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how about sam x reader fluffy shit where reader is being targeted on an investigation (kinda like kris at the crescent hotel) and he's super protective over her. bro WILL fight a ghost
Warnings: spooky themes, ghost hunting, reader being targeted by the spirits, Sam being protecting, swearing, being scared, mentions of feeling sick, talk of cancer, mentions of death, haunted hotel, spooky fluff
Word Count: 12.1K | unedited
DISCLAIMER: I will be changing things to fit reader into the video, so I’ll be adding/ taking some stuff away. It will also just be Sam, Colby, and reader in this fanfic. Enjoy!
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“Y/n, how are you feeling?” Sam looks back at you with the camera in his hand, “Are you ready for this?”
“I am super into ghost stuff, so I’m excited about this, but I’m also super, super terrified.” You laugh and Sam smirks, looking back at the camera that’s facing you, him, and Colby, “Good, because this is one of the most haunted hotels in all of America.”
You look at Colby with wide eyes and he does the same to you, causing you both to laugh as Sam continues, “We’ve been wanting to come here for years.”
Colby nods, “This place has a lot of messed up history.”
“With that, why don’t we go on inside and come face to face with what we’ll be working with tonight, yeah?” Sam nods and you and Colby follow him into the hotel.
“Oh my gosh.” You leave them to walk over and crouch down infront of a couch that is holding a cat, “Look at you!”
You reach out and scratch under its chin, “You are so cute!”
“Is this the cat manager, Morris?” Colby asks as he gently drags his hand over the cat. Sam nods, “This could be Morris the new cat manager.”
You look up, “Are we looking at a ghost right now?”
Sam and Colby laugh and Colby shrugs, “Could be. When this hotel was first started, they had a general manager, which was the cat.”
“Wasn’t it an orange tabby cat?” You ask, still giving the cat in front of you attention, and Colby nods, “Yeah, it was a little orange tabby cat.”
“They made a cat the general manager?” Sam asks as he laughs, “Oh my god.”
“Yeah! They made the cat the general manager, and when it passed away there was like three hundred people who showed up to its.. death ceremony?” Colby tilts his head and points, “Funeral. I mean.”
You laugh and look at Colby, “I like death ceremony way better.”
“Yeah it’s way cooler.” Sam agrees and you finally stand up, pointing to the cat, “If I need more pillows, you’re who I’m calling.” You give him a wink as you click your tongue and Sam and Colby laugh.
You make your way to the steps and follow Sam up as he pans the camera around, “Oooh my god.”
“This is so siiick!” Colby looks around as he walks up and Sam shakes his head, “This just screams haunted, anything with a spiral stair case like this just give off that vibe.”
“I can one hundred percent agree to that.” You laugh, “they just give me a weird vibe.”
You walk up onto the floor and Sam is slightly freaking out about the lay out. You look around and sigh, “I’m sorry, I have to say this. It’s giving, the shining vibes, like two little girls are just going to stand at the end of the hallway or something.”
“It is!” Colby laughs, “Like a little kid is going to speed around the corner or a tricycle. Oh hell no! Why did I say that!?”
“Oh my god. We’re just.. asking for shit to happen.” Sam laughs as he hands Colby the camera, “Okay. So this.. is what you need to open..” he pulls a key from his pocket, “A fuckin’ old school key.”
“Oh my god, that’s actually so cool, look at that thing!” You walk up and look at the key is Sam’s grasp, “Holy fuck.”
“This is for room 202.” Sam says as he hands you the key. You take it, “What happens in this room?”
“There’s usually a person who stands at the end of the bed and stares at you sleeping.” Sam explains and your eyes go wide, “Oh fuck.”
“He screams nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare!” Colby adds, immediately causing laughter to erupt with his words.
“Are you serious?” You ask in between laughs, and Colby shakes his head as he shrugs, “I don’t think so.”
Sam shakes his head, “Room 202 is said to be one of the most haunted rooms in the entire hotel. A lot of people see a waiter, coming in and out with trays during the night.”
“Trays.. of what?” Colby asks as he furrows his brows and Sam stares at him with a blank expression, “Butter.”
Colby looks at him and you stifle back your laughter as Colby sighs, “okay.. the other legend about the room is that there’s a lady that appears at the foot of the bed, dressed in a Victorian outfit that will just watch you sleep.”
Sam cringes, “oh god.”
“We’re gonna be okay tonight.” You say in a higher pitched voice, “everything is going to be just.. fine.”
“It’s going to be okay.” Colby adds in and Sam shakes his head as his face changes to a scared expression, “It’s not going to be okay, actually. Not at all.”
You move down the hall to the door and you walk up with the key. Sam walk up with you and he leans in to point, “So you open the door over there but then you open the door..” he point to the knob in the center of the door, “From the middle.”
“Whoa, okay. That’s kinda weird, but I like it.” You laugh slightly as you lean in to put your ear up to the door as Sam uses the door knocker to knock.
He leans in, his eyes on yours as he does the same thing as you, “I hear laughing.” He whispers as he points behind him and you stand up laughing, “I think that’s a ghost behind us.”
“Yeah, definitely a ghost.” Colby whispers and you lean back into the door, “Hold on..” you blink and look around as you listen, “No I really do think I hear something. Listen to that.”
You stand up and Sam moves to press his ear to where yours was.
Colby puts the camera real close to Sam’s face and he hits the metal door knocker which causes him to jump back, “Whoa!” Sam laughs, “You know what, this is your room.”
“No, no. I’m good.” Colby argues back and you roll your eyes, “I’ll opened it.” You laugh as you walk up to the door and you open it, gasping as it opens, “Oh shit.”
You peak in, “Oh. It’s actually really nice.” You look back at Sam and Colby and Colby laughs, “Aww!”
They follow you in and Sam groans, “Colby, you got a dang suite, what the hell!?”
You stand at the end of the bed, “So, what? Hes just going to stand here and he’s going to be like, nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare!”
Colby laughs, repeating nightmare a few times.
Sam laughs, walking up, “I don’t know about the nightmare part, but yeah.”
Colby walks over to the window, “Dude! It looks like a freaking horror movie outside!”
“No it does! It’s so insane!” You walk over and look out of the window, “You guys picked the absolute best time to do this.”
Sam looks at you, “is that.. sarcasm.. or?”
“Yeah.” You click your tongue and nod and he laughs, “Alright. Sweet.” He shakes his head and you smile at him and Colby walks over, “There’s like a mist out there, what the fuck.”
Sam opens the door to the balcony and you follow him out, “Look at this.” You grab the railing, “This is such a small railing, like..” you look over the edge, “You could easily just toss yourself over.”
Sam looks at you, “Don’t.. say that.” He laughs nervously, moving over to grip your waist and pulling you back, “Don’t give the ghosts any ideas, please.”
You laugh and step back, standing next to him and Colby points, “Look there’s the hot tub, if you can get through one of these little squares, you got it.”
“And what, land in two feet of water?” He tilts his head, pretending to die, “Bleck.”
��I’m gonna do it. For five bucks. I’ll do it.” You laugh as you walk over to look down at the hot tub, and Sam shakes his head, “No, no. There’s- let’s go back inside.”
He grabs your arm, all of you laughing as he leads you back in from the balcony.
He walks over to the door, “How do you..” he stop trying to open the door and gives you and Colby a defeated look, “I think we’re locked in.”
“Are you serious?” Colby asks, concern in his words and you break the tension by telling, “Nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare!”
You all laugh and then Sam goes back to trying the door, “Oh thank fuck.” He pulls the door open and you all walk out.
Colby hands Sam the camera before talking, “So the Crescent Hotel, a building that’s literally been around since 1886. It was a hotel for a majority of the past but it was also a all women’s college..” he tilts his head, “..which is interesting, because there’s actually a story of a student who asked for a ouija board because she felt weird vibes here.”
“I get weird vibes but you ain’t seeing me ask for one of those. Uh huh, no way. No thank you.” You laugh slightly, looking around, “I don’t mess with them.”
“Yeah, no. I don’t think we’ll need one of them.” Sam laughs slightly as he hands the camera back to Colby, “So even before this main story we’re about to talk about, people were already thinking it’s haunted for a hundred years .”
“Just by looking at it, you can tell.” You add in and Sam nods, “no literally, as we were driving up I was like holy fuck, look at this place.” He shakes his head as he takes the camera back from Colby.
“And then.” Colby starts with a scoff, “It all went to shit, when a man named Norman Baker, a con man, in nineteen thirty seven, turned this place into a hospital.”
“Didn’t he trick hundreds of people with saying he could cure cancer or whatever?” You ask and Colby nods.
“Yeah, and then..” Sam starts, handing the camera off, “after the Great Depression, this town was hurting, pretty bad. But, Norman Baker came to town as one of the wealthiest people to hit the town, and he completely reinvented the place.”
“Which, I’m guessing that was good for the town and it made the townspeople overlook the fact that he had not the best intentions?” You tilt your head as you look at Sam and he smiles slightly, giving you a nod, “Right. He came in, named the hotel Baker Hotel.”
“After himself of course.” Colby scoffs with a laugh and Sam nods, “Right, like okay.” He laughs and continues, “it was also known for being the place that sick folks get well.”
Colby shakes his head, “That was a big ass lie.”
Sam and only finish up giving the backstory on the hotel, and you make your way down the hall, “Oh my god, every haunted hotel has a long corridor with a giant ass mirror at the end.”
“Yes!” Colby agrees, and you look at Sam, “It does! How crazy is that?”
“I feel like we’re back in the eighteen hundreds.” Sam laughs and you all walk up to the mirror. You bring your hand up, gently tapping on it as you listen.
“Do you hear something?” Sam asks and you look up with a laugh, “I hear something but I don’t know what it is.”
Colby points, “I think it’s this loud ass fan.”
“Oh.” Sam laughs, “Yeah that would be it.”
“Mirror selfie!” Colby says as he fixes his hair to stand in front of the mirror. Sam moves next to him, and you crouch down in between them, pulling up your phone to snap a picture, “Say Spooky haunted hotel!”
“Spooky haunted hotel!”
“Alright, now that we did our infamous hotel mirror photoshoot.” Sam laughs, “Let’s go to the elevator.”
You make your way down the hall and step onto the elevator, “Alright.” Sam says as Colby points the camera towards him, “You will see people come into this specific elevator, from the second floor, where we just were, and ride up and down the elevator with them and then when they leave the elevator..”
“The person actually isn’t there.” You press your lips together tight as Sam nods, “The person actually isn’t there.”
“Oh I just got goosebumps.” You run your hand up and down your arms, “Fuck.” You laugh nervously, “I’m so exited yet so scared for this.”
“There’s clear ass apparitions in this specific elevator.” Sam looks from you to Colby and back to you. You sigh, “Sam.” You shake your head, “You’re not helping.”
“What?” He laughs, “I’m just saying what we’re getting into.”
“I know.” You groan, “I know.”
“Yeah, I hate that.” Colby laughs, and you jump slightly when the elevator dings, “Fuck.”
“You are jumpy, holy shit.” Sam teases, “You sure you-“
“Yes. I want to do this.” You laugh as you walk past him and off the elevator, “Oh look. World famous, or.. almost world famous..”
“Almost world famous.” Colby laughs as he points the camera close to the arrow sign, “That’s funny, I like that they added that.”
As you make your way down the hall, Colby yells, “whoa, dude. Y/n. That fan is going to fall on your head.”
You look up, “That’s so unsafe looking. But I mean, if it does, then I’ll be a ghost here.” You tilt your head, “I’m kind of for that, though. I’m not going to lie.”
They laugh and you make your way down the hall to where Sam’s room is, “Is this where our room is?” Colby asks and Sam slowly turns around, “My room? You’re staying in 202 remember?”
“Oh you were serious?” Colby frowns and Sam laughs, “Um, yes. Why wouldn’t I be serious?” He pulls a key from his pocket, “My room is in a back fucking corner, what the hell?” He laughs nervously, “Whoa, what the hell is this?”
“It’s a secret passage way!” Colby points to the small door right next to Sam’s door, “Look at the scratch marks!”
“That’s really freaking creepy, the hell?” You run your fingers down the three scratches and Sam points to his door, “Why did this get destroyed so much? Was yours like that?” He looks at Colby and Colby’s furrows his brows, “I’m not staying in that room.”
“I will.” You raise your hand, “And I don’t think it was damaged like that.”
