes in the sink, because he worked so hastily that a ceramic plate nearly flew out of his slippery hand. You caught it, not wanting the nice glassware to shatter, bashfully revealing yourself.

Peter stared at you, before turning back to the sink like it was the normalest thing in the world. “Oh. It’s you. Listen, Spooky-” he dried a dish, “I heard you learned ‘lights’. That’s awfully cute, but Egon would have my head if he knew I let a ghost run around. My job is to catch you, and you don’t want that. So, scram.”

Peter was officially off your list of friends. What’d Dana see in him? You irritably stalked off, disappearing from sight again.

“It’s still freezing, I know you’re still here.”

Maybe Slimer was better company. Before you could depart, Peter sighed, leaning against the edge of the sink as if he was surveying the amount of dishes he had left to clear. Reluctantly, he turned to you, starting your ascent to the ceiling.

He holds out a dripping cup. “If you help me dry these, I can open the blinds for you.”

Egon walked in then, and you were back to being as clear as air. “Who’re you talking to?” he glanced up from a notepad. Peter’s under eye twitched, and your whole body quaked as the scientist unknowingly passed through the space you occupied. He didn’t say anything, stilling as his shoulders tensed slightly.

“No one. Say, Egon, how’s a little pool? I’ll let you win.” Peter dried his hands off. Egon didn’t say anything, instead pulling his lab coat closer to himself.

“It’s cold in here,” he stated, pulling up the hefty window. What’s better than sunlight through glass? Sunlight from the source. You settled in euphorically on the sill, ready to sleep for a while. Thank you, Egon- no chores and a great nap. You could continue to dislike Peter, but you did overhear him encouraging Egon to keep the windows open whenever he thought you weren’t around.

Ray sighed, shutting the door to the attic solemnly. It had been a few days, and you hadn’t shown up in some time. Not a sock misplaced, car keys never once being clipped to the back of belt loops rather than the front. Winston had no ill intent, even bringing up your absence a day or two ago. Peter had promised not to try and trap you anymore after he slipped up and attempted it while Ray was turning the corner. Janine wouldn’t, Louis couldn’t…where’d you go?

Egon. It had to be. One surprise, one unsuspecting door being opened…he couldn’t even begin to imagine what could be happening to you in the containment grid. Ray flushed with worry, hurrying down the stairs and bounding into the lab as quickly as possible. “Spengs! Let ‘em go!”

The bespectacled man sat in the dark laboratory, hands wrapped around a cup of what must’ve been tea. There were roots, windchimes, and other trinkets that Ray recognized as objects for attracting the otherworldly placed around the room.

Egon calmly took a sip of his tea. “What’s wrong?” Ray blinked, catching his breath. There you were, not stuck in the mechanics of the containment unit but in your approximation of sitting in a chair, not drinking your tea but enjoying the steam billowing into you.

“But- I thought- you-'' Ray stuttered.

Egon flipped through a few notes. “I’m not that dense, Ray. And they’ve been a interesting topic of research,” he held up what looked like a much more intensely detailed account of your past life. Ray squinted, skimming past dates, addresses, family names.

“I thought you couldn’t talk!” Ray put his hands on his hips, reeling from all this new information.

You simply shrugged, smiling guiltily.

“You’d be surprised. Did you know they learned lights?”

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peerlessscowl · 11 months ago

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Well. That was a lot to take in. Raven's eyes narrowed, perplexity lining his expression, and for a beat he was silent, trying to parse which exactly of the facts he'd just learned was most pressing and pertinent.

That she didn't want to be here seemed clear from the start, and not terribly important – it was an academy, and a monastery besides. People were assigned chores and tasks they found distasteful all the time, and to be stuck in a graveyard overnight was probably not high on anyone's list.

Now, one might have thought that the knights presumed the girl a medium, or otherwise connected with the departed, might have been something he focused in on most – and in any other instance, perhaps he might have, but in the dim moonlight he simply dismissed that her edges flickered in a way that was difficult to grasp entirely. Her insistence that she could not speak with the dead seemed...pointed.

"All right," he said slowly, beginning to get his footing underneath him. "Then I won't ask you to do that."

He cocked his head at her, and the corners of his eyes creased, somewhat warmly, but difficult to catch if one didn't know him well. Just another kid, then, needing company for a task she didn't want to do.

"I was told that there had been...something removing the remains from the earth," he supplied, a touch leading – if she wanted to grasp onto the information as though it had already been given her, she was welcome to. "Graves left uncovered, and bodies missing. I'm here to see if whatever has been doing so returns – is that what you were...told as well?"

who are you supposed to call if the ghost buster is a ghost?

#in character #thread: who are you supposed to call if the ghost buster is a ghost?#interaction: sublimeflowoftime #raven will see a sassy lost child and go is anyone gonna big brother that?#and not wait for an answer

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desire4ella · 2 years ago

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Ass so fat i can make it fatter…

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎀: Jey Uso x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠🍰 : Suggestive language, use of the n word , 18+

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 🎀: 786

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 🍰: Jey walks into the bedroom and sees your ass in the air and decides to take measures into his own hands

Jey was supposed to be home by now seeing as though he texted you saying he would be back at around 5:00 pm and it was already pushing 7:30 pm . You decided to call and see where he at .

You held the phone against you ears for a couple of seconds “ Sorry , but the person your trying to call is unavailable . Leave a message after the beep ” kissing your teeth you got up of of the sofa and turned the tv of .

“ If that nigga ain’t answering and out for that long then he must know he can stay where tf he at ” Mugging you walked up your marble stairs and entered your shared bedroom.

Changing into a one piece onesie and your bonnet you bounced on your king sized bed moaning at the softness of your sheets “ Damn this bed feel good , if only this big headed man was here to cuddle me ”You crossed your arms and pouted as you began to miss your pookie .

“ Lemme try and call him one more time ” you mumbled , staring at the wall you waited. “ YO BAE ! sorry i couldn’t get back to you sooner but Roman wanted to do a meeting , anyways i’m on my way home with some chipotle for you my love ” a boisterous voice echoed from the phone . Smiling you answered the phone . “ HEY BABYY ! ” you hummed out but then realised that you were mad at him and mugged the phone hanging up the phone on him .

Smiling proudly you said “ That’ll teach him to get his ass back home on time ” . Rolling over you pulled the sheets over you and fell asleep.

The door slammed shut as your baby came through the door , placing his keys in the key bowl . “ Baby where you at ? ” Jey shouted as he took of his shoes placing it on the shoe rack and began to venture around the house in search for you .

Walking up the stairs he could hear the sound of shuffling and music coming from your shared bedroom. “ Baby ? is that you ? ” he asked as he walked closer , he could here giggling which kinda creeped him out as he thought about all the horror movies he watched with creepy girls giggling.

Turning to his left was a broom you left upstairs due to you sweeping out upstairs . Picking it up in one hand and the other hand on the door handle he muttered a small “ fuck it ” and barged through the door . Swinging the broom around the room like some sort of ninja he stopped when he heard even louder giggling in front of him .

Opening his eyes he sees your ass in the air and your back arched to the heavens . “ HAHAHA , b-baby what tf is you doing boi ? , you tryna be a new member of ghost busters now ? ” you said in between laughing , which almost made you loose balance.

blinking a couple times he raised his fingers questionably and asked “ So wait , you ain’t a ghost ? ”. “ Boi if i was a ghost i wouldn’t even pick you to torment cause you stupid asf ” calming down from laughing you shook your ass in the air , a sly smile forming on your face you said “ Even if i was a ghost , you ever seen one with they back arched ? no ?… exactly. So come over here and gimme that dick , i’ve been waiting for to long ”

Quickly forgetting about why he was so scared he hastily yanked of his top and unbuttoned his pants. “ So we on that type of time ? Ight bet watch me put on a freddy krueger outfit on next time we have sex ”.

You let out a little giggle and didn’t pay him any mind , but if there’s one thing you love about your man ; it’s the way he can lighten up the mood .

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿

Bye my babies 🫶🏾 , i hoped you enjoyed this one. This goofy asf can’t lie

p.s sorry for the shit grammar

#jey uso x reader #jey uso #jimmy uso x reader #roman reigns #the usos #the bloodline #solo sikoa #wwe #my original fiction #my original writing #roman reigns x reader #jey uso smut

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spenglersweetheart · 10 months ago

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Could I have…could i perhaps have Peter Venkman genuinely falling in love. Like reader becomes a ghost buster and doesn’t meet Venkman until their first bust. They’re strong and sharp minded, and when Peter flirts they always have a witty comeback.

Ray and Egon notice this and take this opportunity to test the mood slime.

Long story short reader and Venkman are locked in a room together “for science” in reality Egon and Ray just want the awkward flirting over with.

oooh a peter venkman one !! i've never written for him so my portrayal may be a bit wonky but i hope you enjoy it!

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For Science

Peter Venkman x Reader

WARNINGS : none!

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YOU HADN'T MET PETER UNTIL YOUR FIRST BUST with the boys. For some reason, Peter immediately took interest in you (but this is normal for someone like Peter). But you didn't mind his flirtatious antics like any other woman did. Actually, you were quick-witted, and sometimes even threw in a flirtatious remark back. This quickly began to be a normal thing between the two of you.

Winston was the first to get tired of it. You were a great worker and Peter was ... kind of a slacker. But when he did work, he worked pretty hard. His work dwindled whenever there was a pretty person around. Down the line, Egon became tired of it, and later, so did Ray.

But Ray suddenly got an idea. He told Egon and Winston about it, and they were on board. The only people who didn't know about it were you and Peter.

You were about to leave to grab something from the next laboratory when you noticed that the door was locked. For some reason, you jiggle the doorknob, thinking that it was just stuck.

"Uh, I think it's locked, sweetheart," Peter said.

You turned around to look at him. "Well, I know that now, hot stuff."

Egon, Ray, and Winston were all outside. The slime being with them. It was close enough to the door so that it could register their interactions. Egon pretty much scrunched his nose up when the flirting already started.

You called inside of the room. "Okay, guys, haha, very funny. Let us out!"

"I don't think they're gonna let us out. They're too busy with their mood slime," Peter said with a chuckle, "They're busy being science nerds."

"Hey! I like those science nerds," you chuckled.

"I'm a science nerd, do you like me?" He asked.

You playfully nudge his arm, a smirk crawling onto your lips. "Especially you."

The other three outside looked at the slime that was currently in the jar. It was bubbling. Egon has looked at Ray. "It's reacting negatively."

Winston scoffed, an amused smile on his lips. "Not surprised," he said.

The two trapped in the other room didn't even know they were conducting an experiment with the mood slime with them. To Peter, that wouldn't be much of a shock. You on the other hand, knowing that you were a little bit newer, you would be.

