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Imp & Skizz moments (1/?):
Skizz :
I can catch one of them. Let's go, Impulse .
Impulse :
I didn't volunteer.
Skizz :
A stake out needs two people! Think, Impulse . Who's gonna watch all the crime stuff while the other one eats a hoagie?
#imp and skizz#the father figures we never knew we needed#what is their duo name though?????#skizzpulse#but not really#lol#idk what life is any more#misswifi lols#misswifi incorrect quotes#hc incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#phasmophobia#giggs phasmophobia#hermitcraft#idk what to tag more#im tired lol#day 6
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GIGGS PHASMO AGERE HCS :3
grain: flip!
•grian usually regresses around the ages 3-5 (very occasionally 1-2)
•his main cg is impulse! but skizz and gem care for him as well!
-he's scar's main caregiver and is interactive with the little
-it's hard to keep scar entertained for long but grian has cared for him for so long that the little's short attention span doesnt phase him anymore and grian always finds another way to grab his attention again
-when he regresses he's surprisingly chill in contrast from how he acts when big
-he chews on EVERYTHING! no emf reader is safe!
-he doesnt talk much when little and uses communication cards attached to a lanyard with parrots on it
-he loves listening to music the most, especially game osts and he stims to them vocally and physically
-he also never does anything without his signature red sweater
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impulse: flip with no lean!
•regresses around the ages 2-4
•his main cg is skizz!
-he's very gentle in general but that doesn't mean his chaoticness goes away
-he's very playful with all the littles and adapts pretty well to their needs
-he's works out so he can try to carry the his littles around. he can! but only for short distances
-even though skizz carries the mom bag™, he usually packs it and uses it the most
-when he's regresses, at first, he's very shy and embarrassed. he feels he shouldnt regress since he caregives so much. but once he's reassured and calms down, he is chaos incarnate.
-he loves playing pretend and just running around in general. and since he works out, he's got a lot of stamina; it takes hours to get him to calm down for a nap or for bed
-he doesn't have trouble with "i dont wamna go to bed" bu he's so energetic that he cant sit still long enough to fall asleep for bed/a nap. skizz has to carefully plan ways for him to waste his energy than lull him to bed with a warm drink and tons of blankets and cuddles. skizz has gotten pretty good at it
-he loooooves playdates, especially with gem bc she's the only one who can keep up with his energy levels
-he's an expert at comfy clothes! wanting or changing into comfy clothes is a big giveaway that he's regressed/regressing
-he gives everyone nicknames and everyone has a nickname for when their big, small, or caring
-his favorite item is a cow rattle he had when he was physically little
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gem: flip! and with a lean towards regressing as a big sis regressor!
•regresses around the ages of 6-9
•she says she prefers to regress alone but skizz ends up being her main cg
-very sassy
-she always tries to continue the ghost work even when regressed despite being scared
-she's a gaming kid, can be found playong every console she can get her hands on
-she has to have her hair pulled up some way when regressed, which is impulse's job! when gem is feeling older, she asks impulse braid her hair in complex braids. all of which end up messy by the end of the day
-she also loves coloring! she could color for hours! but skizz makes sure she takes plenty of breaks
-her favorite tv show is monster high!
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scar: regressor all the way
•regresses around the ages 0-3
•his main cg is grian!
-he mainly involuntarily regresses, which doesnt make ghost hunting easy
-decorates his cane and wheelchair with bright colorful stickers
-when he regresses on a hunt, he sits in the van with grian and watches Wild Kratts
-he is VERY chatty when regressed. is he understandable? no, not really, but everyone still pretends to understand and reacts accordingly to his babbles
-he uses pull ups with cats doodled on them as a design, its the only kind he'll wear
-his favorite plushie is his jellie plushie which he carries with him everywhere, regressed or not
-he loves playing with toys but he doesnt play with the same toy for more than 10 minutes, aside from giant legos. if you look away for more than a minute, he'll have built a skyscraper
-it is impossible to put him down for a nap. only grian can but even then, he struggles. he just wants to stay up and play!
-grian always inlists impulse to pull up his hair bc that kid gets food in his hair no matter how hard grian tries to avoid it
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skizz: flip! with cg lean!
•regresses around the ages 5-7
•his main cg is impulse!
-he's a very energetic cg and mostly arranges things like playdates and days out
-he's also the one to carry a mom bag™ with surprise gear
-if one of the other members of giggs is stressed, he's usually the one to coax them into regressing
-he is veerrrryyyy warm so everyone huddles near him or hugs him when their cold to leech off his body heat
-when he regresses, he's very quiet and cuddly. he clings to impulse and barely leaves his side
-he also cries and gets embarrassed very easily
-gem tries to get him to participate in activities but he mostly just wants to cuddle with someone. he'll join in on playing if he feels like it.