Sam stares at you, almost like he’s mentally trying to tell you no, you’re not staying in that room alone. You furrow your brows, “What?”
Sam shakes his head, “I gotta be honest, I don’t like the idea of you being in 202, like that..”
“I’ll be fine, Sam. I promise.” You give him a smile, but it fades when his face stays the same, “Seriously, Sam.”
“Y/n, I’m serious too when I mean I don’t like that idea. Like if something happens to you.. I will literally square up with a ghost.”
Colby laughs, “Oh I would love to see that.”
You laugh slightly, “If anything happens, I’ll come find you. You know that. If it gets to be too much, I know when to stop. I know my limit.”
“You always try to push that limit, y/n.” Sam tilts his head slightly, “I don’t want that happening, not here. Not in this place.”
“Fine.” You raise your hands in defense, “I won’t push my limit.”
He holds up his hand, “Pinky swear?” You nod, locking your pinky around his, “I swear.” He nods, “Kiss on it.”
You laugh slightly and nod, “Okay.” You kiss your hand, as Sam kisses his and then he steps forward, pecking you on the lips, “Locked in.”
You smile and nod, “Yes.”
“You guys are so cute it’s actually kind of disgusting.” Colby pretends to gag and Sam sighs, “Y/n just took that room for you, don’t be hating.”
“Righr right. Thank you. You guys are absolutely adorable.” Colby laughs and you sigh, “I’ll take it.” You laugh as Sam moves to unlock his door.
“You having issues?” Colby asks as he puts the camera back on Sam and you smirk, “Performance issues.”
Sam slowly looks back at you, mocking your laugh, “Ah ha, very funny. I’m under pressure, it’s hard.”
“It’s not hard.” Colby laughs, and you walk up, “Just push it.. the key right.” Sam turns the key and the door opens. He looks back at you as Colby laughs, “Ohh, there we go! You just had to teach him a little bit yeah?”
You smile, “I guess so.” Your smile fades as the door opens wider and you shake your head, “The vibe I’m getting from this room is just.. it’s so creepy.”
“Oh now don’t say that.” Sam laughs and walks in, you and Colby following him.
“Oh, guys. This is horrifying.” You cover your mouth with your fingers, “oh my god. No wonder it’s tucked away in its own little corner.”
“419 is the most important room, and another most haunted room. It’s know to be haunted by a woman named Theodora, so we’re not exactly sure who she actually was.”
“Yeah, she could have been, what? A patient here when this was a hospital, or she even could have been a nurse?” You look at Colby from looking around the room and he nods, “Yeah either one. She’s usually spotted outside the main door of this room, fumbling with her purse or looking for her keys.”
You raise your brows, “I mean, I think I’d rather take someone outside of the room rather than inside you know?” You laugh slightly and Sam raises his brows, “Is the option to take nothing at all there because I’ll go with that option.”
“Sadly.. no.” You shake your head as you laugh and Sam sighs, “goddamn it. But, on the bright side, Theodora is said to be a nice ghost. She’ll tidy up the room I guess, like when people come in here and throw off all their clothes and go take a shower or something, a lot of people report that everything is folded up nicely.”
“I mean, that sounds pretty nice actually. Like having your stuff folded and remade instead of misplaced or something.” You look at Colby and he nods, “That actually reminds me of the same story from the Stanley.”
“Yeah.” Sam nods, “The maid from 217. And a theory about Theodora, is her being a nurse, a head nurse, until she fell ill with cancer and then she ended up becoming a patient herself, here.”
“That would be freaky.” You nod, “Maybe she’s here because she feels sorry, you know?”
“Yeah, like some guilt about what the patients went through and then what she also ended up going through?” Colby nods, “I mean, I probably would.”
You move more into the room and Sam gasps, “Look at how creepy this looks!” He points to the chairs and you get a chill, “It is so cold in here.” You point, “Oh look at the door..” you walk over, “With no door knob.”
“Is that where Theodora sleeps?” Colby laughs and you nod, laughing with him, “Yeah something is just going to come out and get you guys while you’re sleeping.”
“Don’t- that’s not-“ Sam laughs as he runs his hand through his hair, “Why would they make this so much creepier than the other room?”
You gasp, “This door is nailed shut. That’s not a good sign. Um, good luck. I’m leaving.” You walk away and turn back around, “Actually, I don’t want to be alone right now.”
“Yeah, uh huh that’s what I thought.” Sam laughs, “Stay here.”
“Yes sir.” You salute him and he rolls his eyes with a smirk, “Anyway. This room, is just- isn’t that one of his secret passages probably?”
“Maybe.” Colby nods, “it most definitely could be.”
“Oh my god.” You point to the wall over by the bed and walk over.
“Is that a picture of her?” Colby asks and you nod, “Yep. She’s going to watch you guys sleep tonight.”
“Ohh. Hey Sam.” Colby looks at Sam, “that means we’re sleeping in the same bed tonight.” He smirks and Sam gives him a seductive look before breaking into laughter, “Yeah, okay. So anyway. Theodora.” Sam walks up to the portrait.
“I can’t with this room.” You laugh slightly, “I’m so glad I chose to take 202.”
Colby laughs sarcastically and you laugh at him.
You point to a door and walk over to open it, “What’s this?” Colby walks over, “whoa, another secret passage thing.” He walks in and turns around, “Oh you have people carving in their names here.”
“That’s actually crazy.” You peak around the door and look, “Wow, okay. To each their own I guess.”
You walk into the bathroom, “Look at how small this tub is.” You step in and sit down, “Dude, look.” You sit there and wiggle your feet back and forth.
Sam walks over, peaking in before grabbing the curtain and pulling it closed, “Goodnight.”
“See ya!” Colby yells and follows Sam out of the room.
“Run, run” Sam laughs and you frantically get up, “No, no, please!”
Sam walks over and closes the door. He holds it closed as you get out of the bath and he opens it, “Alright, no I feel bad.” He laughs as he opens the door, “I’m sorry.”
You cover your face, “I saw my reflection in the mirror, I almost shit myself. I didn’t know there was a mirror on the door.”
“Aww.” Sam walks over and wraps his arms around you, “It’s okay.” He laughs and you shake your head as you laugh, “Oh my god. I’m just going to jump out of this window.”
“No, no.” Sam holds onto you and pushes you towards the door, “No ghost life for you, please.”
“Fine.” You groan with a smirk.
Soon enough, you make your way down to meet with hotel tour guide, Eddie.
“Do you believe it is actually the most haunted hotel?” Sam asks and Eddie nods, “I do.”
“Really? Why?” Sam questions and Eddie sighs, “I have experience so many things in here, it is not even funny.”
Sam asks him about his scariest experience here and he answers, “Being locked down in the morgue.” Your eyes go wide, “locked.. in the morgue? Oh Jesus Christ.”
“Yeah, almost locked down in the morgue, twice.” Eddie says and you stand there with your jaw dropped, “Oh my god.”
Eddie goes on to talk about how there’s body parts in jars that they have in a class case basically right off to the side. Then the falling woman, who basically got pushed off the balcony after finding out she was pregnant, which you might be able to see between ten thirty and eleven.
Eddie moves you guys inside to talk about the most active spirit.
“Michael, of course.” Eddie says, “He is who we consider a very, very active and intelligent spirit, especially with our ladies.”
Sam looks at you, “Heeeeey, just as I said.” He says in a sing-song tone, “I will square up with a spirit.”
Colby laughs and you shake your head with a laugh, “I’m exited.”
“Now.” Eddie looks at you, “Keep in mind, you might just feel a caress on your cheek, patting of your hair, or even maybe a little tickle on the sides.”
“Oh I hate being tickled.” You point, “Michael, you tickle me and I’ll square up with you myself.”
Sam and Colby laugh and look back to Eddie as he continues, “Michael is actually considered our original spirit.”
“Like the first one ever?” Colby asks and Eddie nods, “Yes, he actually died in the making of this hotel. And the beam he fell and died on, is now a part of 218. He also doesn’t like men being around the ladies, he kind of sees it as a challenge.”
“A competition?” Colby asks as he looks to Sam and then to you, “Uh oh.”
Sam cocks his jaw and looks down, “Oh. Boy.”
You smirk and shake your head, “It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine.”
“So, I have to ask you something.” You look at Eddie, “I’ve heard stories about a particular spirit opening locked doors.. is that Michael?”
Eddie nods, “That would be Michael. He’s known to unlock locked doors and push them open.”
“Whoaaa okay. Thats a little thing we like to call, invasion of privacy but I guess-“ he laughs and Sam shrugs, “When you’re staying in a hotel run by ghosts, I don’t think that matters.”
You decided to take a break to go out and watch for the falling woman but that’s when things started to pick up.
As you’re walking down the steps, you stop, “Sam.” He looks back at you, “What’s up?” You look behind you, “There was someone coming down the stairs behind us.”
“I thought it was Colby, but-“ you motion to Colby and Sam pans the camera to him, “Were all in front of you.”
“Out of the corner of my eye, I swear, like certain Colby was behind me.” You shake your head, “I went to turn and there was nothing and then I looked down and Colby in front of you.” You look at Sam and his eyes go wide, “What the fuuuuck.”
“Did you hear it to, like the steps?” Colby asks as he points to the stairs behind you and you nod, “Yeah, like that’s partially why I thought-“ you stop, laying your hand on your chest, “Feel my-“ you walk to Sam, “Feel my heart.”
He lays his hand on your chest, “Ohh, my god.” He looks at Colby, “Her heart is like beating super fucking fast.”
He raises his brows, “What the fuck.”
“And guys, we were just about to start the investigation. We got all of our equipment, like-“ you cut Sam off, “We’re literally being followed now.”
“We were just talking about communicating and then that happens.” Colby shakes his head, “Fucking crazy.”
You make your way outside and position yourselves so you can see the third floor balcony, hoping to catch the ghost of the woman who fell.
“Wait.” You point, “Did either of you guys turn a light on in my room?”
“No, I don’t remember anyone even touching any switches or anything.” Sam shakes his head, “Did you?” He looks at Colby and Colby shakes his head, “No?”
“Wait, what the heck is going on right now?” Sam asks and you shrug, “That’s 202. That’s the first room we went in and it was daylight out.”
“No one went back to that room since we were in it.” Colby adds, “Fucking crazy work, dude.”
“Cool. Cool.” You laugh nervously, “Fuck.”
“We can look back at the footage, maybe we’re just stupid.” Colby laughs and you nod, “Yeah, I’m going to hope that we’re all just stupid right now, because now.. I’m. Scared.”
“Spooky.” Sam says in a higher pitched tone and you laugh, mocking him, “spooky.”
As you’re looking up at the window, you gasp, “Oh my-“ you take a step back and wrap your arms around yourself as your eyes are still on your window.
Sam turns towards you instantly, “What? What happened?”
“Sorry, sorry. Im sorry.” You look away and Colby steps towards you, “No you’re good, what’d you see?”
“What the fuck just happened, y/n?” Sam hands Colby the camera and moves to, “Y/n.”
“No, no. Because I don’t want to believe what I just-“ you stop, shaking your head as you turn away. Sam rests his hand on your back, “What happened?”
Colby turns the camera light on and you sigh, “No, I just- sorry.” You block your face with your hand as your emotions rush forward, causing you to tear up, “I don’t know why this is happening.”
“Hey, hey.” Sam pulls you into him, “You’re good, okay. Don’t apologize.”
“That was fucking insane.” You look back up to the window, “Oh my god, literally..” you point, “Somebody standing in the window of my room.”
Sam and Colby look up and Sam looks back to you, “Holy shit, okay. If this is effecting you this bad, you don’t-“
“No, it’s fine. That just really caught me off guard.” You laugh, “Oh my god. I have goosebumps.” You lean into Sam’s body as he hugs you tighter, “It’s okay. You’re good.”
“That’s fucking crazy.” Colby shakes his head, “Are you- are you good to go back inside? Like do you need to take a few minutes?”
“No, I’m fine.” You laugh, “I just don’t know why I reacted that way? I’ve seen stuff like that before, I just- I’m sorry.” You laugh some more and shake your head, “Jesus Christ.”
“Do you want to sleep in our room?” Colby offers and you point to him with a laugh, “No fuck your room.”
Colby raises his brows and looks away, “Sorry I-i just, I just thought I’d offer.” He laughs and you shake your head, letting out a sigh, “Fucking hell.”