Peter leaned forward. "Well, if you like me so much," he starts, he's looking you up and down, "How about we. . ."

"Lemme guess, a date?" You respond, "Friday, eight o'clock sharp."

A smirk crawls onto his face. "You read my mind. Are you a psychic?"

"Mm, no," you answered, "Well, maybe. I can read your mind, hot stuff."

"You know I love someone who can read my mind," Peter said back.

The slime had almost boiled over. Ray finally unlocks the door, walking into the room as he pretty much ruins the moment. Egon and Winston are walking behind him. He waves his hands in the air.

"Alright, that's enough!" Ray called, "I can't take it anymore."

This made both you and Peter laugh. "What? Can't handle it?" You ask.

"It's gross, yes," Egon replies bluntly, "But, you managed to negatively charge the slime. Congratulations."

Peter looked at you. "Did you know about this?"

You shook your head. "Nope. I didn't know anything. Did you?"

"No," he answered, "But, we're actually on for the date night."

A chuckle escaped your lips, before reaching up to give a kiss on his cheek. "Of course, sweetheart.

#ghostbusters #peter venkman x reader #peter x reader #spence's small fics #egonspenglerishot

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iwritefanficsandpostthem · 10 months ago

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The Drive-in Movie

With the help from @watchingpurpled

Minors DNI-This fic will be 18+!!

SUMMARY: Y/N and Eleven go to a drive-in movie together to watch Ghostbusters, then things start to get spicy as the movie goes on.😁😁

WARNING: none yet-

Y/N’s perspective:

“So tonight? What time is the movie again?” I call El planning on when to go to the drive-in-movies.

We’ve been planning to watch Ghost Busters for a while, since El hasn’t really watched a movie, let alone in a drive-in movie. I also thought it would be fun because I just turned 16 and finally got my license, and I think it would impress her, since I’ve been having this heart-aching crush for forever now.

“Joyce says it’s at 9:00 pm, sharp. How are we gonna get there?” El speaks back, sounding nervous that plans will have to change.

“Well, I received my license last week for my birthday and have been saving it just for tonight, so I’ll pick you up!” I say enthusiastically, walking around my island counter with the phone’s cord almost near to ripping out of the wall. “I’ll even bring different snacks we can munch on during the movie!”

“Li-cense?” El talks into the phone confused, not knowing what that means.

To be fair, she’s a few months younger than me and I know her situation, with the Upside-Down and all, so I understand.

“A license is something that lets you drive a car without police issues.” I explain as I walk back to the base of the phone and twirling the cord in my hand.

“Oh… can I get a license?” El asks me.

I think it’s so cute that she doesn’t know everyday things because I can just bramble about stuff without her just going “mhm” and “yeah”, she just asks questions that I love to answer.

“No,” I respond. “but you’re able to get a permit, which means you can drive with someone that’s 16 or older, but when you turn 16, you can drive all by yourself! I can even teach you how to drive if you want!” I say enthusiastically, and then lean on the wall.

“But won’t police get mad? I don’t have a permit.” El responds.

“Oh! Well that’s ok, I’ll just say I’m giving you lessons, show my license, and they’ll just shrug it off and leave.” I explain, still fiddling with the phone cord.

“But anyways about the movie, I’ll pick you up and you can drive to the movie.”

“Me?” El asks confused.

“Yeah! I said I would teach you right? I’ll pick you up an hour early so we can try and drive a little beforehand, ok?” I plan out for her.

“Ok!” El says enthusiastically.

“I’ll see you then!”

“Ok!” I respond happily.

“See you later!”

Eleven’s perspective:

I hung up feeling excited for the night and hop into my bed and scream into my pillow. I always thought that Y/N is a cool person, one of the last to join our “gang” Mike calls it. I guess it’s another word for group. I wanted to ask what it meant, but I feel this weird feeling when I ask too many questions, to the point where I think I annoy some of the people in our “gang”.

I remember asking what a “sea-urchin” was while we were talking about our science class studies about the ocean, then Lucas was annoyed and said “it’s just a kind of aquatic spike ball, genius.” then Max yelled at him for it. Ever since I felt like asking questions is bad, but not around Y/N. I feel like I can ask as many questions I want around her. I don’t know what to wear for the drive-in movie though, it seems so important for this meet up, especially since it’s just us… just us.

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Pt. 2

Y/N’s perspective:

I drive to Eleven’s house, kind of nervous. I’m nervous because it’s just gonna be us chilling together. Usually we’re around the gang, but I think it’s gonna be awkward even though we’re close friends. I drive up to her house rolling the window on the driver’s side and see her through the window, but quickly disappears and right at to door, waving goodbye to Joyce.

I put the car in park and get out the car for El to get into the driver’s seat with the car still on, and she happily hopped in, and I shut the door for her. I go to the other side and shut the door once I got in.

“Well you seem excited!” I say, putting on my seatbelt.

“Yeah… I’ve never really driven a car before…” El answered, caressing the wheel, beginning to feel nervous.

“Well, are you gonna make this kitty purr?” I say, patting the head of the car.

Eleven looked at me with a confused look not knowing what that meant.

“It’s a saying for driving, you know, when the engine purrs when you drive it or speed it up!” I explain to her.

“Oh.” Eleven responded, grasping onto the wheel and looking forward with a slight smile.

“Anyways, you ready?” I chuckle.

El looks around the car, trying to figure out how to make it start moving. I notice and immediately blush in embarrassment.

“Oh sorry! Uhm here’s the gear stick, it’s on park right now because it’s on the P, see? The P is for Park, the R is for reverse, the N is for Neutral, D for Drive, and L for Low. So put the gear stick on D like this!” I demonstrate how to move the stick, then move it back for her to try as she watches closely.

“Your turn!”

Eleven slowly grabs the gear stick and moves it to Drive.

“There, now there is pedals at your feet; clutch, brake, and accelerator in that order. You won’t need to mess with the clutch one much, but the other two sound like what they are. The brake is stop and the accelerator is go. Try slowly pressing on the accelerator with your foot while steering back onto the road.” I explain as I watch her look at the pedals and back to me.

She slowly presses on the accelerator and slowly steers the car into the street.

I watch as she slowly moves into the road and drives.

“You can go a little faster now.” I say gently as I point at the speed limit sign on the side of the road.

She slowly accelerates the car and goes the speed limit.

“Wow, you’re already a natural at this!” I say as I roll down my window and hang my hand out to enjoy the breeze.

“You see the bump in the distance? You gotta slow down when we’re closer to it to hit it.” I warn Eleven as she focuses on the road.

She slowly drives the car a long as we get closer, and we go over the speed bump.

“Wow, I’m impressed!” I say as she speeds up to the speed limit again.

“Do you think you can turn or do you need help?” I turn to look at Eleven for an answer.

“Maybe…” El says hesitantly.

“Here slow down and I’ll help you turn.”

She slows down and I place my hands onto her hands on the wheel.

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Pt. 3

I feel Y/N’s hands place onto mine and I feel my face get hot. I knew my face was blushing and I tried to make it not so obvious. As soon as we go towards the turn, I let her take the lead and helped her turn the wheel a bit. We successfully turned and she let go of my hands on the wheel and got back to her own seat.

“I honestly thought that driving would be a lot harder than it looks.” I finally say as I take a quick look at Y/N, seeing she’s blushing a little bit too.

“Hah, yeah I thought so too.” Y/N said, rubbing her hands together and leans back in her seat.

I smile at her, continuing to drive and keeping a sharp eye out. We talk a bit while I drive, mostly about memories and other stuff about each other, it was really chill, and Y/N looks so good tonight. She’s also so sweet to me and is always so patient with me. We fall a little quieter as we arrive at the place, and my anxiety kicks in.

There’s so many people and kids, I don’t wanna run them over or anything. I start to breathe a little quicker, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“Eleven?”

Y/N’s perspective:

I notice Eleven is starting to get tense and rest a hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze, causing her to jump.

“Eleven?” I say again, more gently.

She looks at me for a quick second, before back at the crowded dirt road.

“Oh! Sorry, there’s just a lot of people here, it’s a lot and I don’t wanna run anyone over…” She trailed off, thinking to herself.

I chuckle to myself and pull over to the wheel.

“That’s what the car horn is for!” I honk the car, causing the people and kids to jump and quickly get out of the way in surprise and slight fear.

Eleven sits there surprised, but laughed slightly. I looked back at her with a smile.

“What?? It always works!” I say, chuckling with her.

“She wipes her tears of laughter off her adorable tinted cheeks.

“It’s just really funny how they ran to the side of the road!” She giggled, before starting to drive again.

We find a spot and finally pulled in, turning off the car.

“Phew, finally.” I said as I reached in the back and grabbed a few bags.

“What’s that?” Eleven asked, looking at me with a seemingly soft expression, but still had her same curious expression mixed in.

“I said I‘ll get snacks and drinks.” I say with a smile.

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Pt. 4 coming soon

#eleven hopper #jane hopper #jane hopper x reader #female y/n

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thenightling · 1 year ago

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For anyone confused about what is canon to The Ghostbusters here is the list:

First came the 70s Ghostbusters TV show (which had a Gorilla for some reason). This is NOT canon to the movies. It just shares the name.

Then came the first Ghostbusters movie. (canon starting point for the original continuity.)

Then came the Ghost Busters animated series (a shameless cash grab based on the 70s live action show for the popularity of the name from the movie. Not canon.)

Then came The Real Ghostbusters animated series. This is actually canon to the films but only after Ghostbusters 2. The gunner seat we see in Ghostbusters: Afterlife originated here and was used in the toy.

Ghostbusters 2 (Canon to the original continuity.)

Slimer and the Real Ghostbusters (just The Real Ghostbusters retitled). Mostly canon to the original continuity.

Extreme Ghostbusters (Spin-off of The Real Ghostbusters). Dubious canon but tied to the original continuity. Sort of an AU because events in Ghostbusters: Afterlife ignore it.

Ghostbusters: Answer the Call AKA Ghostbusters 2016 (Has its own continuity / an alternate universe, non-canon to the original continuity but canon to its own continuity.)

Ghostbusters comics from IDW (Dubious canon)

Ghostbusters: Afterlife (canon to the original continuity)

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire (Canon to the original continuity.)

Ghostbusters (2011 video game) Supposedly canon but Winston's degree in Egyptology has not come up in the recent films.

#Ghostbusters

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imsparky2002 · 2 years ago

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Creepsters AU - The Mentors

Bustier: An enthusiastic ghost hunter with a passion for taking down troublesome spirits. Kind at heart, she prefers to leave harmless apparitions alone, preferring to answer distress calls rather than hunt ghosts minding their own business. She is in a loving relationship with Giselle, the spotter for her and her partner, Mendeleliev. She's horrified and curses the fact that she has such a villainous ancestor, even if her relationship with Ghouselle is adorable.