-he carries around his comfort plushie which is a lamb plushie named Baa
-if he feels comfortable, he vocal stims A LOT. mostly just humming or repeating one word at a time. he accidentally hums himself to sleep sometimes
-impulse carries a blanket for him everywhere they go just in case
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group:
-they all take care of each other if one's main cg is unavailable
-playdates are a must and take place in the van more than it should. please dont let grian have the emf readers btw.
-gem's and scar's coloring pages are tacked up everywhere they can fit in the van
#age regression#sfw agere#agere#sfw age regression#fandom agere#giggs#team giggs#phasmophobia#giggs phasmo#giggs phasmophobia#giggs agere#giggs age regression#giggs phasmo agere#giggs phasmophobia agere#giggs phasmo age regression#skizzleman#grianmc#grian#impulsesv#impulse#geminitay#scar#gtwscar#gtws#goodtimeswithscar#headcanons#headcanon#secret scribbles
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The GIGGS & Co. mega-compilation
(HUGE volume and flashing lights warning)
#I planned to keep track of what clips came from where#but that very quickly fell apart#my apologies#phasmophobia#gigs phasmo#gigs#team gigs#giggs#team giggs#goodtimeswithscar#gtwscar#gtws#grian#impulsesv#impulse sv#imp and skizz#skizzleman#compilation
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The ghost when GIGGS ghostbusts them
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giggs :)))
#fanart#hermitblr#hermitcraft#traffic smp#trafficblr#mcyt#gigs#team gigs#giggs#team giggs#gigs phasmo#phasmophobia#geminitay#geminitay fanart#impulsesv#impulsesv fanart#skizz#skizzleman#grian#gtws#goodtimeswithscar#karukaru art
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theres this moment in grians most recent phasmo video (phasmophobia but its the stinkiest of ghosts) where him and impulse were looping the ghost and he finds out impulse dipped and he goes all "where did you go? you just left me? wait- i was doing that by myself?!" and impulse is all "you did great!"
the dad vibes have never been stronger, it feels like when you're learning to ride a bike and you find out dad let go and you've been riding on your own lol
#dadpulse#arizona dads#giggs phasmo#gigs phasmo#giggs#gigs#grian#impulsesv#skizzleman#geminitay#phasmophobia#pixls things
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woah it's g
slightly late spooky grian phasmo art but that's on brand isn't it lolol
below a test watercolor scrap and the initial sketch i made a month ago
and image descriptions below !!
[1st ID: A traditional watercolor and gel pen art of Grian. He is lounging on an office chair with the back rest turned down. He is looking over his shoulder at the viewer with a smirk on his face, with one hand up holding a cup with a straw in it. His other hand hangs down over the armrest, in his grasp a walkie talkie. A yellow speech bubble with the text: "G? You there?" emits from the speaker. On Grian's left there is a desk with three static-filled monitors on it, and a pc below. The background is dark with three white cartoony ghosts circling around him, and the texts "Phasmophobia: Van life" above him and "Starring: GIGGS" below him. End of ID.]
[2nd ID: A small watercolor test painting of Grian in the same angle, only now cut just so that his face, shoulders and the hand holding the cup sre visible. End of ID.]
[3rd ID: A pen sketch of the initial idea, the composition is much the same but without the text and slightly more squished looking. End of ID.]
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started rewatching giggs phasmophobia because of the new impulse vod on the new update (close ups under breaks. i reworked skizz and scar a bit)
#hermitcraft#impulsesv#impulsesv fanart#giggs#team gigs#gigs phasmophobia#phasmophobia#grian fanart#geminitay#geminitay fanart#skizzleman fanart#goodtimeswithscar fanart#impulse fanart
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little doodle of the phasbros
#art#artists on tumblr#digital art#hermitcraft#hermitcraft fanart#impulsesv fanart#impulsesv#imp and skizz fanart#imp and skizz#skizzleman#skizzleman fanart#gigs phasmo#phasmophobia#giggs phasmo
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Do you like giggs phasmo?
Do you also like angsty pop rock?
Do you not mind flashing lights? (flashing lights cw)
Well I have the animatic for you!
The happy fits "get a job" turned giggs phasmo animatic!
youtube
I have watched it five times and am still not normal about it
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/gen question, if GIGS were ghosts types in phasmophobia, who would be what? Grian is the mimic cuz wild life and also just cuz I think it fits
#grian#impulsesv#skizzleman#geminitay#goodtimeswithscar#gtwscar#wildlife#phasmophobia#giggs phasmo#gigs phasmo#gigs
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"Let's all hold hands and I'll tell you that I love you guys."
"This is just the view from my house. You guys are so Arizona."
I heard the audio in the latest Phasmophobia session, and I desperately needed to draw it.