“What if it’s Michael?” Colby asks and you groan, “Oh fuck, that is his floor. Ohhh no. What if he’s waiting in the room?”
“Michael.” Sam points to the window, “You better let her alone, or I swear to god.”
“You tell him Sam.” Colby punches the air, “put him in his place.”
You laugh and Sam shakes his head, “I just-“
“We know.” Colby nods, “We can put the camera in 202. Just keep it running.” Sam nods, “Yeah because if there’s another noise, you’re not sleeping there.”
You nod, “Yeah, I’ll sleep in between you guys, I’ll be the one to push you both out of bed.” You laugh and Colby cracks up, “I mean, it would be less scary if I had your feet in my back kicking me out of bed.”
Sam laughs, “Well get to the bottom of everything, hopefully.”
Over the next few minutes, Sam keep checking on you. Asking you if you’re good and what not, Colby doing the same.
“Maybe they knew we were coming out here, like they know since that’s my room for the night, they’re kind of curious?” You sigh, “I don’t know.”
“Yeah, like nothing here is evil, so that’s a plus, maybe they’re just a group of nosey spirits.” Sam laughs slightly, “But you’re sure you good? You like instantly started crying.”
“no, yeah. I’m good. That was just..” you blow our air, “Crazy.”
You make your way back into the hotel, specifically second floor, room 202 - your room.
“I have an idea.” You say as you walk up with them to the door, “I’ll go in first, maybe?” Sam shakes his head, “You don’t have to if-“
You cut him off, “No I have to.” You laugh, “I feel like I have to.” You walk up to the door and put the key in the lock, “oh god, okay. I’m so scared.”
“We can give you like a minute and then we’ll come on after?” Sam says, and you nod, “Okay.”
You jump at the lock turning and you lean back, “What the fuck was that?”
“What this?” Colby asks, and you look back at the door, “No, my fucking key just moved!”
Everyone starts talking over each other and you shake your head, “No I didn’t touch it.” Sam gasps, “I thought you touched that?”
You shake your head, looking back down at the key, “No I didn’t-“ you take a deep breath, your voice breaking as you try not to cry, “What the fuck just happened?”
“You didn’t see it?” You look at Sam, he shakes his head, “No but I heard the turning of it, I thought you did it.”
“No.” You motion to the door, “I didnt-“
“are you okay?” Sam reaches out, “You don’t have to, if this is too much we can all go in together, holy shit you do not have to.”
“No, it’s fine.” You laugh slightly, gasping as the door opens, “Fuck, okay. It’s fine. Bye.” You laugh as you walk into the room, grabbing the other camera from Colby before closing the door.
You have the camera facing you as you just stand there for a second, your eyes scanning the area. You walk forward, looking around as you speak to the camera, “So I don’t remember putting this lamp on.”
You point to the lamp, then laying your hand on your chest, “But when I saw, whatever the heck I saw.. it was standing about here.”
You shake your head, “It was probably standing at about six two, six three at the most.” You sigh, “Fuck, okay.” You continue to scan the room, moving around to see if anything happens.
“I’m sweating so bad right now.” You laugh slightly, looking around, “Let’s go into the bathroom, see if anything is- no, I’m not even going to say that.”
You walk over to the bathroom, checking it out, and you don’t see anything, “Oh god, my heart is about to beat out of my chest.”
You walk back out and you jump at the door opening, “Are you good?” Sam asks as he walks in first. You nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”
“You okay?” He asks as he walks up to you and you nod, “Everything’s good.”
“Did you see anything weird?” He asks and you shake your head, “Literally nothing.”
You proceed to explain where and how you saw what you saw in the window, and Colby clears his throat, “You weren’t, like talking to someone in here, were you? Because we swore we heard like .. two voices.”
“I mean, I was talking to myself, to the camera, like in a whisper.” You look between Sam and Colby and Sam raises his brows, “I put my ear up to the door and it sounded like there was another person in here, did you hear another voice?”
“What? No, I didn’t hear anything.” You shake your head, “Trust me, if I heard anything but myself I’d be out.”
“That was literally the longest few minutes of my life.” Sam sighs, “Holy shit that’s intense.”
“We literally just started this damn investigation. Holy fuck.” Colby laughs as he checks his phone, “Literally not even an hour ago.”
“They did say this is the most haunted hotel.” Sam shrugs, “We’re getting what we came here for, that’s for sure.”
You walk over to the lamp, “You guys are sure you didn’t turn this lamp on?” You switch it off, “Oh, hold on. How do you- it’s not working now.” You look up at Sam and Colby, “It won’t turn on.” “
“No way it’s broken after that.” Sam shakes his head, “That’s absolutely-“ you get the light back on, “Oh okay.” You move away from it, “I’m done with the lamp.”
“Let’s just set the camera down here.” Sam walk over to the dresser and motions to the lamp, “That way we can catch to see if that goes off and on or whatever. We’ll also get most of the room right here.”
“Before we start investigating, check this out.” Colby motions for Sam to follow him. You walk out with Sam to the balcony and it looks, still, like straight out from a horror movie.
“We’re in a cloud.” Colby points, “Look at that.”
“And you know what’s even more scarier than that?” Sam asks and you sigh, “if you say the morgue I’m going to cry.”
“Please don’t cry when I say the word.” Sam looks at you sympathetically and you sigh, “I’ll do my best.”
Sam sighs, “The morgue.”
You laugh slightly to cover up your fear, “Fuck, let’s just get it over with.” You make your way to the door with Colby as Sam sets up the camera in the room.
“You sure you’re good?” He asks and you nod, “Yeah.”
“I’ve never seen you like this before, it worries both of us.” Colby tilts his head, “If you’re not, you tell us.”
“I will, Colby. I promised.” You give him a smile and glance back at Sam as he walks out and pulls the door closed.
“Hey.” Sam glances back, “This key, is like.. stuck. Very stuck in this door.” You and Colby walk over and Sam wiggles it a few times before finally getting it out, “Holy shit.”
“Alright. Let’s go.” You shake your head, “I don’t like this floor. I don’t think I’ll like where we’re going anymore, but I need off of this fucking floor.”
“Alright, alright.” Sam lays his hand on your back as you walk next to him, “I got you, we’re going.”
“Why don’t we go to the crystal dining room first? We can do the spirit box there?” Colby suggests as you get on the elevator, and Sam nods, “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
Sam steps in front of you, his hands on your arms, “Hey, off camera really quick, are you good?” You look up at him, “Yeah, I’m good.” You nod, “I can do this.”
“Are you sure?” He raises his brows and you rest your hand on his cheek, “I promise. I’m still good.”
He nods, “Okay.”
The elevator doors open and you walk off, making your way to the dining room to meet Eddie again. Sam looks around, “What is that?”
“Is that coming from your backpack?” Colby asks as he points and Sam bends down, pulling out the spirit box, “Did I not just turn this off?”
“I just watched you turn that off.” Colby nods and Sam looks at you, “It’s cold, the blue means it’s cold. This hasn’t happened since the conjuring house.”
“That’s so weird, I mean, I got a chill when we walked down here, but I just thought it was because we were in a more open space, you know?” You look around, “That’s.. so weird.”
Sam shrugs, “This place is just filled with activity.”
You walk into the dining room and you look around, “This looks like a place where dances would be held or something.”
“Whoa.” Sam points to you, “it’s funny you say that, dancing is like a main trigger here.”
You raise your brows, “Oh, alright then.”
As Eddie is explaining, you furrow your brows, “What. Was. That?” You look at them, and Colby shrugs, “No idea.”
“So there’s two dancers.” Sam starts out, “Irene and Vernon Castle, both very, very, very, famous and they spent most of their high and social life here at this hotel, so it’s said, that if you dance to a specific ballroom song, you can see their apparitions.”
“Would anybody like to dance?” Colby chuckles and Sam moves to join Colby for said dance. You laugh quietly, watching them half jokingly sway back and forth, “Aww!”
“Oh wait!” Sam points to the light up cat balls as they go off, “Did we do that?”
“I think we did do that.” Colby laughs. Sam shows them to the camera and you stomp next to it to make them light up as he explains their purpose.
“We also have the REM pod, so if you get close to it.” Sam puts his hand close, “It’ll buzz. Especially when it touches it!” He points as it, “Imagine if it just went odd- oh my god!” He whips around as the cat ball lights up and you gasp, “Was that you Colby?”
“No I’ve been right here!” Colby points to the floor, “I don’t think it was Sam either.”
The REM pod goes off and you all start yelling, “Oh.. my god!”
“What the fuck!?”
You accidently make the other cat ball go off, causing you to jump and Sam yells, “Oh that’s just you. That’s okay!”
“Sorry!” You move away from it and Colby sighs, “Fuck you guys. Let’s dance!”
The light jazz music starts placing and he starts be bopping back and forth, “Can you guys dance to this?”
“No, give me the phone.” You laugh as you take Colby’s phone, searching up a different song, “Okay. Here we go.” You hang Colby his phone back and Sam sets the camera down, coming over to you, “Care for a dance m’lady.”
You laugh, taking his hand and he spins you around. You both aren’t serious about it, smiling and laughing as you both move back and forth. He moves over to dance with Colby and the rem pod goes off, causing Colby to yell, “Oh! The REM pod!”
“Colby grabs the camera and goes over, “Why isn’t it goes off? Did not you say it could be like a janky thing?”
Sam nods, “Yeah, it could just be a-“
You cut him off, “The cat ball!”
They both yell and back away a few steps, “Now we’re not over there.” Colby turns to face you and Sam, “Keep dancing!”
You and Sam take hands and move forward and back from each other, taking turns spinning one another as you try to stifle back both of your laughter.
Colby sets the camera down and takes Sam. You look at the REM pod and cat ball which are lighting up constantly, “Whoa it’s going off constantly!”
“See I said about the pod being janky, but that ball was like fifteen feet away from us!” Sam points as Colby shows him to the camera.
The cat ball goes off again and Sam jumps up, moving back to stand next to you, “Have either of you seen- that one has always had problems!”
It continues to go off and as Sam is standing next to you, you jump away and look down, “Did you just grab my side?” You look at Sam and he shake his head, “No, I had my hands down here- did something touch you?”
“Yeah, yeah, it felt like- here.” You place your hand on Sam’s side and gently squeeze, “Nothing hard or anything, just a gentle-“ you do it again, “Boop.”
“I think Michael has found you.” Colby laughs and you shake your head, “No thank you.”
“You heard her, Michael if that was you, go away, please.” Sam looks around and moves closer to you, “Whoa!” He points to the little up cat ball, “Dude.”
“You know when we came in the air was like.. I don’t know, still?” You shrug, “But now it’s like a breeze? It’s like flowing as if people are continuously moving.”
“Yes! I thought the same!” Colby nods.
“Okay, so that hasn’t gone off in a little, like it went off five times and now nothing? So maybe our freaking out scared them off?” Sam looks at you and Colby, and Colby nods, “Time to move on?”
“Time to move on.” Sam nods, “Let’s go get locked in the morgue.”
“Now.. sam.” You groan, “Don’t say that! You just probably jinxed our asses.”
“Oops.” Sam looks around, “I didn’t- let’s not, get locked in the morgue.” He gives and thumbs up and you shake your head, “Better, I guess.”
You gather the equipment and make your way to the morgue.
“It just got so much creepier.” Sam says as you walk down the stone walled corridor. You walk into a room lit with purple lighting and you sigh, “Oh this is super terrifying.”
You point, “Oh is that.. that isn’t what I think it is.. is it?” You look from Eddie to Sam, “Is that the tissue?”
“Some of them, some of it’s just just the medicine, some of it we don’t even know.” Eddie nods and Colby walks up, “So this could be the formula five?”
Eddie point to a few bottles that are the same size, “We believe this is, yes.”
You look around for a quickly minute and then you leave the room, heading to look at what they call, the meat locker.
“Oh this smells terrible, like rancid .” You scrunch your nose up, “You guys don’t smell that?”
Sam sniffs, “No I can’t smell anything.”
“There’s no way you guys can’t.” You laugh in disbelief, moving to leave the room, “No way you can’t smell that. It’s bad, dude.”
“I smell , like apples?” Colby laughs and you shake your head, “Oh I gotta get out of here. It’s so gross, I feel.. sick now.”