Mendeleliev: Bustier's partner and mentor. Compared to her more enthusastic protege, Mendeleliev is more blunt, grumpier, focusing on stopping the spirits rather than studying them. She gives tough love, and expects the same in return. Whenever there's an interrogation, she's the bad cop to Bustier's good cop. The two of them have been taking a new group of students under their wing, sending them on routine patrols, but keeping them out of actual hunts for the moment in order to keep them safe.

Giselle: The spotter of the hunters. Her job is to go around the city of Paris and report any paranormal activity back to the Busters. Serves as the mediator for whenever her wife Bustier and close friend Mendeleliev are arguing. Like her wife, Bustier, she wishes she wasn’t related to a murderous creep like Ghouselle. Gets around Paris with her trusty motorcycle.

Tomoe: Kagami’s mother, a grizzled old monster hunter keen on teaching her daughter the trade of the family. A firm believer in tough love, she teaches Kagami lessons the best we she knows how. Though she is blind, very little gets past her and her sharp senses.

Obviously our heroes gotta have mentors, and these ones are ready for the job. As usual, reblog, reply, post and ask for thoughts on the content. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#miss bustier #caline bustier #caline #giselle #ms. mendeleiev #miss mendeleiev #mendeleiev #tomoe tsurugi #tomoe #creepsters au #creepsters #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

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ewzzy · 2 years ago

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I was reminded that the 1993 Topps Marvel trading cards had Unsolved Mysteries of the Marvel Universe and I just had to check if we've solved them in the intervening 30 years.

Starting off we’ve got the longest running mystery, but as with all of these the big question is “what were you hoping to find out?” We’ve seen Doom’s unscarred face in flashbacks and healed in the 1980s Secret Wars, but it was only in 2015’s reimagining of Secret Wars that we see what really lives under the mask. It’s nasty! A real “dead dove do not eat” moment.

This one I’m surprised was a mystery since it’s so well known now. When Cable first showed up he was a warrior from the future, but it wasn’t until 1994’s The Adventures of Cyclops and Phoenix that it was revealed that he was the time traveling son of Scott Summers and Jean Grey. Well, kinda... you see he’s actually the son of Scott and Jean’s clone Madeline and… go ask Jay and Miles if you want the X-Men X-Plained.

This is the one that got me started on this mess. Darkhawk wasn’t a huge character so this sort of went unresolved but also who cared? Basically when Chris Powell turns into Darkhawk his whole body is replaced by a drone robot from these space hawk warriors. Turns out the whole thing that freaked him out was that underneath the helmet it revealed that he wasn’t even human in that form. And yet, as far as I know we’ve never got a clear look at what he saw.

Hoo boy was this a mystery in 1993? So for background in 1990 we got Danny Ketch as the new Ghost Rider. He was more chains and leather than Johnny Blaze, the Evel Knievel-esque original. The mystery in question is “where did he get his powers and are they from the same demon Zarathos as the original?" After spending time too many wiki pages, I can now say that Danny was revealed to be Johnny Blaze’s secret brother and not powered by Zarathos. Looks like Danny at some point swapped his bike for a buster sword and started calling himself Death Rider. lol

This one is easy! It’s Thanos! Thanos is the sixth member! It got revealed in The Warlock Chronicles during Infinity Crusade. This mystery didn’t make it out of 1993.

Oh hey it’s my least favorite Spider-Man topic! That his parents were killed by the fake communist Red Skull is pointless at best. That they were seemingly brought back only to be revealed as Spider-Slayer robots is somehow worse. That whole mess got resolved in 1994 as a plot from The Chameleon. It’s right before the Clone Saga. Ugh!

This one is a case of dragging it out so long that no answer would be good enough. In 2001’s “Origin” we finally found out that Logan’s real name is James Howlett and he was born in late-19th-century Canada. The Logan name comes from James’ maybereal father from an affair and definite first bone claw stabbing victim Thomas Logan. This is all fine but I 100% of the time confuse “James Howlett” with “Jamie Hewlett” the artist who draws The Gorillaz.

A major thread in 90s X-Men was that Bishop came from a future where an X-Man had betrayed the team and ruined the future. He was pretty suspicious of Gambit in particular and there were hints based on this guy named The Witness that seemed to be Gambit from the future. All that got dropped when Charles Xavier became Onslaught and turned on everyone. Bishop even kind of got to save the day in that story. I guess it all worked out.

It’s our final X-Men mystery and the answer lies in one of the worst received X-Men stories of ALL-TIME! So your first thought should be “he’s a mutant what do you mean origin?” Okay, so starting in 1981 there were hints that Mystique was Nightcrawler’s mom. That started because people say they look the same. That’s a pretty wild thing to say since she has blue skin and he has blue fur and also she’s a shapeshifter so the idea of her real form is iffy at best. Well, it turns out Claremont wanted Mystique to have shapeshifted into a fella and been the father not the mother. Biologically speaking. He didn’t get to write that story, so instead Chuck Austen wrote The Draco…

I can’t believe this is going to a 2nd paragraph but here goes. Mystique in disguise as the wife of a German baron named Christian Wagner, but got pregnant by a mysterious Herr Azazel. The kid comes out blue and her charade is exposed. Flash forward to present day and Nightcrawler is investigating Isla des Demonas and he finally meets dear old dad. Azazel reveals himself to be a literal satan from the Brimstone Dimension. This very nearly broke Nightcrawler’s whole character. Instead of a kind man who is hated because of his appearance, he is a literal son of a demon. Don’t get me started on the woman who adopted Kurt. She’s green and has horns.

That's all the mysteries! If you think I got something wrong about X-Men then yes you're probably right. If there's a secret Darkhawk reveal I couldn't find them please please share it.

#nightcrawler #spider-man #thanos #darkhawk #wolverine #dr doom #ghost rider #x-men #marvel comics #1993 #trading cards

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luckyshotwrites · 2 years ago

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Agh okay 7, 19, and 47 for Lev, I need to know more about the bastard (feel free to leave out anything that's spoilery ofc)

Spoiler free versions here we go, because these do all come up...Day 70ish? Or maybe earlier/later depending on the skips I do. Or if I change the current story layout.

Anyway! Let me answer from this game.

7. Does Lev have any unusual fears?

Besides the fun fact I did with large bodies of water for him. Yes. A non angst, pretty spoiler free one is, ghosts. (There are monsters that are called ghosts but they are tweaked, of course). And Lev will avoid them at all costs. Comes up in the chapter I currently have named, "Ghost Busters". Lol

19. How easy is it to become Lev's Friend...?

A little more complicated to answer. Lev's very complicated in relationships of any kind due to reasons that'll be discussed around day 70? (It might be earlier don't quote me yet)

47. Would Lev lie to get someone else out of trouble even if it meant he'd take their place?

Yes. 100%. If he is willing to lie for you, he is more than ready to take whatever that lie was worth. I also would imagine, he'd try to reduce the sentence/punishment/what it may be, because he'd want to see if he could by haggling, competing or whatever else he could do against it. XD

I hope these helped answer your questions! Glad to hear ya like Lev. He's something. Lol

THANK YOU THOUGH FRIENDO, YOU BETTER HAVE A GREAT BOBEAN DAY!!!

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callmemana · 2 years ago

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Arms May Be Wide Open, But The Brain Cells Aren’t There: #1

Whiskey: I have found the one who will carry out my legacy.

Slider: *holding Lucky like a cat* this is a child, Jade…

Birdie: hey do you want to-stop screaming, it’s just me- do you want to watch Shrek with me?

Lucky: IM IN THE SHOWER!

Birdie: ok well when you’re done do you want to watch Shrek with me?

Ice: I hate you all and I’m never speaking to you again.

[five minutes later]

Ice: *kissing each of their foreheads* goodnight Mouse, goodnight Spicy, goodnight Lucky, goodnight Birdie, goodnight Cin, goodnight Fanboy, goodnight Hangy, goodnight Roos, goodnight Bob, goodnight Omaha, goodnight Slider, goodnight Dragon, goodnight Whiskey.

Birdie: when an old white guy, starts some beef with other countries. WHO YA GONNA CALL?

Lucky: us Bird! We are the fuckin Navy!

Mouse: GHOST BUSTERS!

Mouse: what are some good responses for being stabbed?

Spicy: rude

Cinco: that’s fair

Lucky: not again-

Birdie: are you going to want this back?

Ice: *rubbing his temples* what the fuck is wrong with you all!

Birdie: *holding a pot of coffee and a cereal bowl* what if instead of milk in my cereal, I put in coffee.

Bob: *walking past her and taking away the coffee pot* what if you didn’t?

Birdie: here you go sir. Nice, hot cup of coffee.

Cyclone: it’s cold.

Birdie: nice cup of coffee.

Cyclone: it taste horrible.

Birdie: cup of coffee.

Cyclone: I’m not sure if this is even coffee.

Birdie: cup.

Rooster: fuck!

Ice: language!

Hangman: shit

Ice: language!

Fanboy: who the fuck do you think you’re calling a bitch, you ass?

Ice: language!

Bob: that’s one crazy motherfucker!

Ice: language!

Omaha: what the frick frack tickity tic tak snik snak, bro?

Ice: …

Ice: what the fuck?

Mouse: I sent good vibes your way.

Mouse: they are coming.

Mouse: there’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Lucky: this is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Fanboy: I failed my safety course today.

Bob: why? what happened?

Fanboy: well, one of the questions was ‘in case of a fire what steps would you take?’.

Bob: and?

Fanboy: and apparently, ‘REALLY FUCKING LARGE ONES’ wasn’t an acceptable answer.

Dragon’s Angels📻: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @gracespicybradshaw @bayisdying @starlit-epiphany

🏷️ list: @luckyladycreator2 @lisedanie @interstellarloneliness

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hipstergecko · 1 year ago

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Okay okay, hear me out.

What if transdimensional telephone? Or even an anachronistic telephone? 😏

NOO I ALREADY HAVE A FIC IM WORKING ON HOW DARE YOU

I like the idea of a young Robin talking to a Danny that is 10 years removed from his time/dimension.

Ough the possibilities. Good shipping material too. But I digress.

The whole story would be about these two boys developing a friendship across dimensions/time via stupid magical rotary phone. And when one of the other faces peril, they find a way to jump to the other. I'm thinking Danny being in the past (read first superhero AU) and remembering the time and date of the danger to Dick and being there to save him/the JL.

Maybe something like this?

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"Ah! S-sorry! Wrong number!"