#art#digital art#fanart#i love shading#impulse#impulsesv#skizzleman#geminitay#team giggs#giggs phasmo#phasmophobia#gigs phasmo#hermitcraft#i guess???#hermitblr#hermitshipping#skizzpulse#not necessarily but for tagging reasons#i didnt draw this wirh shipping intentions but it can be read as such#(i prefer them qpr anyways)
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#giggs#GIGGS crew#gigs phasmo#phasmophobia#Grian#impulse#goodtimeswithscar#skizzleman#geminitay#impulsesv#imp and skizz#Phasmo GIGGS#i absolutely adore them#the paradoctacle#GIGGS Phasmo#GIGGS (Grian Impulse Scar Gem & Skizz)#things I made at 3am#gigs 2.0
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Giggs streams am I right
that bit in the first lighthouse stream was too funny not to draw
#I didn’t give up on finding another chair reference noooo whatttttt#phasmophobia#team giggs#giggs phasmo#skizzleman#impulsesv#geminitay#skizzleman fanart#impulse fanart#geminitay fanart#My style is so skrunkly in this idk why I kinda love it#duckinthetrashcanart
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Spirit Vision
I... wanted to write a silly GIGGS Phasmo/Ghost Hunting AU. This... is not that. Not exactly. Where did the Ranchers come from for this? I have no idea 5.3k words
CW: Phasmo-typical horror ghost elements, mentions of death and blood, mild gore described
I know Phasmo is a four player game ssssshhhh this is creative liberty
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"You comin', Top?" Skizz called from the van, where he was loading up the last few things and strapping them in for the job.
Tango looked up from the paperwork he'd been filling out for the last... oh gosh. Three hours. "Do I have to?" he asked, the slight whine of complaint tightening his throat. "Where's Gem?"
"She couldn't make it tonight. Family obligation."
"Do you need me?"
"Five brains are better than four! Especially if one of them is yours," Grian remarked, strolling past with a box of smudge sticks in his arms. He chucked it to Skizz when he was in range.
"C'mooon," Skizz encouraged, "don't you miss field work? Don't you get bored of just filling out papers all the time? Admin is fine but, like, don't you miss the thrill of adrenaline when a hunt starts? The puzzle of it all?"
Tango narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. "Why would I? I think you just miss me screaming."
Impulse guffawed from the cab of the van. "That too!" he called.
Tango flipped him off, which only served to make him laugh harder. Tango rolled his eyes and went back to his paperwork.
"Tango?" Scar asked, his green eyes wide. "It is really helpful to have five people on a job." There was genuine emotion in Scar's voice. Scar could be very manipulative and scheming when he wanted to be. But it was always him playing it up as a bit. This was real. He was... worried? Concerned? Scared?
Therein lay the other problem. Tango could tell Impy and Skizz to buzz off and know they'd back off. Even Grian took the order to scram as a sign that he was pushing too far.
But Tango always struggled to say no to Scar. He couldn't help it. Scar was a few years younger than him and had Little Brother energy. In such a way that Tango had a hard time turning down his shenanigans.
Tango rubbed his eyes under his glasses with his fingertips, making sure the glasses were back in place before he opened his eyes again. "Fine. But we're not making this a regular thing. I left the field for a reason," he said. He clapped his pen down onto the desk top and pushed to his feet while Scar's face lit up.
"You never did tell us what that reason was," Grian remarked quietly, scooping up five doses of sanity medication. His dark eyes flicked pointedly toward Scar and then back to Tango.
"That's because it's none of your business," Tango retorted, tone sharper than he intended.
Grian gave him a look—the Grian Look™ that looked like it pierced right into his soul and laid it bare—but didn't push. Just took the sanity medication to Skizz, who loaded it in. Tango stretched and climbed into the back of the van to help.
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"One, two, three, not it!" Skizz said, lashing a hand up to put his finger on his nose.
"Not it!" Impulse, Scar, and Grian all chorused, throwing hands up to their own noses.
Tango rolled his eyes and snatched the Spirit Box off the rack in the back of the van, glancing at the ghost's name on their pin board. "You're all children." He glowered at Impulse and Skizz, who were roughly the same age as him, rather than a chunk of years younger like Grian and Scar.
As he tromped down the ramp and headed toward the door, the radio-flashlight-combo device attached to his shoulder crackled to life. "Could you do this with your radio on? I want to be part of the experience from afar," Grian said playfully. Scar's laugh was just barely audible nearby.
Tango activated his radio's microphone and gave them both some choice words before marching into the house while they cackled.
The ghost room was in one of the bedrooms. It was a one-story house with a basement, but the bedrooms were all on the ground floor.
He nearly tripped on the camera tripod transmitting its video to the van that Impulse had set up in the doorway and rolled his eyes harder. He loved his friends but they were also idiots sometimes. Tango repositioned the tripod so he could close the door. Once it was shut, he turned off the light, muttering incomprehensible noises the whole time.