You walk out, as as you’re walking away, you hear Sam talk to Colby, “Here, take this. I’m gonna go check on her.”
You stop, turning around to see Sam walking up to you, “Do you need to go up and outside for a sec? I can go with you.”
You shake your head, “No I’m fine now, like almost immediately after I walked out I felt fine.” You look at him, “You really didn’t smell that? Like you’re being serious?”
He nods, “Yeah, I didn’t smell anything.”
“That’s so.. weird, oh my god.” You laugh, “This place is nuts.”
Colby walks up, “You good? You guys good?”
“Yeah.” You nod, “Good.”
You walk back over with them, listening to Eddie tell his stories about how he was almost locked down here. You just kept feeling like it wasn’t just the four of you down there.
“One of us needs to go in there, just for a minute with the door shut.” Colby looks around you put your finger on your nose, Sam following, and Colby groans, “Oh fuck you guys, you guys suck.”
Colby sighs as Sam and you laugh, “I’m not going into that rancid locker. Hell no.” You shake your head and Sam nods, “Yeah, I’m not making her go in there, and I don’t want to, so.. it’s on you buddy.” He pats Colby’s shoulder, “Here’s your camera, good luck.”
Colby whines as he takes the camera, “Fine. I’ll do it.” He walks in to the room and Sam slowly closes the door, whipping his head towards you as the door makes an eerie creeping sound as it closes, “That’s the creepiest fucking door I’ve ever heard.”
“yeah, that’s awful.” You peak in and smile at Colby, “Ask some good questions.”
Colby silently mocks you as he flicks you off and you laugh as you step back. You, Sam, stand there as you wait for Colby.
You slowly turn around, “I swear to god I just seen something in the corner of my eye, like right back by that door.”
Sam looks back and then looks back to the door as Colby’s voice sounds from the other side, “Did you guys just knock on the door?”
“No.” Sam answers, “Y/n said she say something over by where we came in at, are you good?”
“yeah.” Colby answers, “I just got this weird feelings all of a sudden.”
“I just got dizzy, like it was only for a quick second but I felt like I was going to fall over for a second.” You lay your hand on your forehead and Sam moves over next to you, “Are you okay now? You don’t think you’ll pass out or anything do you?”
“what’s going on?” Colby asks and Sam leans forward to open the door, “She just got dizzy.”
“I feel like I need to go in there.” You shake your head, instantly looking at Sam, “I can’t explain it, like I feel like I need to, just for a second.” “y/n, I don’t-“
“Sam. I’ll be good. Just one minute. You can time me.”
“Okay.” He nods, motioning for Colby to give you the camera, “One minute.” He pulls his phone out, “I’m starting it as soon as the door shuts.”
You take the camera and walk in, using your sleeve to cover your nose as you turn around to watch Colby close the door.
You give it a few seconds, “If someone is in here. Please make a sound.” A few seconds after you go quiet, there’s a scraping sound, “Fuck, okay. Can you do-“
The sound happens again and you move to the door, “Okay, okay.” You push the door open, “I asked if there was anything in here, and there was this scraping, kind of like a plastic sheet dragging off of a couch sound.”
“Do you feel alright? Dizzy, or anything?” Sam asks and you shake your head, “No, but there’s definitely something in there.”
You look back at the room, “It happened twice.”
“I heard two knocks.” Colby nods, “So I agree that there is something in that meat locker. Should we, maybe, all of us go in? Turn all the lights off?” He looks at you, “If you’re up for it?”
You nod, “Yeah. I think that would be a good idea.”
“Okay.” Sam flips off the light to the room and walks in, you behind him with your nose covered, then Colby, who pulls the door shut.
“Ready?” Sam asks and you and Colby nod. Sam sighs, “Alright, three, two, one.”
Sam turns the camera light off, leaving the three of you in the now pitch black room. Almost instantly, the scraping sound happens and you whisper, “That’s what I heard.”
You quietly gag as the smell penetrates through your sleeve, “Fuck.”
“it’s getting too bad for her, let’s get out of here.” Sam nods and pushes the door open, “C’mon.”
You walk out and Sam stares at you for a second, “Good?”
“Good.” You nod, “I’m good.”
“Do you feel like they’re targeting you in any way?” He glances from you to Colby then back to you and you sigh, “I wouldn’t say targeting specifically, like the side grab wasn’t hard or anything and the smell, I don’t- I can’t even explain that.”
“Do you want to do the Planchette thing?” Sam asks and you nod, “Yeah, you’ve had good success with that.”
He nods and gets it out of his backpack to explain it to the camera as Colby holds it.
As you sit down on the ground, and Sam is explaining how to use it, you stare past him and Colby looks, “What is that?”
“he’s just really looking at us.” You point and Sam looks, “Oh him.” He laughs, “Our guide is just standing there watching.”
You and the other two move to put your two fingers on the object that’s on top of a piece of paper.
Sam takes a deep breath, “If there’s anything down here, that wants to show themselves or talk to us, feel free to use our energy ti push this pencil back and forth.”
After a few minutes, Sam looks up and Colby looks over, whispering quietly, “What was that?” He looks over at you and you shake your head, mumbling with a laugh, “I don’t like this.” “Hold on, the paper keeps slipping.” Colby fixes it, “Okay, there we go.”
After a few minutes, and the object moves and Colby looks at Sam. You hang you head down, laughing at the thought of this, “Oh this is crazy.”
“what the fuck?” San laughs nervously, “It’s moving for sure.”
“I’m like staring at our hands and it doesn’t look like anyone is pushing it, that’s the crazy thing to me.” Colby laughs slightly, “I know this doesn’t take much to push, but still, you know?”
“I promise I’m not pushing it. I’m too scared to do anything other than sit as still as I can.” You keep your head down, taking slow breathes as it continues to move.
Another few minutes goes by and Sam picks up the paper, “That looks like an S, or a two,”
Eddie walks over, “How about you come with me?”
“where the fuck did you come from? I thought you left.” You lay your hand on your chest and Colby laughs as Sam walks over to the guide.
“oh, no, no oh my god. Oh my fucking god.” Sam freaks out and you and Colby rush in to see him pointing to the cabinet in the room with all of the jars.
Colby starts freaking out.
You lean around Colby and your jaw drops, “There’s no fucking way.” You put your hands up and turn around, walking out.
“There’s literally no fucking way, no fucking way.” Sam says, “That is fucking almost identical, what the fuck!?”
Him and Colby freak out over it for a little bit longer while you stand out there trying to wrap your mind around what is happening right now.
“I’m actually shaking.” Sam holds his hand out and you step back in, “That’s fucking crazy.”
“That is fucking crazy.” Sam nods, “Holy fuck.”
“I swear to god I didn’t move it, I had no idea what it was going to be. I didn’t even bother looking at it the whole time we were doing that.” You put your hands on top of your head as you back out of the room, “Oh my god.”
“On ghost hunters, they caught the two glowing red, so I’d say that two is significant.” Eddie nods and Sam points to you, “You saw something a little bit ago when Colby came in here.”
You nod, “Yeah, but why that locker? What’s in it?”
“It’s just more of this.” Eddie motions to the full jars on the wall behind him.
“no, when we bought this, I truly did not believe in it worth shit. This is the third time we’ve done it, and every time it worked.” Sam explains excitedly, “Fucking crazy dude.”
For a moment there, you thought the ghost in the window was the worst thing of the night, the. It switched to the number two on the locker, but to your surprise, things kept getting worse.
After finishing up in the morgue, you all headed back up to your room, room number 202.
“I’m going to start recording now, and we’ll go check on your room to see if anything changed.” Sam looks back at you and you nod, “Okay.”
You walk up to the door, unlocking it and pushing it open before walking in. You scan over the room, immediately going to the bathroom as Sam and Colby check the camera.
You stand there, your jaw slack in shock as you turn to gave the door.
“What’s wrong?” Sam walks over to you as you come out of the bathroom, “Y/n.” You walk to the bed, “I made a mental note..” you turn to walk back into the bathroom, “That this towel, was draped over the side of the bathtub like this..” you move the towel from the against the wall, back to where you said it was.
“I made the mental note, just so I could know for sure, but I wonder if maybe when I was in here recording myself maybe I got it on camera?” You point, “Because that is fucking weird.”
“let’s check it out.” Sam nods, handing Colby the camera so he can grab the one you used earlier. You go and sit with Sam on the small couch, leaning over as he goes back to the footage of it just being you.
“Okay, so here you are, going into the bathroom.. and..” he looks at you, “It’s not against the wall, it’s not in the corner, you can see it right there!”
Your one hand flings up to cover your mouth, while you grab Sam’s arm with the other, “Oh my god!”
“It’s draped over the side like she said it was!” Sam looks up at Colby and then to you. Colby walks over,“Like actually? Let me see!”
Sam shows Colby the video and Colby’s jaw falls open, “Holy fuck. We do this shit all the time and somehow I still can’t believe we catch this shit.”
Sam nods, setting the camera down to lay his hand on yours, “No literally, like all the damn time.” He looks over at you, “Are you good?”
“y-no., that’s fucking insane, like that just proves that there’s something in this fucking room.” You stand up and slowly walk away to pace.
Sam stands up, watching your pace back and forth over the floor.
“so..” Colby turns his phone light on, “I have.. another scary thing to say.”
You look up at him, “Oh, that’s just fucking great. What?”
Colby walks over to the window and shines his light, “Tell me this doesn’t look like lips a nose and a chin on the window.”
Your hands fly to your mouth, “Oh my god, it is. It fucking is.”
Sam wraps his arm around your waist and covers his mouth, “that looks like something was presses against it looking in.”
“we’re on the second fucking floor!” Your voice goes a bit higher with fear, “There’s no fucking way, no fucking way. No. No.” You point your finger, “No.”
“it’s non stop.” Sam shakes his head and Colby sighs, “The most haunted hotel in America.”
You keep looking from the window back to the bathroom. You were in, what felt like shock, “there’s no way this is happening. Like I know it is, but I just-“ you shake your head, “Oh my god.”
“We have one final investigation, y/n. It’s up to you on whether or not you want to continue.” Sam looks at you and you take a deep breath, holding it in for a moment before breathing out, “Let’s just do it.”
“You’re sure?” He raises his brows, and you nod, “Yeah, this is too crazy not to finish. I’m fine.”
“okay.” He looks at Colby and Colby nods, “Let’s do this.”
You guys sit down for a second, just to recollect everything. Colby films Sam as he talks about the next, and last investigation of the night, “So it’s getting late, it’s currently..” He looks at his phone, “One fourteen in the morning, and we’re thinking we’re just going to do our final investigation in 419, the most haunted room, and just try to talk to everything at once.”
You look around as Sam continues, “We’re going to invite any spirit that is here, anything that’s been showing themselves to us throughout the entire night, to whatever moved the goddang towel.” He laughs slightly, “If you want to come up with us, you’re welcome to follow us just to, our next room.”
“you ready?” Colby looks at you and you nod, “Yep. Let’s do it.”
You head down to 419, and you and Colby make your way into the room while Sam goes to the bathroom.
“Before Sam gets back, are you really okay?” Colby looks over at you as he sets the camera down, “It’s totally okay if you’re not.”
You take a deep breath, “To be honest Colby, if I was with anyone else, I probably would have been at my limit already. I mean, this isn’t a bad hotel, like Sam said before, there isn’t any bad spirits here, it’s just the stuff that’s actually happening. The face print, to the towel moving, like it’s all just mentally.. confusing? You know what I mean?”
He nods, “I know what you mean. Doing this has taken a lot out of us some times. I’m just glad that you feel safe enough with us to keep doing this. You know damn well Sam would try to fight a ghost for you.”
You smile, laughing as you nod your head, “I don’t know how far he’d get with that, but I know Michael is living for it.”
Colby laughs and nods, turning his head as you hear knocking on the door, “That has to be Sam.”
“Or Theodora coming to fold some towels.” You give yourself the chills, “I hope it’s Sam.” You walk over with Colby, watching as the door opens and you immediately start laughing, “Oh my god.”
“Are you ready to summon Norman Baker!?” Sam comes in and dances around the room.
“You said you were going to the bathroom!” Colby laughs, recording Sam as he continues dancing, “What the shit?”
“I’m gonna summon Norman fuckin’ Baker in my purple sweatsuit.”
“where.. the hell did you even acquire something like this, Sam? Where did you have this stashed?” You look him up and down and laugh, “Oh my god.”