Danny blinked at the receiver. People didn't often call the house anymore. Not even telemarketers! People can only last so long in front of one of his parents anti-ghost speeches. It was strange that someone actually bothered to call, even if it was a wrong number.

He put the phone back on the wall and shrugged. Not his problem. Just as he turns away, the phone rings again.

Huh.

Danny let it ring for a moment, then picked it up. "Hello, Fenton residence. May I ask who's calling?"

"Oh! Uh... Hello."

Danny frowned, the voice sounded young. His age or younger even. "Hello. Uh, can I help you or...?"

The phone buzzed with the dial tone. They hung up again.

Danny looked at the phone, confused. That was weird. Wasn't a ghost caller. His parents ghost proofed the phone lines long ago. Maybe it was a first time prank caller. Which wasn't uncommon, but still strange after all this time. The Fenton prank buster tm was still fully operational after all.

This time as soon as he put the phone back on the receiver, it rang again.

"Hey, who is this? Prank calls aren't as funny if you don't do the joke right away." Danny answered, irritated.

"P-prank? I'm not calling to prank!" The voice sounded indignant. "I'm trying to call Br-my dad!"

"Well you keep calling me so..." Danny cleared his throat. In a deeper voice, he continued. "Hello son! I'm so glad you called! Your mother has dinner in the oven and it's reanimating! You might even say that the turkey has gone fowl!"

There was a moment of silence.

Then, quietly over the gentle static of his parent's landline, he heard gentle snickering.

"Well dad, if the turkey's gone rogue, then isn't that simply poultry in motion?"

Danny chuckled. "Your sense of humor is im-peck-able."

"Sir, that pun was ill-eagle."

"Oh toucan play at this game."

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Dick snuck through the halls of the Justice League base. With any luck, nobody would catch him. Bruce was currently engrossed in a meeting about a new inductee to the Justice League. He should be safe for at least 45 minutes.

He made his way to the artifacts room. He was sure not to touch anything as he crept through the piles of magical items.

Straight to one toxic green rotary phone.

He grinned, picking up the phone and spinning any set of number he could think of. This time he did his birthday.

"Thiiiiiiis is the Fenton residence. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

Dick pinched his nose. "Ah yes, this is Chuck from accounting. Do you have the fourth quarter sales report yet?"

There was a giggle from the other side before an equally nasally voice came through.

"Oh heeeeey Chuck. This is Caaaaarl. I'm sorry to break it to you, but the sales report has been scrapped. See, the guy compiling it was afraid of the number 4 and had to throw it out."

"Why?"

"Cause he was one real odd guy."

"So you're saying he couldn't even?"

Giggles on either side of the line filled the room.

Dick grinned. "So how're you doing Danny?"

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"Welcome to Fenton airlines, this is your captain speaking."

"Hey Danny."

Danny quickly sobered. Dick always had some sort of lead in or one liner. This didn't bode well. "Hey Dick. What's up? Is everything okay?"

"It's... things aren't great right now with me and Bru-my dad. I'm not going to be able to call for awhile. I just wanted to let you know."

"Oh." Danny felt himself slump a bit. He'd really come to enjoy the occasional pun battle and chit chat with the guy he'd come to know as Dick. "Okay. Uh... Thanks for the heads up."

"Yeah."

"Listen Dick, I know we really don't know each other and... I know I sound like a creep, but if you need any help, just give me a call, okay?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. Why was he hesitating about this? Just because his parents didn't give him or his sister the attention they wanted, didn't mean he couldn't extend his help to someone else. Even if that someone else was a complete stranger.

"Uh... I don't think..."

"And I know I don't know where you live and I have no idea about you life and all that but like, dude, you're fun to talk to. I don't get to just, talk much anymore. About dumb stuff like puns and junk." He knew he was rambling, but he didn't stop. "I know I'm just some stranger, but I've been through some stuff and know how it feels to have someone to rant to. And I know being at odds with parents sucks and I've been there and if you need someone to just talk at about stuff... Well..." He finally trailed off.

There was a pause.

"... Thanks Danny." The voice over the phone sounded fond. Like he was smiling even though he was going through it. "I'll try to remember that."

"Sweet. I mean you have my number."

"I actually don't."

"What?" Danny frowned. "Then how do you keep calling me?"

"On a Magic green rotary phone."

"I'm sorry, on a whaaa-hang on. Does it have a dude with salt and pepper hair and a cheesy grin on the back?"

There was another pause.

"Yes."

"Woooooow." Danny rocked back on his heels. "I thought that thing was lost to time and space. Nice!"

"Okay now I have questions."

"Well, how much time do you have?"

--- ☎️ ---

"So, your dad built a portal to an interdimensional realm for science in your basement, rebuilt an old rotary phone to try to speak to the dead, but tripped and tossed it into the void of infinite dimensions and somehow it turned up here."

"That about sums it up."

Dick could feel a headache coming on. "That sounds incredibly dumb."

"Dude, that isn't even the half of it. I don't know which dimension you're in or even when you are! I thought that thing was gone for good."

"You know this begs more questions than it answers."

Dick was startled out of his thoughts as he heard the door to the artifacts room open. Zatanna's voice echoed through the room as she spoke with a man, Constantine?

"I have to go." He whispered into the phone. "I'll call back when I can."

"Okay! Take care of yourself Dick."

"You too Danny."

And the line went dead.

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It had been years since the phone rang. And so much had happened since he last spoke to Dick. Pariah Dark, Vortex, Undergrowth, coming clean to his parents, that huge mess with the GIW, something about a meteor, his alternate version evil self getting a redemption arc, and the interdimensional war.

Frankly he hadn't even thought about the phone in a long time. At one point he considered setting up a voicemail, but never got around to it.

It never rang nowadays anyway. He'd tried quite a few times to call Dick back, but no one ever picked up. It would just ring endlessly.

Eventually he stopped trying to call.

Danny flopped heavily down on his parent's old sofa, groaning as he let the cushions take his weight. He hadn't been home in months. Things in the infinite realms had really taken off with this whole king thing. His entire life (afterlife?) was filled to the brim with fights, political meetings, and fixing temporal displacements.

Whoever said that the dead were peaceful should've been shot.

He was just about to close his eyes for a well deserved nap when he startled upright. A familiar ringing sound filled the air.

Someone was calling the house phone.

He scrambled to the wall where the old phone hung. It was even more beat up than it had been years ago. The phone had made it through several invasions and countless explosions. Was it luck? Maybe.

Danny snatched the phone from it's cradle.

"Hello?"

There was a pause.

"Danny?"

The voice was deeper than he remembered. But that made sense. They had both grown up.

But just to be sure...

"How do you spot a nosy pepper?"

He paused. This joke was golden.

"Because it gets jalepeño business."

Dick replies without missing a beat.

"Well that's just un-bell-ievable."

Danny let out a breath of relief and felt a smile stretch his face. "Dude! It is you! Your voice sounds so different!" He laughed. "How've you been?"

"Awful." There was a short pause. "But enough about me, cayenne ask you a question?"

"No poblano! What's up?"

"So, you know a lot about the infinite realms, right?"

"Yeeeeah?"

"And how it connects all of time at different points?"

"Uh-huh?"

"How do you find someone lost in the time stream?"

Danny felt his whole body twitch.

"Okay, now I have questions."

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The watchtower had fallen.

The great satellite that served for the JL's base of operations had crashed to the earth. Countless lives were lost. Those some of those aboard the watchtower, some beneath it.

The great creature roared in triumph. This ungodly being that defied the mind and spat on reality could not be defeated by mortals. Anyone with eyes could be blinded by the mind warping horror.

It was Eldritch.

And it was destroying the world.

Dick rushed through the wreckage. Searching frantically for... There!

He raced towards a panel, heaving it off of the dark clad form beneath it.

"Bruce! Bruce get up!" Dick hefted the broken man's arm over his shoulder. "We have to get you out of here!" He tapped his com. "Oracle! The watchtower is down! Can you hear me?"

Nothing but static.

"Richard..." Batman's head lolled to the side. "Dick. I'm..."

"Shut up shut up you aren't going to die here!" Dick grunted, pulling the man along.

"I'm sorry son."

"We can't..." Bruce murmured. A concussion, no, severe head trauma. "... S'magic."

"Shut up damnit!" Dick couldn't let himself cry. They would both be killed. But he couldn't stop the tears that rolled down his cheeks regardless of his will to stop them. "We're gonna get out of this! We have to!"

Dick swore again. He looked around frantically. He saw members of the JL all doing their best to get those trapped under debris free. Those not helping the injured were mounting another attack against the being.

Which would, like before, be ultimately useless.

Dick didn't know what to do.

"Where is the JLD? Can't they do anything about this?"

"Const-antine.... Lookin' for... Help." Bruce slurred. "Magical artifact of... sum' kind."

Okay okay. Dick could do that. He could work with that. He led batman to one of the hastily made medical stations and ran back out into the chaos and debris. A fire had started and heroes were clearing the area.

Dick darted through the wreckage, trying to remember where the magical artifacts room had been.

It took an hour of searching before he happened upon it. Completely on accident after almost tripping over a broken steel beam.

One toxic green rotary phone.

Dick snatched it up and ran.

--- ☎️ ---

The phone rang.

"Danny please... please pick up."

It rang again.

"Please please please." Dick pleaded, sitting at Bruce's side while the monster raged. His head was bowed and he held the phone like a lifeline. How it hasn't been destroyed was beyond him. How it still worked without power was a mystery as well.

But at this moment it didn't matter all that much.

It rang again.

"... Please. Please pick up..." Dick gave a weak laugh. "I'm close to giving up the ghost here Danny."

It rang again.

"The again, it won't be so bad. At least I'll get to keep my ghoulish figure."

It rang again.

"I might cry though. It'll ruin my ma-scare-a."

It rang again.

Dick let his head fall and hit the cot his father was resting on. This was a long shot. He knew it. Danny might not be able to do anything at all. Maybe he was just some guy he had called on a whim. A friend connected across dimensions.

He still wanted to call him though.

It rang again.

Dick heaved a shuddering sigh. "At least I'll have great hair." He couldn't help a snicker. "On account of my scare-spray."

There was a click.

"This is your friendly neighborhood ghostbuster, how may I exorcise you today?"

"Danny." Dick's relief was palpable. "Thank God."

"Hey Dick. What's up?"

"I need a favor." Dick heard something massive something crash into the ground not 2 blocks away. "A big favor."

"When and where."

Suddenly the enormity and ridiculousness of the situation caught up to Dick. He started laughing.

"I don't even know if you can do anything about it! It's crazy! A giant Eldritch horror broke into our dimension and is going to destroy everything!"

"Dick..."