He pulled his glasses off. The camera had night vision, so he kept his back to it.
The lenses were heavily yellow-tinted. He told Grian and Scar it was because the prescription lenses had a really good blue-light filter on them so he could look at screens all day without irritating his eyes quite so much.
He lied. The lenses weren't prescription. The yellow tint just helped hide the real color of his eyes. With his glasses on, they looked orange-amber enough to pass as brown. His eyes were listed as brown on his driver's license. But they weren't brown. Even in the poor-quality picture on his license photo without his glasses on, his eyes were noticeably not brown.
His eyes were red.
Impy and Skizz knew. They just didn't say anything.
Tucking one side-arm of his glasses down the collar of his baseball shirt, he switched on the Spirit Box. "Are you here?" he asked, blinking hard and looking around the room.
The row of lights flashed red.
"Are you near?" he tried again.
Flash of red.
Tango raised a brow. "Are you friendly?"
Red.
He huffed a sigh. "Are you French?"
Impulse giggled over the radio—but the lights were again red.
Tango took a deep breath. "Where are you?"
"Where are you!" Grian sang over the radio.
"And I'm so sorry!" Skizz sang back.
A row of white lights. The Spirit Box searched nearby radio frequencies, and it skipped between two, robotically seeming to say, "Behind you."
But directly in front of him, a figure shimmered into existence. Not interacting with the D.O.T.S. projector at all. The figure was tall. Broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped. Short dirty-blond hair, dark eyes. There was a faint outline of red around the edges.
Tango yelped at the Spirit Box on instinct.
"Whoo! We got Spirit Box!" Skizz announced over the radio, knowing Tango's tells from years of working with him.
The figure smiled at Tango. "Does that still scare you?" he teased.
Tango reached up and turned off his radio, moving out of sight of the video camera. He stared at the new figure. The others would have no idea the figure was there. This one wasn't the ghost haunting this house. This one was a separate entity entirely. And Tango was the only one who could see this figure.
Red eyes were the most obvious sign of Spirit Vision. An extremely rare gift that allowed a person born with it to see ghosts all the time, rather than during events or hunts.
He swallowed. "I thought you moved on," he said.
The figure smiled sadly. "I had."
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Five Years Ago...
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"Jimmy Solidarity. Where are you?" Tango asked, slowly spinning around the kitchen with the Spirit Box at eye-level. Joker and Impulse were talking quietly in the hallway around the corner.
A young man popped up directly in front of Tango, outlined in red. "Right here," he said playfully.
Tango screamed.
The young man—Jimmy Solidarity—scrunched his eyebrows. "Wait... what? No. I can't... that thing doesn't work with me. I can't figure it out." His dark eyes looked at the Spirit Box. "How are you..." He reached up. Before he even got close, Tango's glasses went flying. "Why are your eyes glowing?!"
They weren't. Even when he was looking right at the ghost, his eyes didn't glow. Not to mortal, living eyes anyway. But he'd never had a ghost react intelligently to him before.
"I... I can see you," he said. "I can hear you without this." He waved the Spirit Box vaguely.
Jimmy Solidarity floated back like he'd taken a step back. "What?! How?"
"Spirit Vision."
"I'm not a Spirit though. I'm a Revenant."
"That's just what it's called. I can see ghosts. Of all varieties." That didn't usually involve having a normal conversation with one. Most ghosts were long-gone creatures driven by nothing more than a need to hunt mortals. Primal and feral.
Tango switched on his radio. "Gentlemen, we have ourselves a Rev."
"How do you know that?" Impulse demanded, striding into the room and flicking the lights on. Jimmy Solidarity whirled to look, and noticed Impulse couldn't see him. Looked right past him, even.
"He told me," Tango said, peeking at Jimmy.
"What? How—dude, what happened to your glasses?" Impulse looked around the handful of objects that had been thrown. He spotted the glasses. The lenses were plastic and hadn't even cracked from the impact of getting thrown. Impulse returned them, but Tango didn't put them on.
"Look at my eyes," Tango said quietly while Joker and Skizz were goofing off outside the room, unwilling to come in and get their sanity dropped by being in the cold ghost room with the ghost.
Impulse scrunched his eyebrows and got a little closer to Tango, who looked at Jimmy—who was floating just off the floor and looking a little uncomfortable—and then smiled at his old friend. He blinked slowly to allow Impulse a second.
"Why are they red? I thought they were brown!"
Tango shrugged and put his glasses back on. "They are with these. Or close enough to it, anyway." He looked toward Jimmy. "I have Spirit Vision. You have to be born with it to have it. I was. Spirit Vision gives a person red eyes. I can see ghosts. Just... all the time. Doesn't have to be a hunt or an event. And he's standing right there. Watching us."