“I just wanted to be like Norman Baker.” He pulls the mask down from his mouth, “His favorite color is purple.”
You shake your head and walk over to sit down in one of the chairs, Sam follows and sits next to you, taking off the purple ski mask fully.
“You look like a nurse!” Colby says as he walks over, and Sam gasps, “Ohhh!”
You nod, “Yeah, he does.”
“Theodora is a nurse.” Sam looks over at you, “Like the head nurse.” You nod, “Sam, you nailed it with this one.” You laugh, “I can’t believe you’re wearing a rom- sorry, Momper.” You glance at the camera, “A man romper, but you look good in purple.”
“thank you. Thank you.” He smirks, “So anyway. This is one of our favorite methods of communication, they’re just.. regular flashlights.”
“yeah, yeah, I was with you guys at the, fuck, what’s it called.. the um, the fort something.. I can’t remember.” Colby snaps, finishing what you’re trying to say, “Yeah, yeah, Fort Henry.”
“that’s it.” You nod, “That was mind blowing, to say the least.”
“So you’ve seen how well this works, and then we have this device, called the Ovilus, it generates words based on frequencies. It also has a dictionary, so whatever comes here can speak back to us.” Sam smiles, “This shit is crazy.”
He looks around, “So we are here in Theodora’s room and I am wearing purple for Norman Baker.”
“it’s blue.” Colby whispers, and Sam looks up at him, “What?”
Colby speaks up, laughing slightly, “It’s blue.” Sam sighs and shakes his head, “If this color..” he points to himself, “Is blue, can you go up and tap the blue flashlight?” He turns around, “just go up, hit it, and it’ll turn on.”
Sam turns back around, and gives it a few seconds. You sit there quietly, looking at the device in his hand.
Sam points to Colby, whispering harshly, “I told you.” He flicks him off and Colby pans the camera to you.
You shrug and laugh quietly, “Leave me out of this.”
Colby turns the camera around to himself and he whispers as he flicks you and Sam off, “Fuck you, fuck you guys!”
“okay, but seriously.” Sam stops just as the red flashlight on the table turns on.
“oh my god.” You bring your hands to your face, “Oh my god.”
Colby points, “Theodora, if you’re with us, can you turn this off right here.” After a few seconds of it staying on, Colby turns the camera back to you and Sam, “Could it be Norman?”
“oh my god.” Sam shakes his head, “If your name is Norman Baker, if you recognize the name, can you turn off that red flashlight.”
Sam wasn’t even done speaking and the light went off. He stands up as you all gasp and yell, “Oh my god!”
Colby stands up, pointing behind you, “That one turned on! That one turned on!”
“it went off almost instantly.” You look behind you as Colby asks a question, “Do you not like talking about Norman Baker? Can you let us know if you want us to change the subject?”
You the a deep breath, “Did Michael follow us up here?”
“oh shit.” Colby whispers, “Maybe he did.” Sam yells and points behind you as the blue flashlight on the mantle turns on, “Ooooh!”
You gasp and pull your hood on your sweatshirt over and around your face as you let out a whine, “Noooo!”
You feel Sam’s hand lay on your shoulder and you look up, glancing back at the flashlight, “I don’t like it, I don’t like it, Michael. No.”
“let’s test it.” Sam nods, “If your name is Michael, can you turn off that blue flashlight on three?”
“one.”
“two.”
the flashlight goes off and you whip around, covering your face, “Noooo!” You stand up, shaking your head as you walk further away from the flashlight, “Oh my god. I cannot.”
“that was even on three.” Colby laughs, and Sam stands up, stepping closer to you as you speak, “Michael, I don’t know what you want, I can’t give you what you want.” You shake your head and walk back over to sit down in the chair.
Sam sits down next to you, “Ask another.”
“Michael.” You sigh, “If you want to talk to me, can you give me a sign of some sort? Touch the flashlights, or tell me on the device in my hand.”
Sam points to your hand, “If you speak right into this device, we can hear ya.”
“wait.” Colby stands up, “Is the ac on?”
“what?” Sam asks and Colby points, “Didn’t we turn that off?”
“it’s off.” You nod, and Sam agrees, “we turned it off.”
“I just felt like a cold breeze go this way.” Colby points, “Like on the back of my neck.”
Sam takes the device from your hand, “can you give us a hint as to who you are? We’d love to hear your story and speak to you directly.”
he pauses for a brief moment, “Occupation, or your name.” you gasp and point to the blue flashlight, “That just turned on.”
Sam keeps his eyes on the light, “Did you work here at the hotel? If so, can you turn that flashlight off?” the flash light goes off and Colby gasps slightly, “Ooh, okay. Um, Michael worked here, right? Wasn’t he a construction person?”
you and Sam both nod, “Yeah.”
“Maybe it’s time for that system, so we can get more clear answers.” Colby suggests and sam nods, holding up the device in his hand as Colby explains it, “So we have a piece of ghost equipment called the spirit box, if you come up and talk to it we can hear exactly what you’re saying through radio frequencies. If you’d like to use that give us an obvious si-“
“on, on on.” You point to the flashlight, “That’s on.”
“literally right as I said it, too!” Colby backs up, “Shit, okay. Since the spirit box wasn’t working, why don’t we take it up a notch and do the Estes method?”
“let’s do it.” Sam nods and you stand up, “I love this method.”
you move to the end of the bed, sitting next to Colby as he explains how it works for the camera.
“If anything goes weird, we’ll pull you out.” Sam assures and you nod as you get the blindfold ready, “I appreciate it.” You smile as you tie the blindfold around your head to cover your eyes and you put on the headphones that are producing a noise cancelling static.
Colby calls your name a few times, asking if you can hear him but you don’t budge. All you hear is static. “perfect.” Sam nods, and instantly after, you speak, “No man.”
Sam and Colby look at each other trying to figure out who doesn’t like men and Sam gasps, “Michael? Is this Michael?”
You stay still, repeating the words that you hear, “Girl I want you.”
Colby gasps, along with Sam, “Ohhh my fucking god!”
Colby looks back at you, “Michael, do you want y/n?”
You stay still, “Rope.” Colby shrugs, “He fell, didn’t he?”
Sam scoffs, “Yeah, or it’s like.. sexually?” Colby nods, “Yeah, like kinky shit.”
“Tell me… where you are now.”
Colby’s jaw drops as he looks at Sam to whisper, “I can hear this in her headphones.”
“I’m going to..” you shake your head, pausing. Sam picks up, “Where ya goin’?”
“what are you gonna do?” Colby asks, but you don’t say anything for a moment.
“I’ve worked here..”
Colby gasps and Sam tilts his head as he asks, “Did you work here with patients?” It’s silent for another few moments. “Children.”
“what would children- there was a children’s wing.” Sam nods, “This could be a nurse.” Colby looks from Sam to you, “can you give us a hint on who you are or what’s going on?” You shake your head slightly, “War..”
“The civil war?” Sam questions, “Wasn’t that like in the same city?”
“We are..” you pause, “Gone..”
“We are gone?” Sam repeats, and Colby looks at you, “Are you trapped here?” You don’t say anything for an another moment, “Empath.”
Colby gasps, “Can you tell that y/n is an empath? Have you been showing yourself to y/n all night?” Sam and Colby stare at you as they await for a potential answer.
“patience.”
“uh oh.” Sam shakes his head, “I don’t-“
You cut him off, “A man.”
“Are you the man that y/n saw in the bedroom, in the hotel room?” Sam asks, and it’s silent for another few minutes.
“God was here.”
“were you watching us from the window when we were outside?” Colby asks and again, silence for a few moments.
”I’m in the room.”
Sam gasps as Colby raises his hands to his face.
“what the fuck?” Sam whispers loudly as he looks at Colby then quickly back to you, “oh fuck, where are you?”
You shake your head, “That was so clear, I don’t know what is going on.”
“where are you in the room? Can you you point or show us?” Sam asks, “Fuck, Colby.”
Colby nods, looking from Sam to you, “Could it have been like the man in the window from her room or-“
you cut Colby off, “In the corner.”
“what the fuck!?” Sam yells, “In this corner?”
“glass.”
“glass?” Colby repeats, “no they’re talking about the other room.” Sam nods, “the window, and being in the room.”
“Holy shit.” Colby shakes his head, “I think this is Michael.”
“I fucking hope not.” Sam laughs slightly, “Can you confirm for us-“
“I like to dance.” ”were you in the ballroom with us?” Sam asks, pausing to wait for your response, but you say nothing. Colby speaks up, “Have you been following us all night?”
After a minute, you still don’t answer, so Colby asks again, “Can you confirm that you’re Michael.” he shakes his head, “That’s all we wanna know.”
“what’s your job, or-“
you cut Sam off, “I am here.”
Colby points to Sam and Sam yells, “oooh my god get her out, get her out, Colby.” Colby reaches over instantly and lays his hand on your shoulder. He reaches up to take off the headphones and you take off your blindfold, “Was it good?”
“ho-ly shit.” Sam says excitedly, and you look up at him, “I forgot about being here, like I forgot you guys were here.”
“well.. we asked if Michael was here and if he could confirm and you said, I’m here.” Your jaw drops and you shake your head, “Oh no no no.”
“and right at the beginning it was like girl I want you.” Sam laughs, “Good luck, Michael. Shes mine. You can’t have her.”
you laugh, shaking your head, “Good god. That actually gave me chills, that freaked me out majorly.”
“wait, really?” Sam asks and you nod, “yeah, it was like the most clear thing. It through me off at first, and then it just kept going.”
“listen, I don’t think Michael is a bad spirit.” Colby starts, “I think he was just following us the entire night. Just trying to get y/n’s attention.”
“fucking crazy st-“ you stop, gasping as you look behind you. Colby motions and Sam looks over, “What is that?”
“someone is probably in- I don’t know, what time is it?” You look up at Sam and Colby shrugs, “Go look.”
Sam walks over to the door and Colby follows, “There’s no door open, maybe someone opened it and then closed it after a second.” Sam whispers and you let out a shakey sigh as they walk back over.
“oh my goodness.” Sam sits across from you and Colby, “I can’t..” he stops and Colby shakes his head, “This entire investigation..” he motions and covers his gave.
You nod, “Just crazy.”
“I mean, it makes so much sense.” Sam starts as he looks at you, “He showed himself to you, and then he talked to you.”
“yeah, yeah. Crazy.” You laugh, “I don’t.. think I want to sleep alone, honestly.”
Sam nods, “Yeah, if Colby’s cool with it, he can stay here and the. I’ll stay with you in 202?”
Colby nods, “Yeah, that’s fine with me.”
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Thank you all so much for reading! I forgot how much fun it is to write reader into these videos! I hope you liked it as much as I liked writing it! I love you all and I will catch you in the next one! 🖤
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need ex hubby rafe and reader lore 😻 i just know he will forever be her man
loveee this ask because the two are so complicated with each other knowing they'll end up together anyways <3
exhusband!rafe and her hadn't even been together that long before they both 'decided' to call it off. only being together for two years prior, and now a year divorced. they both had their own issues which resulted in one specific toxic argument before she's brattily sliding the divorce papers towards him and he's glaring right back at her.
neither of them want the other to sign, but they love playing cat and mouse and challenging each other, it's fun─ with consequences.
he had short temper issues, and she had attitude issues. which one can only imagine how much they clash because she's so spoiled by him, and they're young. which results in another thing..
age difference. it's controversial. she's twenty-five and he's thirty. a year into their marriage she got pregnant, which caused a lot of stress on top of all that.
truth to be told, the two didn't have any specific reason for divorce other than her attitude which was caused by his short and aggressive temper. he'd never physically touched her in any way that's bad, they just caught each other on a really messy minded day.
he'd come home from doing deals allll day with barry, and she'd been home feeling all cranky and upset because she just missed her husband so badly! and as soon as he's entering that door to the house he worked so god damn hard for, she's running her mouth and he's over it all.
and when she threw the engagement ring at him that used to be his mothers, he was floored. hurt, and so confused because he's panicking now and it's all just so messy and she's out within the next week in a house he offered to pay off, all thanks to his real estate cameron business.
yes, he will forever be her man, and her his woman. the two are so attached to each other and can never go within a week without fucking at least once or twice. it's almost every time where she's picking up their kids that he's convincing her to stay the night which ends up with them messily all over each other and practically screaming out the words "i love you" to one other while going at it like some bunnies.
exhubby!rafe is so pussy whipped and the spoiled brat is so dick drunk, the two would never ever think about getting with other people because who else would take care of the other like he and she does?
and it's the way he's always handing her a weekly allowance, paying for her nails, hair, shopping addiction sprees, etc. he pays for everything.. and that has her knowing he's the only guy for her ever.