"Like I know things had gotten bad before, but this..." His laughter had a tinge of hysteria to it. "None of us know what to do! And we're supposed to be superheroes! It's crazy! It's insane!"

"Dick! Calm down! Where and when are you?!"

"And what's even more crazy is the fact that I decided to call you up in the middle of a warzone! On a freaking rotary phone!! Who does that?! Crazy people do that!"

"Hey, why did the chicken cross the road?"

Dick stopped. The non sequitur was so out of left field that it pulled him out of the spiral.

"Wh-what?"

"To get you to tell him the time! Tell me the time!"

"Uuuugh... 2:45?"

"And the date!"

"2023?"

"You're 10 years ahead of me?! Nope doesn't matter! Where are you right now?!"

"Just outside of Gotham city. New Jersey."

"Okay. I'll be there. I promise."

There was a sudden chill. Like an arctic breeze that swept through the air. A horrible ripping sound tore through the noise of chaos.

Dick had the good sense to step outside the medical tent to look up at the sky. A glowing toxic green portal split the sky like a horrible scar. A figure came through it.

It was too far away to see, so high that it floated at eye (???) level with the creature laying waste to the world. It leveled a toxic green blast at the horror.

Dick gasped, watching as the figure began attacking the Eldritch being with vigour. Watching as it deftly evaded attacks and made the thing howl with pain and fury.

Dick watched, speechless as the small figure nearly single handedly dropped the Eldritch creature to it's knees. An enormous rift filled with a swirling green void ripped itself into the sky just beyond the entity. And with a massive green shield, the figure shoved the horrible creature into it.

It screamed and screeched and howled, but couldn't fight the shield forcing it into the rift. It tumbled inside like an ungainly sack of squishy marbles. The rift snapped shut behind it.

And then Danny spoke up.

And there was silence. Beautiful beautiful silence.

"Sounds like I handled your problem spook-tacularly." His voice was smug. "Please remember to thank your waiter. Talk to you later Dick! I'll see you in 10 years."

And he hung up.

Dick barely heard him.

A light smattering of applause heralded the descent of the figure. A man bigger in size than even Superman, wearing a fur ruffed cloak made of the darkness of space peppered with stars and a crown wreathed in green flame. His hair was a shock of white the floated in a nonexistent breeze and his eyes burned with green light. His armor was black and white, emblazoned with a stylized P on the breastplate.

He drifted lower and lower, eyes scanning the debris and various people here and there. His glowing eyes finally fell across Dick, who had been standing slack jawed outside the medical tent holding a neon green rotary phone, and he smiled.

His teeth were sharp.

He descended slowly to the ground and walked forward. His smile only growing as Dick took a nervous step back and hugged the phone to his chest. The man finally stopped after coming face to face with Dick. If you could call it that. He towered over the vigilante.

A tense moment of silence passed.

Then the man cleared his throat.

"Did you ask if his refrigerator was running?"

"Wha-"

"Because that's a classic. Prank call 101." The man grinned. "Or just just pretend that you're their dad."

The phone fell from Dick's nerveless hands.

"DANNY??!"

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Well that was fun! I definitely didn't hours of precious sleep writing this. 👻☎️

Short DPXDC Prompts #997

Young Dick Grayson is wandering in the JL headquarters in the artifacts room. He’s been just looking around, occasionally reading placards that Zatanna or Dr. Fate have added on the items used and its history.

He pauses when he comes across an old green rotary phone. Next to the phone is a small placard. It reads “never pick this up.”

He knows he shouldn’t touch it. He’s in a room full of magical artifacts. There’s no way this won’t come back to bite him. But his curiosity overwhelms him.

He picks up the phone and dials a random number.

It rings.

And rings.

And- “Hello! Fenton speaking! Who am I speaking to?”

Someone answered. —

Danny doesn’t know why this unknown number rang the house phone but ngl, he’s a bit curious. (Nomatter what number you choose, it always goes to the Fentons landline

#dp x dc au #phone line au #outside of time #same dimension #does he become dad danny?#does bruce catch some feels?#does he peace out and dick just has ghost king friend?#YOU DECIDE #writing prompt

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Chapter 2 - Turtle War

What a peaceful night!

Though she fell asleep faster than usual, Kisara experienced not the usual nightmares, sleep paralysis or even the sporadic waking up in the middle of the night - No place like home, they'd say - Yet the peculiarity of her dreams reminded her of the double edged curse she was plagued with. In the bed she hasn't slept in for thirteen years, she dreamt of Kaoru's gruesome death, discarded in a bathtub full of water, like a broken doll, turtles protruding out from inside her body; Bloody and eating her away from within, and about. Blood was everywhere - Crimson, like the exact shade of her hair.

What an unsettling imagery. Clearly, she couldn't let the children know about this picture, yet at the same time, she had to prevent this fatalistic outcome from fulfilling - An ending prophecised, meant to become reality, much akin to the cursed bound to Akira.

Her only way of cheering up a little was to call her brother for a pleasant conversation, make sure he was fine and dandy; And for the rest of the day, she went out shopping for some proper outfits - Not much to wear, as she's been away from this place for so, so long. By the time she was done with her day out, it had already turned evening, and it was time to meet up at the usual place - The Black Rabbit bar. They were going to properly investigate the Yamato Shrine - Or, as much as it was possible.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. The bus driver closed the doors in my face, after he saw me running down the street. How ruthless." Kisara chuckled in amusement, fixing her hair with the used of her pocket mirror. "Don't worry, we just got here ourselves." Akira mentioned, as he nodded in a welcome manner. "That's great to hear. Anything that happened while I was away?" she asked, hoping to hear a negative answer, but it was in vain, as Akira recalled about his 'murky bath water' accident. Kisara look downed down, in deep thought. "I knew I should have given you some incense to burn!" Kaoru mumbled in annoyance, but the more experienced lady could only shake her head. "Incense is more stress, not ghosts." the red head shut her up. "Murky water inside your home means the Urashima woman is making her presence known. She is trying to scare you away - A warning, that if you approach, she will kill you. The more you investigate, the worse they will get." she explained, noticing Seiji shudder slightly from the corner of her eye. "On the field, I can shield you from harm - But at home, there is little I can do. We must purify the spirit as soon as possible." "Then, we'll just have to get more clues on how to do that tonight, right?" Akira asked in question. "Yes, but it certainly won't be easy, especially as neither of you has any prior experience. The trick to this will be to investigate the area and figure out who exactly the Urashima Woman is, the circumstances of her death, and her reason for anguish." Kisara hummed softly. "Usually people who had a brutal death, were horribly wronged, or have strong lingering attachments to something earthly remain trapped in a void, unable to find inner peace and pass on to the after life. That's where we come in. We appease them into moving on." she found herself chuckling slightly. "Consider us Paranormal Therapists." "Great, we are the ghost busters now. Halloween is still a few months away." Seiji pinched the bridge of his nose. "I won't say that I believe in this or not... But even so, did you guys come up with a good idea on how to get into that place?" Seiji asked, relatively shaken. "Yeah. We're sticking with Hazuki lending a hand." Akira explained rapidly. "Not just a hand, but my whole body." Kaoru replied without batting an eye, making Kisara's eyes widen in surprise at her poor choice of words. "My plan will stay a surprise, but I've no doubt that it'll work perfectly." the young one continued nonchalantly. "You... Might wish to reconsider the poor choice of words you've just uttered. In front of two boys. With complete lack of shame or awareness." the crimson lady coughed at the uncomfortable atmosphere. "Let her say what she wants, maybe she's actually telling the truth, not being an idiot with her wording. Look at how confident she is. We're counting on you." Seiji asked, patting her shoulder in amusement. "It's time for us to get going anyway, don't you think?" he asks, extending his hand towards everyone. "Hold on a sec. Hey, Kijima, don't you think we should tell Amanome and Kisara about your Bloodmetry? He probably won't believe it, but Kisara should at least know something about it." Kaoru suggested seriously.

Nodding his head in agreement, Akira explained the way his 'Bloodmetry' ability works; touching the bloodstains on Ami's headphones, he had a vision of her. It was brief, but it spoke to him, as a minor clue about her whereabouts and life-status. In exchange, Kisara told them of a similar ability she has - Not partaining blood alone - If she touches an item with an exorbitant amount of spiritual emotions and memories lingering from a phantasm not yet moved on in the afterlife, she will experience a fragment of their life, through their own eyes. She can see, hear, and even feel everything they did, at the time of the memory. A rather unfortunate party trick which, although helpful in investigation, caused her an unfixable amount of emotional and mental trauma - Especially when it came to investigating Hanayome's rape and suicide, the Kannon soldier's live experimentation or the Masquerade girl's torture and mental insanity.

Although Amanome felt, for a split second, the uncomfortable sentiment he first had when watching a member of the Yakuza torture a criminal who betrayed them. Though he has felt no pity for the next that came after him, he could only imagine the pain Kisara must have felt, dealing with these malevolent spirits - If they even existed, that is. Not only for Kijima, Ami and Aunt Natsumi, but for Kisara's sake also, he will step over his fears and hop on this train wreck to aid them.

In spite of all the inner-turmoil he had about ghosts, Seiji couldn't help but let out another sneaky, snarky comment regarding the way Akira and Kaoru spent some good alone moments together. Of course, it earned a harsh glare from the brunet, who went on ahead to lead the group towards the park. With the reminder that the current guard is a die-hard, fanatic fan of new idol sensation Kuruse Momo, Kaoru put on a silvery-blue wig, added a few face tattoos, whilst Kijima interrogated the much more laid-back and friendly guard.

"How is it? Is it crooked?" Kisara fixed her wig carefully, neating it out, along with the many accessories and outfit, before stepping back and giving her a thumbs up. "Yes, much better." she nodded her head in approval. "Wha... No way..." Seiji raised his eyebrow in surprise. "You seem to have had an Eureka moment. Care to enlighten me?" she looked back and forth between the two, as Kaoru started giggling like a little girl. "Hehehe, Momo Kuruse is here. How's your guardian angel today?" she said in a much softer voice. "I... Still don't get it." the older one gave up with a deep exhale on annoyance. "I-I'm glad Maruhashi isn't here. But, uh... That's one hell of a secret weapon. So you were Momo Kuruse all along." Seiji grimaced, thoroughly flabbergast. "If the security guard is a fan of mine, then this certainly should work, don't you think?" the girl grinned brightly at her shrewd plan. "So you're a singer. Good for you." Kisara looked more confused than anything. "An idol alone gives more of an impact than some girl playing the seduction routine. Even more punch if that's the person's favourite idol... But... Shouldn't you maybe add a bit more padding on the top?" Seiji finished with a mocking remark, which made Kisara's eyes widen slightly. "Seiji, she's just 16 years old, please don't say such things!" though she gasped, shocked at his remark, Kaoru's comment was completely uncaring and indifferent towards such words. "My fans rather prefer smaller." she informed with such nonchalance that it almost disturbed the other girl. "That's... In no way better..." Kaoru left to have a chat with the overly-enthusiastic guard, leaving Kisara and Seiji to look at each other. "Is... This the norm around teenagers these days? Isn't she a little too young for all this?" "You'd think a 16 year old girl would cater to an audience her age - Instead, grown men lust over the most child-like girl I've ever seen." Kisara's bewilderment made him realise she's not encountered a great variety of teenage boy uncouthness, nor creepy old men. Hopefully, it will remain that way. Miss Kisara seemed much too innocent for the ugly tainting of the world.