Jimmy stuck his tongue out. Tango stuck his out right back. Jimmy laughed and Tango smiled.
"This one's different. He's awake," Tango continued to Impulse, not taking his eyes off Jimmy. "He's intelligent, not mindlessly hunting. But he's a Revenant. No Spirit Box." Tango handed the Spirit Box to Impulse. "Will you put that back in the van for me? I'm gonna talk to him."
"I'll check your sanity monitor while I'm there. If it's at zero, I'm not believing a word you've said," Impulse said.
Tango flipped him off. Impulse returned the gesture and left the room.
"So. Jimmy. What can we do to help you move on?"
"I don't want to move on," Jimmy said. "I have things that I need to do."
"Meaning?" Tango prompted.
"There are some people that I need to pay a visit."
Tango looked Jimmy up and down. Denim jeans, white T-shirt, blue button-up worn unbuttoned over the T-shirt. Fairly modern hairstyle. "You didn't die too long ago, did you?"
"Tango, your sanity is plummeting, man," Impulse said over the radio.
"No. I died about ten years ago."
"And you've just been chilling here ever since?" Tango asked. "That's long enough that any other ghost would have been driven to madness. Lost all human intelligence."
Jimmy shrugged. "Like I said. I have things to do. Once I get revenge, I'll be able to move on."
Ahhh. So he was that kind of Revenant.
"Did you die young?" Tango asked.
Jimmy nodded.
"We'll help where we can. How about that? Then you can move on."
Jimmy smiled. He had a nice smile—a little cheeky, with his tongue poking between his teeth. "I think we can come to some sort of agreement," he said.
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Present Day...
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"Why are you back?" Tango asked, breathless. His heart was hammering in his chest.
He, Impulse, Skizz, and Joker had kept Tango's promise. They helped Jimmy find the people he needed to take revenge on. That had been too much for Joker and he'd resigned eventually. And Tango had suffered so much from constant use of his Spirit Vision—which he'd always assumed was a passive ability up until that—that he struggled to stay in the field. So he'd taken the desk jockey position with their little ghost hunting enterprise. Impulse had fought him hard on that. They argued for weeks, and at certain points it seemed like their friendship wouldn't survive. Tango's ability to see ghosts all the time and communicate with them was extremely effective. But after Tango's last job in the field left him crying blood, Impulse had finally backed down. Then hired Grian and Scar to take his and Joker's places in the field. Ghost hunting wasn't any of their day jobs. There simply weren't enough real hauntings to sustain them consistently. But it was a good side-hustle... up until Jimmy.
Tango had never admitted to Impulse, Skizz, or Joker that he'd developed sympathy—and later feelings—for the Revenant they helped.
Who was now back from the Afterlife, rather than Limbo Between, looking at him like they were old friends who'd run into one another at the grocery store.
Jimmy glanced over Tango's shoulder. "She is actually behind you, by the way."
Tango whirled—and shrieked—at the presence of the mangled figure of a long-gone-mad ghost. Sunken empty eye sockets, a gaping maw of rotten black teeth, torn to shreds and covered in viscera. Tango had almost forgotten how abhorrent ghosts became when they drove themselves mad.
He backed away from her—passing through Jimmy. Who was frigid. But familiar.
She left the room and went back to roaming the house.
Tango set a hand on his racing heart.
Jimmy slowly turned around. "You alright?"
"Fine. What are you doing back? I thought ghosts couldn't... I thought..."
"We're not supposed to be able to leave the Afterlife. We're supposed to stay once we made it there. I snuck back. I've been piggybacking every haunting in town for months, looking for you. Where have you been? I've seen Impulse and Skizz, but not you."
No wonder Impulse, Skizz, Scar, and Grian kept getting Twins but only contained one ghost.
Tango shook his head, his legs bumping into the bed. "I left the field. I couldn't... after you were gone... you being around all the time pushed me to the brink of my Vision. A few weeks after... I cried blood during a job. I couldn't... I didn't want to do this anymore. Being in the field..." He rubbed his eyes. They were starting to ache—and not from staring at a computer all day. He squeezed them shut. Having his eyes open didn't stop him from being able to hear Jimmy, but his ability was called Spirit Vision for a reason. Jimmy's voice muffled when Tango's eyes were closed.
"Are you alright?" Jimmy asked.
Tango hadn't used his Vision in years, at this point. He'd forgotten the strain it put on him. The strain that he'd once been so accustomed to that he didn't realize there was any discomfort.
"I... I... I need to leave," he said. Squinting to keep his eyes mostly closed, he stumbled out of the bedroom and jammed his glasses back on his face. Staggering, he pushed past Skizz, lingering on the front door's threshold, and ran to the van. He fell to the floor and sat with his back to one wall, next to the monitor screens.
"Top?" Skizz called, rushing back toward the van himself. "Tango!"