#rafe cameron smut#rafe obx#rafe x reader#exhusband!rafe#obx rafe cameron#smut#drew starkey#drew starkey smut#ugh they need to get it tg#i love u anon ur a genius
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Please hualian modern au fic. I want a 32 year old Xie Lian who's just gotten his life together (after a violently abusive relationship with his step father) even though he's living in studio apartment that's barely bigger than his second hand car that has had the 'check engine' light flashing for the past month but he hasn't had the time to actually do anything about it so it will keep flashing for now. He's rekindled his friendship with his two life long best friends that he'd parted ways with in college and they're both trying to help him in their own way but the status quo that used to exist among them has changed so much that the duo have lost their footing. Mu Qing in his effort to push Xie Lian to just live with him in his 2 bedroom apartment keeps making passive aggressive backhanded comments about Xie Lians living situation that he scolds himself for the moment he's alone. Whilst Feng Xin becomes an overprotective mother hen everytime Xie Lian so much as coughs but also keeps talking about how it's his cars fault, or his apartments fault, or it's about how his job as a janitor (best job he could find as a college drop out) is making him sick because of all the fumes from the cleaning supplies even though he knows Xie Lian of all people would be careful about that sort of thing.
But Xie Lian, for the first time in so many years, is so genuinely content with what he has. He has his fluffy cat waiting for him at home. He has an actual stove to cook his food instead of just cup noodles, and a working refrigerator which is all so amazing compared to the 6 years he spent homeless while trying to run away from his abuser.
Then he meets San Lang who asks him out on a date but instead of some fancy place he makes a picnic with homemade sandwiches and sparkling water and they would eat and play games and then look at the stars when it got late. Every date they go on always has San Lang doing something special but inexpensive because he knows tossing money at something isn't going to be what Xie Lian cares about.
It's revealed, of course, that San Lang was actually the 12 year old boy that 16 year old Xie Lian had saved from committing suicide by grasping his hand just before the little boy could let go. As San Lang got older, he craved to find Xie Lian again to tell him how much his help and words had meant to him. But when he stumbled on Xie Lian working as part of the clean-up crew at one of his events, suddenly the long forgotten crush he'd felt for his savior suddenly revealed itself after a very long time
And Xie Lian would realize that he wasn't just content. He was... actually.... happy.
He didn't wake up every morning with hope that it would be a good day. He knew it would be the second he opened the morning text San Lang sent to him every day. He doesn't eat alone anymore. San Lang always joins him on his meals, and if San Lang could persuade him, he would even take him out to eat somewhere he thinks Xie Lian would like. San Lang doesn't try to persuade Xie Lian to quit his job though, because he knows Xie Lian loves his work and the kids at the school. But he always makes it a point to drop him off and pick him up and if anyone's jaw drops to see the school janitor popping out of a sleek, dark red Ferrari, Xie Lian doesn't notice. Too busy giving his boyfriend his goodbye kiss.
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A fish out of water. (Idk I wanted to make the title reference Stan's Cipher Zodiac symbol but I couldn't think of a witty way how. Is it even a fish?? Idk I see a fish lol.)
("Wherever we go, we go together alright bro?")
Light filled the room as Stan flipped the lightswitch to his condo. Soft white light filled the room, a mixture of trash and trinkets littered the room in front him.
(Right... I forgot I've been needin' to take care of that. Eh I'll get to it tomorrow. The twins won't be back here until a couple of days.)
Reaching up to scratch his chin, a sharp pain registered as his hand scratched his chin and lower lip.
(OW Ffff-french toast... Figures I'd forget about the number that guy did on the old kisser.)
Earlier that day another jerk had mistaken him for his twin. The usual routine, of course he made sure to return the favor with interest though. There's no way that guy would be seein' anything with his left eye for a good while after the mark he left on it.
(Welp, better get to trying to fix this up. Mabel and Ford'll definitely worry even more than usual if this gets infected.)
Saying that, the old man shuffled over to his bathroom, dodging the miscellaneous items that covered the floor.
(Aight let's get this over with...)
The bathroom was a little disorganized, but everything was more or less the same as it usually was. Still, it was a bit of an adjustment to get used to having Mabel (and to an extent Dipper's) stuff in the sink cabinet along with his own.
Searching through the wave of clutter in the cabinet, Stan eventually found the peroxide he was searching for, to his dismay he did find he was out of normal band-aids, so he was forced to use the box of band-aids covered with designs of puppies, kittens, and narwhals.
(Really hope Mabel doesn't mind I'm usin' one of her band-aids...)
Stan knew she wouldn't, heck she'd insist he use them, but Stan couldn't help but feel at least a little bit guilty for needing to ask for handouts from her, a kid.
Cleaning up the wound was about as fun as it could be, but it wasn't the worst. God knows he's had to clean up way worse.
After quickly slapping a kitten band-aid with the words "Paw-Sum Dude!" onto his wound, he found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror.
(Geez, I guess I'll never escape bein' pointdexter's shadow sometimes huh?)
It was to be expected with being a twin right? Especially if one was more famous than the other.
Although these days that "popularity" was more negative than positive.
(At least it wasn't the dog treats n' cat biscuits thing this time. I HATE when they do that.)
Geez what would Pa think with how they turned out, what would MA think?
Times like these he really wished he could literally beat some sense into people. If he could only make people understand Ford like he did, or at least, like he THOUGHT he did.
(Shoot, he started thinking like this again.)
Like a slideshow in science class, bits and pieces of memories of his youth flashed by in a blink of an eye.
Fond memories of their times on the beach, their first day of school, to the awkward start of learning to box.
To the less wonderful times, the fights between their parents or the family in general, times the two got hurt defending themselves from bullies, to all of the times the two fought.
...
"This was no accident, Stan; you did this! You did this because you couldn't handle me going to college on my own!"
(Crap, I'm dwellin' on this again? Why? It's been years since that dumb mistake!)
And yet it wasn't just a dumb mistake was it? It was THE dumb mistake. The one that cost Ford his dream college, the one that ruined their relationship for so many years, the one one that got Stanley kicked out onto the streets by their Father and was forced to survive all those years on his own.
(If only I had manned up and had told the truth about that dumb machine earlier, we probably could've fixed it. I could've prevented all of the junk that I caused to the family, I probably could've PREVENTED Ford from ever getting involved with that dumb triangle!)
But... was their any truth to that? In a perfect world where Stan didn't screw up once again, could he confidently say things would've been better?
(Why didn't he say anything that day? Why didn't he stand up against Pa that day? Did I screw up so much he hated me that much?)
The funniest part about that was he could'nt even ask Ford about it. If he did, Ford got this distant look on his face while havin' a 50/50 shot of either spacing out for a good while or freakin' out for what felt like AGES.
Stan began to feel a tight feeling in his chest, his throat starting to close as it started to become harder to breathe.
The very same man who had carried so much pride in himself and his work, that he was willing to leave Stan out to dry when Stan had screwed up his chances at getting into his dream school, was now a shell of his former self.
(You threw everything away for... for... some dumb triangle with an eye! Your self respect, your family, you gave it all up for what??)
Tears began to flow down Stanley's cheeks.
(Damnit, I shouldn't be crying. A man ain't supposed to cry over something as small as this!)
As Stan tried his best to try and rebottle his emotions again, something caught his eye as he looked out in front of him.
It was Ford. His spitting image stared back at him, looking just as upset as he was while wearing the same things as he did.
His previous sadness soon began to blossom into rage as Stan found himself grabbing the baseball bat he kept in the bathroom for emergencies.
"Y-YOU JUST HAD TO HAVE EVERYTHING DIDN'T YOU!"
*Crack*
"AND STILL YA GAVE UP EVERYTHING TA BE WITH SOMETHIN' THAT DOESN'T TREAT YA BETTER THAN A STRAY DOG!!"
*Shatter*
"I-I"
The words "Hate you" hung on the edge of this tongue. He wanted to say those words so BADLY. Wanted to believe em' too. And yet he couldn't.
The mirror in front of him was shattered beyond repair, pieces of it still hanging onto it's frame as the rest collected into the sink below it.
From those pieces, Stan was able to see the ball of anger that stood in front of him. Ford's reflection wasn't there anymore, it was him again, yet with the way he looked in the mirror, he also saw his Father's stern look staring back at him, his rage filled eyes reflecting back at him in the triangular piece of mirror that stubbornly held on to the mirror's frame despite what a majority of the other pieces did by just breaking off from it.
("All you ever do is lie and cheat, and ride on your brother's coattails.")
*Clunk*
The bat fell to the ground as Stan felt himself fall to his knees, tears flowing even stronger as he found his body doing the opposite of what his mind told it to do.
A bloodcurdling roar filled the night, similar to a hurt angry bear, the sound afterwards followed by sobs.
Stan would eventually get to collecting himself enough to clean up the mess in the bathroom, afterwards falling asleep at his armchair with the tv on as whitenoise. The framed pictures of his family watching over him as his only companions that night.
It was going to be "fun" to think up a lie to tell the neighbors the next day about the noise coming from his condo, but he was too exhausted to worry about that right now. Right now, he just wanted to sleep, hoping the cravings for certain substances would leave in the morning, he made so much progress for the twins already, he didn't want to lose all of it due to some "hysterical episode" of his.
Of course, when Mabel and Dipper called the next morning they'd be none the wiser of what ailed their Great Uncle, he'd be matching their excited energy as they told them what mischief they've gotten into lately.
Ford would still be none the wiser as he embraced his brother when they metup that afternoon, although he would find it strange Stanley had trouble looking him in the eye that day, although he'd be quickly brushed off when he'd ask Stan if anything was wrong and if he and his Muse could help with anything.
Stanley was going to make sure that nobody was going to see or know the fragile side to him.
Nobody was going to know that "Stanley Screwup Pines" was struggling with personal issue.
If luck wasn't on your side you kept trying until it was, even if you had to cheat your way to winning.
You didn't just accept defeat when you're knocked down.
If there was something wrong with a performance you just continued onwards, winging it and acting like nothing was wrong because the show must go on.
He wasn't ever going to cry in front of anyone.
Cause especially if he cried,
SHE would cry along with him.
And he wasn't ever going to let that happen as long as his lived.
In a way you could say this was the greatest con Stanley Pines ever did.
Convincing everyone, even himself, that he was infact, fine.
(HEY BESTIES! I totally lost some sleep writing this but after seeing the latest post my Jellyskink about Stan I knew I had to try writing some fanfiction for Stan!
The 14 year old girl that possessed me is happy to say it was fun to try writing more angsty fanfiction, especially since that's a specialty for the Gravity Falls Fandom when it isn't being silly or comforting lol.
I hope this turned out decently! As I writing this I was thinking of two Marina songs to recommend but I couldn't decide on one so I thought I'd share both of them.
"The Family Jewels"
"Teen Idle"
Both by Marina.
I hope I kinda captured Stan's essence! I always kinda thought he gave off the "Bruiser with a soft side" trope and stuff!
He's so bbg, I hope everyone enjoys the very girlypop and slaytastic fanfic I wrote for him! Geez I'm having too much fun talking like this lmao!)
THIS IS SO SADDD I LOVE IT 💔💔💔 POOR STAN!!!
(Pictured above: Ford's obliviousness has only gotten worse in his isolation from other humans)
(Also pictured above: the young twins are currently holding the family brain cells)
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Homestuck Is For Cat People
(page 928-941)
KITTEN UPDATE: Rose has picked up the kitten and is cradling it so gently.
The big development here is another APPEARIFIER, this one green (on theme with the lab) and perhaps a different model as it has this arcade cabinet setup instead of the big flat Playstation Portable that WV had (p.738). A coin-operated appearifier is a fun thought and I’m glad the idea was planted in the story, even if it didn’t come to pass.
This appearifier can be adjusted in time, but has been specifically locked onto Rose’s childhood cat Jaspers, who is apparently a Very Important Cat – there’s a special catlock symbol on the bottom of page 929. The funniest reveal is that Jaspers was always wearing a suit, and was fitted with a new one for the funeral, but not his first one.