Although even Kuruse Momo was unable of stepping over the strictness of a #1 idol fan guard on duty, she created a most reliable opening for the lot to sneak in; Whilst she would call him in and chat as Momo, the guard would be far too overly-enthusiastic to observe the other three jumping the fence. Kisara gulped a little, staring at the tall fence. "Don't worry, I can give you a lift." Seiji reassured in a shushed tone, seeing the worry on her face.

"Okay then, Hazuki, you call the guard. I, Amanome and Mashita will go in." Akira stated the definite plan. "Okay, sounds good. I'm going to call now." Kaoru stated firmly, taking out her phone. "Wait, but... Will it be okay... Leaving Kaoru here, all by herself? She's still a child... Ergh... A rather famous child." Kisara cleared her throat awkwardly. "I don't see why not. There's a guard here, and barely anyone comes to these places, especially at night. If you ask me, she's safer than we will be." Seiji shrugged, clearly uncaring of Hazuki's fate. His argument was rather compelling, though the elder girl was worried in particular about the old guard. How many people in position of power don't abuse their influence? "I... Hope you're right." she muttered, sighing as she was in clear minority with her unbased worries.

The plan went flawlessly - As soon as Hazuki dialed the given phone number and the guard picked up, the adventurous trio bolted for the fence; Amanome jumped first, ready to catch his princess as she hops off, aided by the musclehead Kijima. "Are you okay?" he asked chivalrously, his arms tightly secured around the girl, who smiled gratefully at him. "Stop your flirting already, we gotta move fast." Akira snapped at the two, grabbing them both and hurrying deeper into the park, aiming for the boat place.

Before they got there, they noticed a rather peculiar pacifier laying innocently in the empty fountain - Though as soon as Akira removed the baby item, water started spraying and splashing everywhere, scaring them half to death. "That scared the shit out of me, jeez..." Seiji cringed, putting his hand over his heart. "Y-Yeah... My faint heart can't handle all of this sudden scares." though Kisara whined, something else caught her attention. "... A pacifier in the fountain, and now, an old stroller appearing out of nowhere. This is definitely the work of the Urashima woman." she muttered, only to see the poor boy flinch. "Don't say that..." Seiji's eye twitched in slight panic. "Forgive me... I didn't mean to upset you." the boy sighed, shaking his head; It wasn't her fault he was so terrified of supernatural bullshit like this.

Throughout their investigation of the place, they found a metal wire, a towel-ket, a tie pin, a dirty neck tie and a bloody hair decoration. A little nervous, Akira and Kisara looked at each other, knowing they had to touch the evidence, to find out a piece of information to put together the puzzle needed to resolve the mystery behind the Urashima Woman's death. The two touched the hair accessory in tandem, each getting transported into their own vision; Regardless, Seiji was incredibly freaked out, as neither of his friends was responding in any way to his callings, and he was all alone, in a supposedly haunted park, with the baby items said to have belonged to that damn ghost.

Though Akira looked unmoving and unphazed, not sketching a single expression on that already stone face of his; In perfect contrast to Kisara and the clearly horrified look on that otherwise angelic visage, her whole body was trembling softly like a leaf in the spring breeze, and it almost looked as though she was whimpering, like his own dog, Yuki, when she's afraid.

In her vision, Kisara wasn't near the fountain anymore, nor was she flanked protectively by Akira and Seiji; Instead, she was surrounded by turtles of all sizes, and all she could feel was pain. She was drowning miserably, her mind was dizzy, her vision blurry and her lungs were burning desperately for oxygen. She was a good swimmer, so why couldn't she move her limbs and swim up to the surface, to her freedom, to her survival? Why was she feeling so heavy, as though invisible shackles were dragging her down to the depths of the abyss?

In her struggle with agony, the only thing she could see clearly was the reflection of a spirit resembling a heavily pregnant woman, shrieking in such a high pitched voice that it was inhuman - Almost like Hanayome screeching her grief into the world; A sound so painful, so filled with anguish, that it thrilled Kisara's heart with sadness. She was just a mother, seeking her dear baby. How tragic.

However tragic Urashima Woman's situation was, Kisara's was tenfold - In that reflection, she also saw herself, her body, twisted in such abnormal, awkward, unnatural angles; So unnerving, that compelled Kisara to shut her eyes tightly and pray herself back to reality, into her own, real body. As soon as her eyes snapped back open, Kisara's legs weakened to such a degree, that fell down on her knees, panting for air and clawing at her neck for air; She was still drowning, she thought, or at least so dictated the impending panic attack. Akira, although not affected to such a degree, was gasping for air, having come out of his vision also.

"H-Hey...?! Are you okay?" Seiji asked petrified, kneeling next to the girl, who merely nodded; She looked completely drained of energy. "I saw her... The Urashima woman... Is real..." Akira stated between his deep breaths. "And the story of the college girl... Is also very real... And much creepier than the rumours said." the girl shivered a little. "D-Did you... Actually see something from that blood?" Seiji asked in a soft voice, unwilling to believe such a shitty party magic trick. "Yeah... We did." Kisara nodded her head, standing up with a little help. "I saw what happened to the college girl. Her body was twisted by the ghost like a capricious child playing with a marionette, then discarded her in the water, to drown, unable to swim back to the surface, while the turtles gnawed at her flesh." Seiji shivered at the overly-descriptive scenario. "C-Come on, seriously... There's no way... That's impossible... Please, don't make up things like that, it's not fun to tease me that way." he mumbled in a mousy voice, which made Kisara sigh, pulling the boy in a tight hug. "Don't worry. I won't let her harm you." she said, cooing into his ear and rubbing his back, comforting him the same way she did to all victims of the Death mark. "I couldn't believe it either, but I saw it myself." Akira explained, nodding curtly. He might be tough, but even he wasn't getting any thrill or excitement out of watching people die in torturous ways. "And that hair ornament wasn't here yesterday. Neither were the pacifier or the stroller. I think Kisara is right, the ghost brought them there." "I think the hair ornament was the college girl's, rather." Kisara chimed in quickly. "A-Are you saying the ghost of the college girl brought it...?" Seiji asked, cringing even more at the idea of not one, but two ghosts around them. "I couldn't say for sure." she muttered, patting his shoulder.

Though when they next went to explore the place, the stroller had somehow moved in a completely different place altogether, fact which frightened the poor Yakuza prince half to death, to the point of holding on to the girl's hand, almost breaking it.

"There's a book here. Something about Prenatal yoga for a blissful delivery. And there's a bloodstain on it." Akira stated as he got near them. "Gah, another vision already?" Kisara whined, glaring at the bloodstained book. "Fine, whatever. Let's get this over with." as she dared touch the dreadful book, the Crimson Knight found herself in a complete state of panic and claustrophobia, engulfed into an abyssmal void surrounding her; Trapped in a cramped contraption and thrown into the lake, while a maleficent female voice spoke to me - She must have been the one who threw her in the water, Kisara concluded, falling pray to the darkness taking over her vision as she drowned, on the bottom of the Urashima Lake. "Is it only me, or do these things get worse?" Akira asked, trying to regain his senses. "A-Ah..." Kisara coughed pitifully. "I think our little ghost was trapped and thrown in the lake to drown..." she whimpered softly. "Yeah, they are getting worse." though nowhere as bad as those she experienced during the Death Mark ghosts.

As she was ruffling her already messy hair, Kisara froze, pointing towards the lake. "I... Don't want to alarm you, but our ghostie wants to have a little chat with us." she chuckled dryly, stepping in front of the boys. "Be good and don't intervene, will you?" "You can't tell me you're going to have an all-right brawl with the ghost." Akira asked sarcastically. "Watch and learn, newbie." that smirk was enough to stun even the trembling Amanome, who was now focusing on the vixen and the way she was ready to deal with that spirit. How can she appear so strong and confident when a malevolent ghost is there to rip them to shreds? How can she look so aloof, stepping in front of them so carefree, so sure of herself.

"My... Stroller...What are you... Doing...?" the inhuman voice of the spirit woman got carried by the wind. "I'm looking for someone." her voice was loud and clear, so much so that not even Seiji detected even a sprinkle of hesitation or fear. "The... The baby.... Tell me..." she started panting as if she was getting more agitated, and with each pant, Kisara started to feel as if she was drowning. With one hand tightly fisted in her coat pocket, doing an active effort of stopping herself from reaching to her throat and claw for some oxygen, her other hand pointed to the large belly of the phantasm. "You are carrying your baby." came her deadpan rely, though the ghost went crazy from such an answer. "Why... Stomach... Why...?" she asked in a low voice, before completely vanishing; Kisara started coughing again, happy to regain her ability to breathe once more. "Is it... Over...?" Seiji's freaked out voice could be heard with a meek vibrato. "For now, yes." she nodded. "Are you guys okay?" they looked both concerned and very much relieved. "I'll just say... I'm fucking glad we didn't die just now." Akira exhaled deeply in relief. "You didn't believe me when I said I wouldn't let spirits harm you." she chuckled lightly. "I am pretty reliable, don't you think? It comes from many years of experience... And a lot of trauma." her empty smile sent a shudder down Seiji's spine. "Hey. Seiji, look at me." she stepped in front of the shaken up boy, cupping his face gently. "It is over. You don't have to fear her anymore. You are safe with me." "I-I just c-can't believe what I just saw." he replied after taking a few seconds to pull himself together. "I promise I won't let her get close to you." she tilted his head down just a little, reaching up to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead, which seemingly managed to calm him down slightly. "Just trust me." "I trust you." the boy found himself muttering. He wasn't sure what urged him to feel that way, let alone speak such words, but something about her was making him feel... Safe. His intuition was never wrong - He was sure it was fine to trust her.

Taking some time to discuss the objects that belonged to the woman, and the latest vision, the trio concluded the Urashima ghost was most likely killed by the Tamate sanctum - Thus, they needed to get one of the boats working somehow to get there. Their next destination was by the shack to get the much needed equipment; Seiji volunteered to pick the lock - Not only to get his mind away from the ghost encounter, but to show off his skills in front of his crush.