Grian was lingering in the van, as usual, standing at the desk and monitoring the video feed. He turned when Tango collapsed. "What's going on?!" he demanded, voice high-pitched and squawky.
Tango rubbed his temples and grunted a quiet sigh. "One of these days, you'll learn to mind your own damn business."
Lightning flickered with an almost inseparable crash of thunder right as Grian's eyes... flashed purple. But Tango's eyes were squeezed shut against the strain of his Vision and he didn't notice. Just kept rubbing his temples, curled up into a ball. Hoping that Jimmy couldn't leave the house and come see him like this. Most ghosts were stuck within the house they haunted. But if Jimmy was piggybacking every haunting in the area... was he stuck?
A weight heavier than Grian's small, slight frame crashed into the metal floor of the back of the van right beside Tango. "Hey. Buddy. You okay?" Skizz asked as big, warm, callused hands wrapped around Tango's wrists and pulled them away from his face.
Tango shook his head, running a hand through his hair.
"G, will you go grab Impulse?" Skizz asked, tone noticeably frazzled.
"I don't want to go in there with a ghost!" Grian shrieked.
"G! This is an emergency!" Skizz snapped. "Go get Impulse!"
Tango peeked one eye open in time to catch Grian glaring in their general direction while storming out of the van, muttering under his breath.
Once he was out of earshot, his calls for Impulse drowned out by the rain starting to fall, Skizz's hand rested on Tango's shoulder. "What's goin' on, Top?" he asked, voice gentle and concerned. Skizz wasn't the most experienced ghost hunter of the group—that would be Impulse—but he was the oldest. And he had kinda slotted himself into the responsible one of the group role. When things got serious. Other than that, he was also the biggest goofball.
Tango pulled his glasses off, blinking dry, exhausted, red eyes up at Skizz. "It's Jimmy," he breathed. "He's back. He's here."
"You can See him?"
Tango nodded. "He's been piggybacking every haunt in the area for a bit, trying to find me. Since I can See him. I think that's why you've been getting Twins so often but only contain one ghost when the house is cleansed."
"How is he back? Why is he back?"
"I don't know. But using my Vision after four years... Skizz, it hurts."
He felt Skizz wrap him up in a hug. Skizz's hugs were nice. All-encompassing and full of comfort. "It's okay, buddy. You're going to be okay."
They stayed like that for a while before Impulse's distinct run gait splashed through the puddles forming outside.
"What's going on?" Impulse demanded as he crashed up the ramp and into the back of the van. "Grian said Tango wasn't okay?"
Skizz looked around, checking if Grian or Scar had tagged along.
Impulse noticed the look. "I left Grian with Scar, working on putting some salt down. Should keep them occupied for a few minutes," he said, kneeling on Tango's other side after edging around Skizz. "What's going on?"
"My Vision," Tango said. "It hurts."
"Because you haven't used it in so long?"
"I think so. Whatever tolerance I'd built up for the strain it put on me, I've lost it."
"Also Jimmy's back," Skizz added.
"I was getting to that, Skizz," Tango ground out around a clenched jaw.
"Wait. Jimmy? As in... Jimmy Solidarity? That Rev we helped so he could finally get to the Afterlife?" Impulse asked, eyebrows furrowed. From confusion and a bit of frustration, probably. He'd taken Joker's resignation after their process getting Jimmy to move on the hardest of all of them.
"Yeah." Tango nodded.
"What's he doing back? After all that work to get him to move on?!"
"I don't—I don't know, okay?!" Tango retorted. "I couldn't really stay in there and conduct an interview. Just talking to him for a few sentences was starting to make my eyes hurt really bad. And I can't hear ghosts very well if my eyes are closed. It's a weird quirk of Spirit Vision, I guess."
Impulse opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment, Scar and Grian came barreling out of the house. Scar was screaming like Goofy from a Disney movie and Grian was shrieking like a bird.
"Twiiiiinnnsss!" Grian shouted.
"Again?" Scar complained.
Skizz squeezed Tango's shoulder.
"It's not Twins," Tango said.
"What? But we have Spirit Box and Freezing Temps. All we're missing is EMF-Five," Grian said.
Tango shook his head. "It's not Twins. I suggest checking for UV. I think she might be a Mimic."
Grian and Impulse both glanced toward the desk. "I haven't seen any orbs," Grian said.
"Might be a Moroi," Impulse conceded thoughtfully. "Do we have a book down?"
"It's in the wrong room," Skizz said. "Scar set it down in the kitchen."
"You said it was cold in there!" Scar protested.
Tango pushed himself to his feet. "I'll go move it to the ghost room."
"Whoa. Dude," Impulse cautioned. "You're not feeling well. Are you sure you want to go back in there?"
"I need to," Tango said, stepping partially around, partially over Skizz, who was still kneeling. He ran out of the van.