And then we zoom out and see BABY ROSE. So small. Giant wet anime eyes way too big for her face. This is from Thursday September 7, 2000, and Rose was born in the winter of 95/96, so she’s 4 close to turning 5, and she is already a therapist and (according to unreliable present Rose) may have written the phrase ‘characteristically recalcitrant’ in a notepad.
Rose’s immediate instinct upon seeing this is to cause a time paradox. As though she doesn’t have enough problems already.
KITTEN UPDATE: The kitten is clinging to the trailing end of Rose’s scarf.
Rose creates a slime-cat just as WV creates a slime-pumpkin (p.752), and then we get a MASSIVE lore bombshell. This appearifier is connected to a slime chamber/DNA sequencer, automatically sucking up the paradox slime which contains the DNA of whatever was/wasn’t appearified. (I can confirm from Real Life that molecular biology sometimes involves slime).
If it’s working, the machine then creates a PARADOX CLONE; an actual, living, non-slime embryo of the creature which can most likely grow like any other creature of its species. This one isn’t quite working; the kitten nibbling the scarf is actually a very close copy but the two-headed version in a jar is a step backwards. These are, apparently, ‘unsuccessful attempts to perfect the science of ECTOBIOLOGY.’
‘Ectobiology’ is written in green in the narrative so we know it’s important. And it is a very green and slimy word. Maybe a word that could describe a kid wearing a green slime ghost shirt. John is (or wants to be) someone who clones creatures through appearification, sequencing, and synthesis. It’s… weirdly analogous to how alchemy works in Sburb. Appearifying the slime = dispensing the cruxite, a raw material to work on. Sequencing the DNA = carving the totem, encoding the specific data. And synthesizing a clone = alchemizing an object, creating something physical out of digital data. It actually seems really easy, and like it doesn’t require any actual biology knowledge. But how does John know about this science when we’ve never seen it mentioned outside this ominous underground lab? And does John have plans with this? Specific clones he’d like to create??
Jaspers ‘tells Rose a secret’ and again I am wondering if we are supposed to take this literally, if cat speech is possible via Skaia’s will or if this is a weird false memory of Rose’s. And then he’s appearified away, by someone who isn’t Rose at some point in the past/future. For exactly two weeks his location is hidden by static; then he returns battered, and then we get the Jaspers-centric animated page, something I wasn’t expecting for today but am thrilled to have.
KITTEN UPDATE: The kitten is blinking all four eyes in sequence, like a crowd doing the wave.
A funeral dirge filled with purrs and meows plays as we see Jaspers’ extravagant funeral (complete with Mom’s martini glass and what looks like a funeral lab coat?), time in the mausoleum, and journey to the lab and transportalization today to somewhere with a gray square-patterned carpet. I don’t think we’ve seen this specific carpet before, but we have seen some geometric gray carpets in Jade’s house (for example, p.914). This is intercut with moments of the new mutant kitten chewing on Rose’s scarf, rolling around, and being generally adorable. Surely Rose is falling in love with this kitten as much as I am.
Rose appearifies Jaspers back and with ‘all this sorted out’ (p.940) grabs both cats and transportalizes away to who knows where. I do not feel like anything is sorted out. I actually have nothing but questions. But I’m glad Rose is feeling good.
Thinking through all this. Someone – presumably Rose’s mom – has been trying and failing to specifically recreate Jaspers. We know that resurrecting Jaspers via Sburb is a big goal of Rose’s, even if she’s reluctant to admit it, so that’s a big parallel between these two characters who have a lot of distance and hostility. Rose was so young when Jaspers disappeared that losing him must have been a formative memory. Jaspers was likely Mom’s cat from before Rose was born; her cat plushies suggest she’s a cat lover in general. She might have been working on getting Jaspers back ever since the moment he disappeared. The question is, does she want him back for herself or for Rose?
It's also possible that this setup has been here even longer, and that Mom herself appearified Jaspers from Rose’s therapist couch that day. Maybe accidentally, and it had bad effects, and she’s been trying to create a new Jaspers ever since as an apology (a real Dr Frankenstein way to approach interpersonal relationships but GREAT characterization) or maybe on purpose for some more nefarious/experimental reasons, considering the ‘no accessible feed’ during the time between his disappearing from Rose’s side and reappearing at the river.
KITTEN UPDATE: The kitten has been PRETTY DECENTLY ESCAPALIZED along with Rose!
> Rose: Check for additional cats in your new surroundings.
#homestuck#reaction#i got a 100% on my first big school assignment!!!!#which counts 15% of my grade for the whole year!!!!#i literally didnt believe it when i saw the number i was like 'that cant be real'#only bad thing is i didnt get given any areas for improvement. which would have helped. but im not gonna complain abt this lmao#just glad im on track and able to handle the material :D#chrono
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I’m currently CRAVING some classic mxf plots at the moment and I have a bunch of male ocs I can throw someone’s way! I’m 21+ and write on discord in our own server but also open to writing on tumblr or other places! Advanced lit, multi-para, and can write a lot if we get the ball rolling, and I love all things slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, romance, and so much more. Open and for some scenarios specifically looking for legal age gaps (not fresh 18 legal lmao), and open to things like size differences, golden retriever/black cat, opposites attract, those sort of vibes! I’m open to plotting new ideas with people but the current ones I have in mind are:
- Historical, 1800s~; a sweet, charming young noble man, can be written as human or a vampire if we want a supernatural twist! Open to writing him against anyone but some ideas: a woman from another noble family trying to be set up with him or purely intrigued by him and his reputation; a scholar, who he can offer support and resources to to pursue/share her studies; similar vein, an artist/musician/etc whom he can host and support; someone from more humble backgrounds hired to work in his home for him.
- Another historical 1800s~ setting; an older, stoic man from humble backgrounds, can also be written as a werewolf for supernatural drama! Ideas for him: he could be a gardener or stable hand for a wealthy family; a farmer in the countryside that helps a runaway noble woman, or a woman new to his small village.
- (Modern/adults) physically intimidating looking guy who’s actually very sweet/gentle, and his more fiery, rebellious/outgoing girlfriend.
- (Modern/teens-young adults) troubled, rebellious guy and a reserved, smart student type girl.
- (Historical, Wild West/adults) older outlaw and his young sweetheart, navigating two different lives and reconnecting after/throughout the years.
- (Modern/adults) older single father and a younger, bubbly woman; maybe a teacher for one of his kids, maybe a new person at work, maybe a neighbour who wants to lend a hand, etc!
- (Modern-slight historical- 18/1900s/adults) older country village farmer guy and the new woman in town.
- (High fantasy, historical/medieval/adults) A variety of adventurers, bounty hunters, rogues, mages, heroes that can fit against just about anyone! Fantasy races and supernatural stuff included (elves/tieflings/werewolves/anything and everything.)
If anything catches your eye, feel free to say so and we can chat more about characters and details! Some of my oc’s include darker topics in some settings and backstories, but all boundaries will be respected! I use realistic faceclaims the majority of the time and would prefer them, but also accept descriptions and Pinterest boards! Some of my oc’s are not white, so if that’s an issue, we probably won’t work out lol. Open to smut but it’s not the main focus and I don’t rush into it! Things I’m not looking for: dark, abusive relationship, complete power imbalances, pregnancy plots. Otherwise though, let’s chat and plot stuff out together! ☀️
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THEY'RE SO FREAKING CUTE AS KIDS Omg i cant with them. Babies your honor. So small
(Also wdym Vika originally had red hair- did I miss that or is it new info?)
Im very curious about how Vika's personality would evolve without the influence of his trauma. He would likely be more aware for a lack of a better term, both of himself and others so not having felt like a ghost all his life (which is ironic-) would definitely affect the way he interacts with others and carries himself. Even if in the end he turns out to still be mostly introverted and aloof, it wouldn't be to the extreme it does currently
Which, I love the idea of. I want to pinch his cheeks and coo at how small he is. He deserves every childhood experience he deserves sleepovers with Saran he deserves birthday parties where he is dying to see if the cake tastes as good as it looks. God, he's so freaking cute. I want to dump every blanket on him and protect him from the world
Also BABY SARAN. GOD. I'm dead. Dying as we speak. He looks so mischievous. Looks like he is going to vanish from sight and the next thing you know chaos has unfolded. The kind of kid that you have to be constantly watching. The house is suspiciously quiet kinda kid. Bet he and Vika get up to all sorts of shit and a good chunk of that is his fault
Have i mentioned that i want to pinch their cheeks already. Slice of life AU where they're normal kids and grow up as normal people is killing me. I want to see them throw a tantrum. And just enjoy be kids. Want to see them grow and go to school and complain about homework and go to the park and just. Enjoy life
-🦜. Too weak to them as little kids. Im going to need 3-5 business days to recover from this /j
as i mentioned in the quick post earlier, ye vika is actually a redhead if it werent for the illness/parasite!!
baby vika in this scenario/AU where hes not afflicted w the parasite would still be introverted and shy but not as extreme as canon; hes still a rather calm kid and gets overlooked often bc hes small (until he has quite the growth spurt and by the age of 18 hes the tallest) but hes not as melancholic/sad/nervous/anxious as canon
baby saran is the same as always; a menace to society LMAO. youre correct with everything you said about him AHHAHAHHAH if hes gone from your sights you know hes up to some shit. hes a menace and chaotic and a brave lil fool but he always shows respect and kindness and compassion for others. he always ropes vika into things and yes when they cause trouble its almost always sarans fault AHHAH whenever its vikas, saran takes the blame
theyre def the kind of kids that always stick together; saran is the popular kid but he always looks at vika and gets him to join them all. ppl joke abt vika being sarans lil shadow and saran gets all angry cat like "hes not my shadow, hes my sun!!!"
they grow up together and hang out all the time, help and support and love each other. i think i might draw this slice of life AU fr as a lil mini series aughhhh granting vika the childhood and youth he never had is reason enough aaa
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I keep dreaming about taking home a new cat or kitten
Last night I dreamt an old neighbour had been watching/taking care of a cat for me, and I went to pick him up. She had like 30 cats and it took us a while to locate him.
He was hiding in a backpack, and a member of the household brought him to me. He was a slightly chubby grey cat with white socks. A very sweet boy. But while living with this neighbour he had acquired a skin condition, and had scabby patches. They had to explain to me this long and complex medical routine for him.
And I was like, okay, yes, I will do all of that. No problem.
I was well into planning his introduction into the household by the time I woke up. Now I'm a bit sad that he's not real. I didn't even have a name for him
Can my brain stop inventing cats for me to want, please
#i want cats the way some people want kids#i want many kitty babies#dreams#stress dreams#the poor baby was in such rough shape... maybe it's better he doesn't exist so a real kitty doesn't have to deal with itchy painful skin#i mean. i am sure there are real cats who do have similar issues but ya know what i mean#this is probably just my brain's way of processing billi's medical needs and my constant yearning for more kitties
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Ghost after meeting Soap.
Price : Have you slept?
Ghost : Depends what day it is
Price : Go to bed.
#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#captain john price#implied ghostsoap#implied soapghost#ghost is a catboy by the way#Soap is more complicated because he's a cat person and doesn't like dogs but also he's very dogboy leaning personality wise#dad price for the win even if he's only old enough to be big brother price; he's 50 spiritually according to his 'kids'#price would be like 'ok do you want to talk about it?'#and ghost would look at him like 'what do you mean “talk about it” what happened to bottle it up like normal people?'#“i'll just forget all about it” ghost tells himself#and then soap is bumping into him in the corridor and smiling up at him with the power of the fucking sun and wow ghost is in love fuck#i was supposed to draw something for valentine's day but my brain was all no : funny scene first but now it's 9:30 am and i haven't slept#maybe expect something for valentine's day at some point - probably not today tho but like at some point this week maybe ?