"It's a cheap cylinder lock. How basic, I can open this easily." he boasted, trying to sound confident in front of her. "Oh, really? That's rather impressive." Kisara hummed appreciatively at him. "That's the son of a Yakuza for you." Akira spoke in surprise. "Whoa, hey, that has nothing to do with this. I had my own reasons for learning." Seiji refuted, almost offended. "Would it be too much to ask for the reasons?" Kisara smiled, clearly curious out of her mind. Such stories were always the best. "Well, with a smile like that, I can't hold anything against you, Kisara. A while back, I was convinced Pops had locked up a gun in the safe in his study. I had a phase where I was all about them, so I went through a lot of trouble to open it, so I pretty much learned the basics of picking locks." he explained with a victorious smirk on his face. "Ohh, ambitious, I like it! So, was it really there?" she asked, very excited by the story. "Yeah, it was there, all right. A fine, gun-shaped LIGHTER, appearing real in every way right down to the weight. Apparently a friend from Sicily gave it to him." Seiji complained in annoyance. "Pfffff, well that was funny! Your dad must have a real sense of humour, alright!" she stifled her chuckle, but he only shook his head. "It's a real problem for the family." he sighed. "Oh, I got off topic, let's focus on this. But I'm glad I could amuse you with my story." he smirked lightly at her, before turning back to the lock. "I will need some tools to pick this. I can do it with random junk... A tension wrench stand-in and a thin, sturdy metal wire. Give me two decent subtitutes and I might be able to work something out." Seiji explained, as Akira opened his bag to see what he managed to pick up. "I... Don't think I have anything that works, for now. Let's go look around, maybe we can find something good on the way." Akira suggested, while they agreed and made their way to the lake... Only to find a boat ashore? That's new.

"Amanome, give me a hand." Akira ordered, suggesting they do a chain so they can get the boat ashore. "Sure, but I'm ashore." Seiji nodded simply, walking to the boat. "Uh... Why?" the brunet looked at him with confusion. "I don't want to have my outfit dirty in front of Miss Kisara. That would be unsightly of me, don't you think? You're in black, so it's fine. Come on, let's do it." Akira took his hand and leaned further, having faith and not falling in the water, thankfully, only to get... A broken umbrella. "That's a rather sad trophy of our team work." Seiji huffed mockingly. "Can't this umbrella skeleton thingy be used as a tension wrench? It's worth a try, right?" Kisara quickly asked. "And we can use the hair ornament in place of the metal wire." Akira suggested, agreeing with her. "Hm.... That could work. I approve. You pass. Congratulations." the chestnut haired boy nodded.

Returning to the shack, Kisara watched intently as Akira dismantles the umbrella with Seiji's instructions - The Yakuza boy then started working on the lock - Within less than ten whole seconds, he was all but done, shocking both watchers. Yeah, he sure did like to show off. With the much needed praise earned from the girl, Kijima looted the boat oars and was ready to go for the boats - Only to get a warning call from Hazuki, telling them the guard was on his way, and they had to get the hell outta there before they get caught.

"No good. A guard." Seiji muttered, instinctively stepping in front of the girl "What do we do? Should we make a circle around the park and make sure he doesn't see us?" Kisara whispered, clearly not having experience in sneaking around like that. "Or should we dive for the bushes over there?" he suggested quickly. "It's kinda far. It'd be easier to knock him out." Akira shrugged, putting his fist in his other hand. "So barbaric. Ever try solving your problems withOUT using your fists? You're in front of a lady, be mindful!" the yakuza heir scolded the fighter. "Or... Maybe we can distract him." the girl thought, picking up a rock from the ground and throwing it at the guard's hand, making him gasp and drop his flashlight in shock. "Nice aim, Kisara!" Seiji praised, with a wide smirk on his face. "My brother's a detective. I'm stopping at that." she muttered. "Now come on, let's hide!" she grabbed their arms and his in the bushes. "Hey?! Where'd you hide?!" the guard cried out threateningly. "Can you distract him with another rock?" Amanome asks, as she picked up another rock. "Hmm... I can't hit him again, it will throw our location away. Akira, can you hit that lamp post? It should confuse him enough." she handed the rock to Akira, who only scoffed. "Piece of cake." he said, and rightfully so, as he managed to make it shatter. "What do we do now?" she whisper, biting her lip. "Amanome, you go first with Mashita. I will go after that. That way we can back each other on the go." Akira suggests, and nodding, the boy in cause grabbed her hand and bolted for the entrance. This time, he was the one boosting her up, though her landing wasn't very ceremonious.

"Did you get hurt?" the boy asked with worry, having heard her little squeak of pain. Not the best landing. "I will be okay. Thank you for the help." she smiled at him. "Should we call the guard and distract him away from Akira?" the girl asked. "Yeah, sounds good." he nodded, walking towards Hazuki. "Glad you're safe, guys! But where is Akira?" the girl asks in concern, looking behind the duo. "Give me the guard's phone number." the boy ordered her, basically taking away the phone from her hands. "Hey, what are you doing?!" she glared at him, raising her voice in anger. "Your phone looks so stupid, no wonder you're still a child." he mocked her absent-mindedly as he called the guard. It almost looked like mocking her became a born reflex. "We're rescuing Akira, so calm down, please. You're too loud for this hour of the night." Kisara patted the girl on the head, calming her down, as Amanome chatted the guard up, long enough for the brunet boy to appear in sight. "Oh, you're back! When I saw Amanome and Kisara come by themselves, I started panicking. He then took away my phone, like a jerk. Honestly, I thought he left you behind, but I knew Kisara wouldn't do such a thing. If it weren't for her, I would have been so close to slapping him!" she said all that with a bright grin, making Kisara sighed, aggravated. "Why must everything retort to violence for you two?" she whined. "You are perfect for each other." "I am shocked and offended. Do I look so coldhearted that I'd do that to my best friend?" his voice was mock-hurt, yet his face remained as stoic and passive as always. "I could have gone without your help." Akira shrugged, looking away, making it obvious that he felt embarrassed. "Aww, look at you being shy." Seiji cooed at his best friend, who started growling. "Don't make me punch you." he threatened, already seemingly preparing his fists. "Okay, okay, enough for now, let's just go home and sleep. I think we deserve it." Kisara patted the boy awkwardly on his shoulder, making him back up. "Come on, lovebirds, quit messing around and let's get out of here. The guard could be back any time soon." Kaoru giggles, walking ahead, followed by Akira. "How rude of you to assume that I would want anyone but Miss Kisara to be my little dove." Amanome chuckled lightly, putting his arm around her shoulder as they rushed away from there. "At least I'm glad you're not fixated on my aunt anymore." Akira shrugged nonchalantly. "Mrs. Natsumi is 40. I may like elegant and mature women, but I don't want to get to be a widower by the time I reach my middle age." Seiji replied with a shrug.

On the way back to the station, the four of them discussed the shock of realising the rumours of the Urashima woman, along with her ghost, were all true and based - Fact which unnerved Seiji to no end. However, a person blocked their path further; A middle-aged man, wearing a scowl as well as he was wearing his Ozzy Osburne shades and his long black hair, tied back neatly. He was holding such an intimidating aura that screamed danger. They were in deep trouble.

"What were you doing at Yamato Shrine? The place is off limits at night right now. Why are a bunch of punks coming out of there at this time of night?" he asked without a second of hesitation. "What is your excuse?" Kisara chimed in, stepping in front of the trio and looking up at the man towering over her, crossing her arms with deep arrogance, as Seiji subtly stopped Akira from becoming violent. "Surely, if you saw us there, you must have been yourself present." she smirked up at him with no fear. "Being outside of the closed gate doesn't make me a culprit." he refuted simply, crossing his arms, mimicking her. "And how do you know it was us? Do you have any proof? It's rather shady of you to go to some kids and throw around baseless accusations, don't you think? An old man like you should see to his business... And maybe retire." she shrugged, provoking him further.

"I-I'm not that old, damn it." he was pissed off at having his age called out like that. "And I have proof, I took pictures of you going inside the shrine. Your childish provokations won't work on me, Mashita Kisara. Or should I say... Hasashi Kitsune? Step-sister of the detective from H-city, Mashita Satoru who got discharged because of allegations of sexual assault? What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be playing around with your puppies and kittens like the good little vet you are?" the man talked so freely about her past as if he had known her for ages. How creepy. "The fact that you know all that makes it obvious that you're some sleezy and super creepy stalker, and I'm going to report you to the police for that. Following kids around, especially an underage girl, taking stealthy pictures of minors, researching buried information like that... Tsk tsk, don't tell me you're some cheap unemployed-...Oh, pardon me, I meant to say, a FREELANCER journalist? You lost all your money on bets and now you come to some kids to steal their pocket money? Man, you're a different kind of low." she huffed, holding in her anger wonderfully well, whereas the stranger was getting physical. "Now, listen here, you foul-mouthed missy!" his voice went lower and deeper, as he grabbed her face and forced her to look up at him. "First of all, not everyone wants to waste a lifetime on a degree that's only good for playing with some mangy mutts. Some of us like to earn money and live a real life. Secondly, I do what I have to do to get a new hit on the paper, and I don't care how I achieve that. I know the law inside out, there's no plot hole you can find that I wouldn't know or have taken advantage of, prior to this moment. So tell me, before I call the cops, what were you doing at the Yamato shrine?" the man threatened, his face very close to mine. "I don't think you should be touching a lady like that, nor talk in such a barbaric way to her." Seiji called out the man, ready to slap his hand away, only to hear a low threat coming from the most innocent person there. "Unhand me, or I will rip you to shreds." all four around were shocked to hear such a blatant death threat from the otherwise docile girl. "Oh, little kitty found her claws and wants to play with the drapes? Ha! How adora---"

Before the stranger could taunt her further, he found himself slamming onto the ground, his throat pressed with the girl's knee, his hands pinned above his head, and his precious artery threatened with a sharp scalpel blade. The stranger looked up into the girl's eyes - The shock from the masterfully practice self-defense move, and the pain surging down his spine had dissipated, and only the tragic realisation remained. He knew, better than most, that people practice self defense only out of need, not out of having a peaceful life. It wasn't difficult for him to piece together the puzzle brought before him.