Before he was out of earshot, he heard Grian say, "What's with him?" and Impulse making a noncommittal noise back.
He went back in the house, shaking rainwater out of his hair. "Jimmy?" he called.
"Yes?" The ghost in question slid right through a wall, an excitable smile on his face.
"Talk while we walk. But I can't look at you much or I'm going to get a headache."
"Okay. I remember that toward the end. Before you helped me rest. You stopped looking at me as much."
Tango headed toward the kitchen. "I had to if we wanted to be able to communicate at all," he said. He could feel Jimmy's cold presence floating along at his elbow.
"And here I've spent the last five years thinking it was because you were embarrassed of being attracted to me—I'm joking, I'm joking!" Jimmy added quickly when Tango's gait hitched. He snatched up the Ghost Writing book and turned on his heel. Jimmy stood in the way, but Tango could just walk straight through him. He'd done it before. It wasn't a pleasant sensation and it made sanity plummet, but he could.
"Move over," he said.
Jimmy did, disappearing partway into the wall. Tango went back to take the book to the ghost room. "Wait, Tango. Did I go too far? I'm sorry if I did. I just missed joking around with you. It was always—" He cut off as the light on Tango's shoulder flickered. The house—or the woman's ghost haunting it—began to groan.
"Hunt!" Impulse shouted over the radio, his voice cutting out with the ghost's interference.
Tango swore and ducked into the hall closet, yanking the door shut behind him and holding it closed in case the ghost tried to open it. Jimmy drifted through the closet door and hovered near Tango. The closet was large enough for two people, but the quarters were tight.
Tango closed his eyes, listening to the ghost's footsteps. He scrunched his eyebrows, tapping one finger against his thigh to the beat of the footsteps. The lights through the slats in the door flickered—
And then turned off.
Tango shoved open the door, rushed to the ghost room and dropped the book open on the ground, before bolting out the front door. Jimmy's cold presence followed him out the door this time. Tango grabbed the radio on his shoulder, turning it back on. "Ghost fast! Ghost fast, ghost fast, ghost fast!" He careened into the back of the van, already searching out the monitor that tracked their sanity.
"What?" Grian asked, not looking away from the computer monitor at the desk still looking for Ghost Orbs in case she was a Mimic. He snatched up his journal. "And you're sure it's not Twins?"
"Pretty darn," Tango said. "I'm genuinely thinking she's—"
"A Moroi," Grian finished. "The lower the sanity, the faster the Moroi."
"Exactly."
"Well, could still be a Mimic mimicking the Moroi," Grian reasoned, snapping his journal shut and looking up to meet Tango's eyes. He froze. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What is that?!" His voice went shrieky again, looking over Tango's left shoulder.
Tango turned to see Jimmy also looking behind himself curiously.
"How did the ghost leave the house?!" Grian demanded. "Wait. Our ghost is..." He looked at the pinboard. The distinctly feminine name. Eve Leonard. Then back to Jimmy. "Where did he come from?"
"You can See him?" Tango asked.
"You can See him?!" Grian retorted.
Tango removed his glasses, revealing the real color of his eyes when they didn't hide behind the amber-orange of the yellow lens tint. But he said nothing.
Grian stalked over to Jimmy, glowering. "Have you been messing with our evidence tonight, fella?" he snapped.
"He hasn't," Tango said before Jimmy could say anything. "He's a Rev. He doesn't interact with the Spirit Box. He does cause Freezing Temps, but he's not skewing the rest of the evidence."
"How do you know he's a Rev?"
"I told him when we first met," Jimmy said.
Grian's gaze snapped back to Jimmy. "You can talk? Most ghosts—"
"I was never quite like the other ghosts," Jimmy remarked.
"I feel like we're not addressing the big elephant in this van right now," Tango said sarcastically. "How can you See a ghost without Spirit Vision?"
Grian met Tango's eyes, and finally seemed to register that they were red. His face blanched a little. "I'm... a little different," Grian admitted. "Please don't tell the others."
Tango shrugged. "Not my secret to tell." Grian's shoulders relaxed. "Different how? E.S.P.?"
"Not exactly. I'm, uh... I'm what's called a Watcher. A rare intersection of a few different sight-based abilities. Spirit Vision, precognition—but it's pretty limited—some clairvoyance. From what I've been able to find, it's a lot rarer for a Watcher to exist than someone with Spirit Vision or precognition or clairvoyance. Like, no more than three on the planet at a time."
"So the odds of us both being on this ghost hunting team are astronomical. And yet here we are," Tango said.
"Basically."
Tango rounded on Jimmy. "Now what are you doing back from the Afterlife? We didn't spend four months helping you with your revenge so you could finally move on for you just to show up here again because you were bored."