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horrifying realization about how I've characterized Zexion
#kingdom hearts#zexion#warrior cats#jayfeather#if you're wondering where on earth this came from:#piecing together the way people like vexen and xigbar talk to zexion (condescendingly)#how he responds (overly formally and with hidden irritation)#and the way even treated ienzo based on bbs/that one part of the bbs credits/ienzo's own testimonies#basically he is not getting the respect he wants or deserves and did not as a child either and is trying so hard to get it#man i could make a flow chart of characters who influenced how i see zexion and then characters i like because they remind me of him#bc alongside jayfeather there's this kid from the five kingdoms series#and the way he handles his powers subconsciously influenced some of my zexion headcanons#me post
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The difference between the tragedy of Edwin's and Charles' lives and deaths and what makes Charles' much more compelling to me is that Edwin never had anyone he could trust: he grew up with distant parents who i imagine he saw rarely and could not confide in, then he went to school and was immediately recognized as other in a way he had not fully realized of himself yet and was killed for it, and then comes hell and well who can u trust in hell? Certainly not the things that chase you until your legs ache, and even if your compatriots in the whole ordeal are as innocent as you, trapped in the same technicality, what is the good of trusting them, when they are just as helpless as you?
But Charles? Everyone Charles was supposed to trust betrayed him. His parents were close to him, atleast somewhat, atleast his father was around enough to get sick of hearing owner of a lonely heart, and his mother was around enough to watch his father beat him and be silently horrified and ultimately not do anything about it, maybe she stepped in once and we just never saw it, but I wouldn't bet on it, Charles' mom is 'quiet' that's her defining feature to Charles not protective or gentle just 'quiet', then Charles gets to school and he is popular he has friends! He has people who care for him (or should maybe, as long as he's good at sports like he's needed to be) and then he stands up for one person, because he has always wanted to be good and maybe he trusts himself to do it just this once and his friends kill him and his own actions signed the death warrant and he cannot even trust himself to do the right thing properly (it never got better and then you died)
And maybe, maybe Edwin does it too, with less intention to hurt, and with less knowledge but Charles and Edwin trust eachother maybe more than anything (maybe Charles would sooner slip away from earth's gravity than stop putting his trust in Edwin who he thinks is good and smart and brills and aces) and maybe Edwin still looks at Charles trying to protect him after Charles has had maybe the worst week of his existence and says "that was a bit...... extreme" and Edwin still promises Charles can tell him anything while hiding himself in a way that makes Charles feel untrustworthy
So yeah I'll never stop thinking about the tragedy of Charles Rowland actually 👍 think about him with me
#Charles Rowland#Edwin payne#dead boy detectives#Wrotong this down made me want to delve even further into characters and their relationships w/ trust btw#Crystals is also really interesting to me because she is looking for people she trusts and she keeps coming up empty slowly coming to the#relaization that she cant even trust herself and she'll never b the same girl but theres old roads that need to be repaved#or atleast properly gated off and she nearly loses the trust she has built up over the course of the show because it is not enough to trust#them with her and she cant trust herself with them because she has finally friends she doesnt want to hurt for amusement and she is sick w/#the idea it wont last#Niko lost two of the biggest ppl she could trust in one fell sweep as one died and the other just wanted her to not be sad anymore and it#broke her in a way and shes having to build new bridges to find herself again#The Cat King trusts people enough to let them in his bed and to charm them but not enough for them to see anything deeper to see who he#really is because he is A Cat King (TM ;) ) and he should be Better than That and hes just as petty and mortal as anyone else#Monty well maybe this is a hot take but monty trusts himself and not much else he is a charmer and confident in his feelings for Edwin he i#sure of his ability to deceive and Charm the ghost boys and i think he is sure when he brings Charles his bag#Maybe u could say Monty trusts Esther but i dont thinks thats true when he realizes the effects Esthers revenge will have he tries 2 get th#ghost buys tf outand even earlier he crows when Esther is trying to “threaten some kids#monty“ and then obvi already mentioned getting charles his bag he doesnt so much trust esther as he is chained to her which kinda makes me#wonder how old is monty? Like when made into a human he is made vaguely teenager aged but like he is the familiar of a very old witch is he#the last in a long series of familiars or is he near as old as Esther herself maybe he was picked up some years ago but long after Esther#was already a well established witch he could literally be any age wtf
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“Of course you have an Other Brother,” he says, waving off her denial as he opens some nearby cabinets. “Who else would I be if I wasn’t?”
Small WIP sketch of the Other Brother from IDKSomethingClever99’s fic “Mari in the Pink Palace”!!! OMORI and Coraline are my two biggest interests ever so this fic was like winning the lottery for me. Not to mention how good it is… please go read it ragh
#omori#omori au#omori sunny#coraline#this fic cured my artblock and writing block partially too is there anything it can’t do#Idksomethingclever99 what are you PUTTING in this thing it’s like a drug in the best way possible#Anyway this is a really lazy and terrible other brother design… I had so many other ideas for his outfit#I had wanted to keep the bug motifs the other mother has in her outfit as well as referencing the recital#Cause. You know#mari’s perfect world#Where he gets good at the violin lmao…#But I got lazy so here was a very simplified design I made#Fingers yearned for rest couldn’t draw complicated ideas I had…#Anyways anyways love this fic#So much#god#i fucking love how mewo is portrayed too#She’s like a weary mother trying to give some tough love to her kids landkrk#She’s such an asshole but I say that affectionately#Not to mention the fact that she didn’t info dump like the cat did in coralline to mari because she was more focused on getting her home-#-and safe from the beldam than actually telling her what he was doing… christttt#And yes I will still call him the beldam#Them??? Idk djdjdjej#I also love how all the other friends are gahhhh… I can’t WAIT to see their other forms when mari’s getting the eyes#Fun fact this drawing was originally meant to be a redraw of that one scene with the cocobugs#Since it’s super pretty and I wanted to draw it#But it’s not in the fic yet (next chapter I think?) and the author takes a lot of creative liberties which I LOVE so I wanna read the scene#First before attempting to draw it#But I really hope they lean into the uncanniness of Sunny of all people surrounding himself with bug imagery#Since that goes against what mari knows about him a LOT and will further cement that something is NOT RIGHT with this guy
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that weird ass fucking lifetime christmas movie that’s thinly veiled fan fiction about taylor swift and travis kelce makes me so uncomfortable like that is FREAK behaviour, making that a real movie is FREAK BEHAVIOUR. i can’t even watch the trailer for it it just freaks me out
#idk how to explain it#like i think the harry styles fan fic movies are kind of funny#like definitely still deeply weird and creepy and if i was him i’d never go outside again#but for some reason this one is like 1000 times worse to me#maybe because it’s not even a y/n thing it’s just 2 real life actual people#idk i don’t like a lot of the tayvis fans anyway#i really don’t have any opinions on travis kelce like i’m a fan of taylor swift not her boyfriends lol#did he write all too well 🤔🤨#anyway#but yeah i don’t like them!!! they’re freaks! people didn’t even act like this over haylor and that was CULTURE#it’s mostly how obsessed they are like why are we watching FOOTBALL for a MAN#it just feels so conservative to me lol#and how badly they want her to get married and get pregnant 😭#WERID AS FUCK TO OBESSIVE OVER SOMEONE LIKE THAT#weird as fuck!!! like she’s never talked about wanting kids and wanting to get married#and has consistently referred to herself as a lonely cat lady#but i digress#and the way she’s only shut down rumours about her getting married or being pregnant because they actually offend her🤔#food for thought#moral of the story is i don’t like how people behave about them#let’s talk about her lyricism and her artistic abilities not her womb lmao crazy thought#taylor swift#mari.txt
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💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 you know that post about creating community if that's what you crave?
I made an enormous pile of choc chip cookies and I batched it out for our upstairs and downstairs neighbours, my ma and my great-uncle across town, and my granddad's old pal and his family, and I just got done delivering them and I feel like 🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽
so alight and alive with it all!!!! I love people! I love them!!! I am so full of fruit and phone numbers I probably won't ever call!
Life can be so unbearably sweet ❤️
#I'm badly depressed so it was a rote mechanical baking exercise yesterday bc I've been meaning to bake sth as a housewarming present#for upstairs for like 2 years now. and they're always so nice to us. and they brought dates from the South with them this time#so I got to do it. finally. and their kid is a big k-pop stan so I got the 👀👀👀👀👀 stare from her but she's super sweet too#and I hope the next Korean she meets is more interesting/less of a fake lol#downstairs (young couple) was happy with me (I watched the cookies disappear in real-time)#my ma and I ate some at the old bazaar while cat-watching which 👌 and then my great-uncle actually finished his!#and then late this evening I went over to the H's who are so chummy and sweet and kept me for an hour#and I got to meet everyone after like 2 years of Mr H telling me his daughter and I would be BFFs#(she's really cool. a single mom working in mech eng? here? the coolest literally)#sooooo yeah that's more socialising than I've done in 2024 put together. and all of them are people I like and wanted to connect with!!!#and I got to do it! I got to talk to all of them and all of them were just so lovely#food continues to be my way of prying the door open and it has yet to fail me :D#I feel whole. Finally. I feel like I'm doing something worthwhile with my waking hours.#and all it took was 300g of butter and a slab of chocolate. I got to know so many neighbours. it filled a void I've been sick from.#.........:) yeah.#thought
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I'm not really in the position to talk about it, I'll admit that, but I do think the amount of vitriol Way of Water got over the fact Jake Sully has dreads was a little bit much.
Like, there's "white guy has dreads" and then there's "white guy is playing a blue cat alien who happens to have dreads" and those two things are pretty obviously, to me anyway, not really the same thing. But what do I know, I guess.
I dunno, it just felt over the top. I don't usually claim people are trying to get offended, but this absolutely felt like the one scenario in which that really seemed to be the case.
#this is 100% a controversial take for some reason so no reblogs#but I just wanted to talk about this a bit 'cause I remember so mamy people bitching about this when the movie came out#like Jake Sully having dreads got *way* more hate than Spider#at least from what I saw#a blue cat alien having dreads got more hate than the literal human white kid#genuinely at that point you're looking for things to get mad about#like you can absolutely hate this series all you want#but *this* was just nitpicky#it's a blue fucking alien my dudes
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Various recent pictures of things
#or.. recent ISH.. this was still a few months ago lol#photo diary#EEEee... it's like over 45 minutes away from where I live but I finally found an arcade to go to that's not like entirely in the city and#is less busy. I went like the second they opened at 11:55am on a tuesday while school was still in. So there was basically no other people#there aside from like 5 staff. + wearing high quality KN95 mask and limiting my time there to under 1hr..#Also this was before the current summer covid surge happening since June in the US. so... I got to do One Single safe activity for once lol#skee ball my beloved.....#I actually don't like a lot of arcade games so I basically just spent 70% of the time doing skeeball ghjbjh#But I did weirdly like that pearl themed machine.. even though its one of those foolish games where you just drop items#and hope that they build up enough to let coins fall. like very boring not skill based or etc. But the Aesthetics of it.. I was drawn#to.. I wanted to crack the glass open and harvest the smooth white orbs from inside.. it would have been even cooler if they were#actually pearlescent in some way. but the round bubbly design and the blue and white water and shell theme entranced me#I love air hockey also but this machine was really flat and weird. like not enough air was pumping and the puck was very cheap and flimsy#An afterschool daycare place I went to once as a child had an air hockey machine that they would allow kids limited use to sometimes#and the air was always BLASTING up from the table so much that you could lay on it and it was like being hit by a slight breeze. and the#puck was very hefty and more of a satisfying clunk when you shot it around. I mastered skee ball with two arms#where I would load up a game on two machines right next to each other and throw one ball with my left hand to the left machine and one#with my right to the other and still got an okay ish score on both lol. But I do forget arcades can be very sensory overwhelming like#bright lights and noises and stuff.. walking past every blinking machine chirping at me like SHUT UP I'm trying to get to SKEE BALL#leave me ALONNEE. ghjhb... ANYWAY.. other stuff.. some images of clouds as usual.. a quaint little breakfaste#of eggs. pickled onions. grapes strawberries. and some turkey bacon. Also ofcourse Cat In Weird Position image.#he's always sitting with his legs stretched out funny#I kind of hate arcades on principle since much is a waste of money and time and many games are rigged (especially claw games) where#theres like some Illusion of Skill but so much of it is just random. I simply do not have the patience for that sort of thing. And usually#all the stuff you can win is bad anyway. BUT I also love active games.. if there was a place where I could JUST play skee ball. ddr.#air hockey. and like games where you have to aim at stuff (shooting games. wack a mole. etc.) then I would go there instead.#Active Games Only arcade. It bothers me sometimes to have to walk past all the scammy games to get to the decent ones lol..#Begone.. Out of my site at once... wretched claw machines.. and those things where you try and stop a light or whatever
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