Her eyes were wide and petrified, almost lost in dissociation and a spiral of raw fear - Like an abused animal defending herself for the first time. It wasn't like he was going to hurt her - Though even he has to admit, he stepped out of line. Grabbing her like that was unbecoming of a man his agee, especially with a girl like her. "I know who gave you that information. If I find out you continue associating with him, I will drop your body in battery acid and relish in your screams as your flesh is melted off your bones." threats that made even a grown man shudder weren't exactly fun, even for someone seasoned like him. "Fine, I get it, I get it." his voice went much calmer now, as if to sooth the terrified beast within her. "You know how sharp scalpels are, don't you?" she leaned down, whispering into his ear. Her crimson hair acted as perfect curtains for the show. "If you as much as tell him my location - I will make sure you experience their sharpness first hand." "I'm a negotiator and information dealer, not a villain. I came here to extort you of information on the ghost, not threaten you with your ex." slowly, Kisara backed down. "I'm a journalist, not a criminal. I'm just doing my job here." "You better keep onto that. I have my ways of safely disposing of a dead body." still cautious, Kisara pulled back the scalpel in her sleeve and released the stranger's hands, standing up.

"If you are done harassing women - "

Seiji's voice was cold like the harsh wind of winter whipping against your skin, stepping protectively in front of Kisara for the second time in to nights. It was getting annoying - What gave these men the entitlement to even look at her, let alone grab her with their filthy hands? Don't they know women are sensitive? What if she gets bruised?

"It's dark outside. Any picture you may have of us, potentially, would not look as true evidence." he spoke in a light, professional way, even though his eyes were burning with anger. "You talk big. All grown up. You don't seem to be afraid of anything at all. Isn't that right... Amanome Seiji?" the journalist spoke Seiji's name with a dark tone, almost as if he revealed a huge secret. "What, you're playing in daddy's shoes to impress older girls?" "Ah, you know who I am." his voice now became ice cold and sharp. "Oh yeah, I know very well. You're the only son of the boss of the Amanome family, Taizou Amanome." he spoke as if he was talking to a criminal. "Treating me like a criminal because I'm a Yakuza son is a violation of my civil rights." he refuted easily, almost as if offended. "Stop pretending like you're innocent. I know who you are under that sheep disguise. I know very well what sort of shithead you really are. Profiting off fights betting is just a start. You use that money and your underworld ties to dig up people's weaknesses and threaten them! I hear politicians and high ranking members of the police force are already in your pocket! Quite the balls are your age!" his voice raised by an octave, accusatory yet almost somewhat impressed. "No wonder you must retort to vulgar speech and threats - You look at the accomplishments of a man half your age, and realise - You will never come even close to him. It must be tough, being such a failure. How can you live with yourself? If I was so pathetic, I'd have long since killed myself." the stranger scowled at the nasty comment coming from the red head who almost killed him. "Ah, there was an opinion piece like that in one of those trashy weekly rags. 'The Prince of Threats lurks in the darkness of Shinza! The truth revealed!' was it? Although, as I recall, this so-called 'Prince of Threats' wasn't named." Amanome's face twisted in something resembling a weird kind of pleasure mocking him. "Woaw... That's the sort of click-bait title only some trash excuse of a so-called writer like you could come up with. It was you who wrote it, correct?" Kisara also chimed in with her denigrating comments. "Oh, if that's the case, this must make you the rumoured Ban." Seiji nodded, realising who he was dealing with. "You know of me, I'm honoured. I guess that article put a bit of fear into you." this so-called Ban smirked in victory. "No... I only remembered because the headline was so tasteless. Mister Ban, would it be fine with you if you withdraw for today? It's not exactly pleasant being defamed in front of my crush." he sighed, not defeated though, as he pulls a few 10k yen bills out of his wallet. "Sure, fine." his smile was vulgar as he snatched the money away from Seiji's delicate hand. "I'll give you some time to consider. I'm nice toward children like that." he finished, making the girl scoff. "Oh, yes, very nice. Nice enough to rob them of their money, huh? It's no surprise you're nothing but a scumbag with no professional success." she looked at him with disgust. "Business is business, no matter what shape or form. I'll make contact with you another time. Look forward to it. Don't think you can run. I already know what you look like." he sneered directly at her, before turning on his heel and leaving that place. "As if you're worth running away from." she spoke back, but he seemed to get an amused smirk on his face. "What about spirits? Do you run away from them when they attack you? You know very well what it's like to hunt them, don't you, Crimson Knight? If you haven't died by now, you must be aware of the value information holds." without even saying goodbye, the man left the angered girl and the rest of the crew the relish in the silence of the streets.

As Akira felt himself growling slightly at the evident extortion they went through, and Hazuki was still afflicted by the shock of everything they experienced, Seiji turned to look at the red head girl, who evidently was processing the events that jsut unfolded "Are you alright, Kisara?" Seiji asked, gently fixing her slightly out of place strands of hair.

The girl looked up at him, with such an innocent smile that it painfully hurt; Dripping with poison and a murderous intent. "I have a... Sudden urge to perform vivisection on that guy... And wipe away that stupid smirk off his face. Who does he think he is, speaking to me like that?! Digging out information from long-buried graves? And what's his deal with spirits?!" she spat out venom and carnage. "And why'd you let him take your money like that?! That deadbeat doesn't deserve to even look at you, let alone feel any kind of victory out of extorting you."

However right she was, Seiji was compelled to simply smile and shake his head. His hands found their rightful spot ofer her shoulders, squeezing them lightly in an attempt at calming down her anger. "Dealing with that kind of people is always bothersome, but it's best for him to keep his mouth shut. I will make sure to find out one way or another about his information source. His name is Naomasa Ban, he's an infamous unethical writer type. Hoodlums who dig into the dealings of Yakuza and businesses to find scandals to profit off of." he spoke seriously, yet his voice was so soothing that it seemed to do the trick, and he felt her muscles lose their tension, little by little. "Don't worry your pretty head over him; Whatever it is that's bothering you so, I will deal with it."

Kisara looked up into his gorgeous eyes, so soft yet so mature and sincere - And she sighed, shaking her head. "I think that's an issue even you cannot solve." then, she smiled at him, genuine this time. "Never mind that. It is getting late. I think we've dealt with enough problematics dangers for a single night." "Kisara - You forget who I am." she shook her head, but said nothing more. "Let's meet up tomorrow again. If anything happens to either of you, just call me, and we'll solve the issue." Kisara said with a passive, impersonal smile. "Good night." Though she turned around to leave, Seiji and Akira followed, flanking her. "You didn't think I'd let you go home by yourself, did you?" the boy chuckled simply.

On their way home, they briefly discussed aspects of Kakuya's curse, her words, her threats, maybe even her potential location. In the meantime, Seiji called his associates to make sure they gather all the relevant and irrelevant information they could on Naomasa Ban - And in the end, they went around a little convenience store, where they met up with a hulky fat guy with an awful hairstyle and a sleazy-looking mug face; He seemed to be a sort-of slave for the Yakuza boy - Boy, who rather enjoyed tormenting this Maruhashi guy, who could only tremble and sweat in fear and intimidation. He hadn't paid his monthly due, and he was afraid the boss will be informed if he doesn't continue to do a good job.

"I have to buy some stuff from the convenience store. Miss Kisara, would you join me? I know it's pretty late, but I will walk you home either way." he smiled softly, watching the girl do her own shopping idly. "It's quite a nice change of pace - Doing something so mundane and... Domestic, even - After all the mess we've gone through" she hummed idly - Only to see the boy paying for her stuff also. Though she tried to protest, he simply brushed her off. "I can't let a lady pay." he chuckled as he made Maruhashi carry everything. "Haven't you wasted enough money already? You really needn't." Seiji couldn't help but hum in amusement, seeing how uncomfortable she was over a simple act of charity. "Wasted money? I'd rather call it a thank you - After stepping in front of that ghost for us, it's the least bit of gratitude I could show." he shrugged simply, looking ahead.

There was no room for arguing with the Yakuza prince, so Kisara dropped the subject entirely, opting for a much lighter conversation, such as the upcoming movies coming up on theaters, and even going as far as to agree to a movie date, once something interesting gets screening.

It wasn't sure how time worked, yet for the two, whenever they talked, time seemed to be passing by alarmingly fast; Thus, they found themselves in front of Kisara's home - Only to see the front door covered in mud. Their breathing stopped, and the girl thought the worst - Not the ghost following her home, but that somehow Ban actually gave away her home address, and this was her stalker ex going out of his way to terrify her, to threaten her, to make his presence known. That... That was a most terrifying thought.

With a heavy heart and shaking hands, Kisara unlocked the door. "Let me go first." the boy volunteered. "Maybe someone broke into your house." yes, that's the most logical train of thought. Slowly, he opened the door; No one seemed to be there, in the apartment - Yet a rather large trail of mud and murky water led towards the bathroom. "How unsettling..." the girl took a deep breath - This wasn't her ex, she realised quickly - This was the work of the Urashima Woman. "Seiji, stand back. This isn't an intruder - Or, at least, not in the physical aspect." the boy froze immediately, watching the girl swiftly open the bathroom door, only to curse. The lights inside were open, and the shower water was running. "You okay?!" he looked at the scene before him, the water in the bathtub slimy and murky, and overflowing. "This stupid ghost has no mind for my bills!" the girl groaned, quickly turning the water tap off and lifting her sleeve up, she scowled as she reached to drain the bathtub. "The water and electricity went up recently - This is going to cost me a fortune. Do I look like I have a money tree in my kitchen or what?" "You can't possibly think this was the work of the... The g-ghost, right?" Seiji gulped tragically. "Maybe a robber of something?" "A robber would have stolen something, not ruin my precious bathroom." she sighed softly. "The Urashima woman drowned in the lake. With all the water around... I've got a lot of cleaning out to do." she joked weakly. "And I also think Akira is a victim to ghost pranking." "Will you be okay, staying here all by yourself?" the boy asked, feeling on the edge. "You can always stay at my place - I've got a few empty guest rooms - Or I could try to find you a nice hotel?" the girl shook her head. "What if it attacks you while you're asleep?" "I..." Kisara peeked at the muddy trails. "I have faced far worse things before. I should be able to manage dealing with a few water splashes." though she tried to appear convincing, her smile was faltering. "Thank you for everything, Seiji." "Instead of thanking me - How about you call me, if anything happens?" her smile sweetened, and she nodded. "Okay. We have a deal." she promised. "Rest well, Seiji. Sweet dreams, and don't forget to text me when you get home."

With a hum of acknowledgement, the boy planted a soft kiss on her forehead, before leaving for his home. At once, Kisara cleaned up all the dirty trails - By the time she was done, it was already late into the night. Once she heard the notification sound, coming from a text by Seiji, and she quickly replied back. After a light dinner, she was finally content going to sleep - Making sure the door and the windows are locked tight, Kisara fell asleep to the thought of ways to purify the Urashima woman successfully, and make sure nobody came to harm...

Or worse.

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