"No, I... I came back because... I... I missed you. I can go back to the Afterlife anytime I want, now. But I missed you all. I've just... I've wanted to see your faces again. But you weren't at your old offices, and it's hard to travel around places that aren't haunted so I couldn't follow the van back. I've been..." He cleared his throat, flicked a glance at Grian, and looked back to Tango. "I've been looking for you."
Tango scrunched his eyebrows at Grian. "And you haven't noticed?"
"Well, see, I'm the man in the van," Grian said. "I don't go inside with the ghosties if I can help it."
Tango sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Jim, can we talk outside, in private?" He gave Grian a pointed look and led the way out into the rain. Leaving his glasses off. It was annoying to put up with them when they got streaked with rain.
They circled to the side of the van away from the house. Tango leaned against the van wall, looking around. It was late. No one seemed to be awake or looking around. Maybe the neighbors had all been informed that this house was haunted and ghost hunters were coming to capture the ghost so they were all hiding inside.
"What do you want to speak about?" Jimmy asked. Tango cleared his throat but didn't say anything yet. Trying to parse his thoughts into words that made sense. Why were words so hard? Like, all the time? "Look, I know I might have messed up, coming back like this. I know you weren't expecting to see me. I know you promised that when your time came, you'd meet me in the Afterlife. But that won't be for such a long time and I missed you. Your smile, your laugh—Tango. Are you still... do you still...?"
"Am I still in love with you?" Tango finished, voice sharper than he meant it to be. He pretended not to notice Jimmy's slight flinch in the corner of his eyes. "Yeah. I am."
"Really?" The disbelief in Jimmy's voice was closely entwined with hope.
"Mmhmm." Tango still couldn't look at him directly without his Vision making his eyes hurt. "Kinda hard to explain that to my friends though. 'Ohhh Tango hasn't gone on a date in five years because he's still pining for the Revenant who moved on to the Afterlife.'" It was a poor imitation of Impulse's voice, but noticeably Impulse all the same.
"Tango... am I holding you back? There's no point in you living a long life before joining me if it's not a happy one."
"I'm keeping my promise to you. I'm living my life. You're not holding me back. No one has come into my life that's felt like you. If they do, I'll be happy to share my time with them. But so far, that hasn't happened. So here I am. Still single five years later, and fine with it. Maybe someone wanders into my life, maybe they don't. I'm living my life on my terms. And if that means missing a ghost I'm in love with, then that's what it means. I have no intentions of cutting my life short just to be with you. But that doesn't mean what we have and have had isn't real to me."
He felt the familiar frigid iciness of Jimmy's hand passing through his. And finally turned to look Jimmy square in the face. The ache in his eyes throbbed, but eased a little. Some semblance of a tolerance returning.
"Go back to the Afterlife, Jimmy. I've kept my promise and I intend to continue keeping it. To live my life to the fullest and join you when my time comes."
Jimmy looked like he would tear up if he could. But he was still a ghost, and had no tears to shed. He floated as close to Tango as he could get. The icy sensation of him cupping Tango's face in his hands sent chills down Tango's spine. "I'll miss you. I love you."
"I love you too, Jimmy. I'll miss you."
The frozen kiss against his forehead made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
His Vision ached a little less as Jimmy faded from view, blowing another kiss off his fingertips as he did so. Tango pretended to catch it, tucking it into the chest pocket of his vest.
Jimmy vanished.
Tango went back into the van.
"I don't think we need to discuss that any of this happened with the others, do you?" he asked Grian.
"What?"
"I don't tell them you're a Watcher, you don't tell Scar I have Spirit Vision and was talking to a different ghost than the one who haunts this house. Yeah?"
"Deal," Grian said, sticking a hand out. Tango shook it.
At that moment, Skizz came barreling out of the house, screaming. "Moroooooiiiii!" Impulse came jogging out after, smiling smugly, with Scar in tow, who was wide-eyed and ashen, his bronzed-tan skin blanched with fear. The three of them rushed into the van.
"Survive the hunt, did you fellas?" Grian asked.
"No thanks to you!" Skizz retorted. "You're sackin' up and getting in the war next time!"
Grian's "NoooOOO!" of protest was cut off by Impulse pulling out the cleansing and containment equipment.
"Let's get this done, gentlemen!" he announced.
Tango fell into the old routine. As he reached down to grab for a containment unit, his long-sleeve shirt slipped up to reveal the yellow feather tattooed on his wrist. Jimmy's favorite bird was a canary. No one else knew that. He got it after Jimmy had moved on. As a reminder.
He was still going to keep his promise. He owed himself that much.
With a laugh, he grabbed Grian by the collar and dragged him into the house with everyone else.
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I love how Skizz screams evey single time there’s a ghost event, and Imp just chills.
Meanwhile Skizz is also shit talking the ghost while Imp is tryna compliment it so it doesn’t kill them!
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