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cheriladycl01 · 11 months ago

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I'm not scared! Colby Brock x MotoGPDriver! Reader Part 2

Plot: You made a tweet about Sam and Colby and were in a podcast and they brought up Sam and Colby where you talked about the paranormal and how it doesn't really scare you because you drive motorcycles at over 200mph.

"Sam?" you ask seeing the blonde man behind you.

"Hey!" he exclaims coming forward and pulling you into a hug. You stood there in shock that you were actually meeting these boys and that they were coming to watch you race.

"Hey!" Another voice says from behind Sam, he was taller with dark hair and you knew it was Colby.

"Hey, Colby?" you ask looking over him and he nods.

"Can we post some pictures off us all together?" Sam asks seeing as you guys were all at the airport.

"Yeah sure! I'll drive you guys to the hotel then yeah?" you ask looking over them. You all take a selfie, you stood in the middle of the two of them with a big smile on your face. After taking some more photos you take a rucksack from what was at Sam's feet and he tried to protest but upon seeing how easily you picked up the heavy equipment filled back he let you help out.

"Are you guys doing any filming while you are here, or is this strictly vacationing?" you ask looking over at them while you all clamber into the lift.

"We haven't planned on doing any big filming, just TikTok's at the race and stuff! We want to come back here though as there's so many more places..." Colbly answers glancing over at you.

"Okay, well let's get you guys set up in the hotel and then my treat and I'll take you both out for food" you grin and they both nod eagerly.

You take them to the carpark and they look around trying to find out which car is yours.

As you start to walk all the way towards the back Colby starts to complain as to why you'd park so far away when there's so many available spaces towards the front.

When they walk up to your New Model Ferrari, your question is answered.

"Holy shit, that's a nice car!" Sam exclaims looking over it, not evening daring to touch it. You whip the key out your pocket opening the boot where you strategically place their bags. One of them would have to have a bag or two in the second back seat because of the sport aspect to the car.

"I really should have brought the Audi" you sigh, looking at the bags in the back before you slowly close the boot. Sam and Colby sharing a look with each other.

"I call Shot Gun!" Sam cries going to the front driver's side door.

"You aren't driving my car, Sam!" you giggle knowing he hasn't realized where he's stood.

"Right, yeah I forgot we're in the UK" Sam laughs but see's Colby getting in the passenger side door.

"Snooze you loose buddy!" he exclaims making you laugh.

The drive to the hotel wasn't too long, you guys spoke about anything that came up in conversation. It was all so natural as if you'd known them for years and you felt so comfortable in their presence.

You helped them into their hotel room, while Colby made a little video to put on his Instagram story.

"Hey guys, it's Colby. I'm of course here with Sam and we're here in England again" he shows the camera the outside of the hotel that was in the Hilton on the edge of the Silverstone Race Track. "But we have a very special guest that we are being shown round by today. Y/N Y/L/N!" he says panning the camera to you and showing them you.

"Hey!" you grin before Colby switches the camera back on him and Sam.

"We're going to go live here later, so go comment under my latest twitter post all the questions you guys want to ask and we'll answer any questions you guys have an discuss what is up and coming for the three of us!" he grins before ending it with a little peace out sign.

"That gives us time to discuss over dinner yeah?" Sam asks and you nod.

You guys all head on a train into London to get some food from the city rather than staying around Silverstone.

"So, have you guys thought of any locations you want to investigate?" you ask, knowing there was definitely some in the UK that they hadn't done here in the UK, but you travelled round so much that you were pretty much willing to go anywhere.

"We were thinking of going back to Australia, we did it at the start of the year and we got some really interesting footage while we were there" Sam offers.

"I don't think we've done enough in the UK either, there's some great places in Wales, and Scotland we haven't done too!" Colby suggests, he loved when they visit here, it always had some of the best energy whenever they came here.

"Yeah I feel like you guys don't want to rinse America of its haunted spots, so either of those would be cool! There's so many like haunted places worldwide, I guess it's just an issue of asking permission of whether or not you can get to view it like solo and be able to have the place to yourself!" you admit, understanding why they probably hadn't done the Paris Catacombs or Bangarth Fort in India or Proveglia Island in Italy.

"Well, it's up to you maybe we can ask what the fans think tonight. We have time, I cant imagine Y/N will be free for filming for a while anyway right?" Colby asks, again. He was fully aware of your driving schedule but he knew it was a lot of exhausting travel.

After lots of talking and getting to know them you all went back to the hotel, you set up Colby's phone in their room and started and insta live while you and Sam had the Tweet up that Colby posted earlier in the replies.

"Hey guys!" Colby smiles as he watches fans flood into the chat already starting to ask questions in the chat.

"Okay guys, we'll only be answering questions from the tweet we sent out on the shared account earlier okay?" Sam laughs seeing people asking who you were and what you were doing there.

You were laughing when you saw fans asking if you were Colby's new girlfriend. They were the ones that were obviously Sam and Colby fans and didn't venture into motorsport.

There was others in the live defending you, trying to explain who you were.

"Y/N you wanna introduce yourself?" Sam asks seeing the majority of comments be asking who you were and what you were doing with the boys.

"Okay, so for the Sam and Colby fans I'm a MotoGP driver, so I drive motorbikes around race tracks all over the world, really really quickly! I made a silly drunk tweet saying I wouldn't be scared to collab with these two and here we are!" you grin, as people start flooding the comments.

"Yes, guys she is very fast! We'll be cheering for her at Silverstone!" Sam says looking at the more comments flooding in.

"Okay guys, we are moving onto your twitter questions now. No more answering from here!"

"Okay the first one I found is, is Y/N good at what she does?" Sam says before raising and eyebrow.

"Well, Sam and Colby haven't watched me yet. But you can see all of my races of YouTube!" you smile politely.

"She's a better driver than the both of us, I'll give her that!" Colby exclaims looking at him phone seeing the emoji spam.

"Where are you thinking of investigating next and will it be with Y/N?" you read out, scrolling through the twitter thread trying to find good ones.

"Next one coming out wont be Y/N because we haven't even filmed with her yet, and I think we might be filming with one other person before her depending on schedules. so maybe Y/N can be a hell week guest if the timings right? But... again not sure if we'll want to do something with her before then, incase that's too much for her to ...yano handle!" Colby explains while smirking as you turn to hit him in shock.

"I would be fine on hell week! I'll smash anything, any challenge let me rephrase that you give me and I will do it!" you grin.

"Mmmmm, we'll see!" Sam teases.

"I mean, while we are here in the UK, would you have time to do something. We've got some contacts we could whip something up?" Colby asks reading the instagram chat seeing that everyone's wondering why you aren't doing anything soon as you don't have to be in Austria until August the 16th.

"I mean, I'm down..." you grin, wondering where they could possibly take you.

"Okay, guys you heard Y/N if we can get something sorted we may be filming in the next few days after the race!" Sam exclaims happier.

Once you'd sifted through most of the questions about who you were and why you were with the boys you got onto the more random questions that were just sort of get to know you.

"When do you prefer to work out, morning or evening?" Sam asks, looking from Colby to you.

"I'm definitely an evening guy, I tend to be more proactive around that time and I've never been one to wake up early with a lot of motivation for the day" Colby explains before Sam nods and agrees that he prefers the evening.

"As and athlete I have a set plan and that means I work out in both the morning and the evenings but I honestly prefer the morning because it feels to me like I've got it out the way!" you giggle and Colby looks over at you shocked.

"You work out twice a day?" he asks with a raised brow.

"Yeah, I have to have really good core strength for on the bike" you nod.

"What's your go-to comfort food?" you ask looking between them while they have a thoughtful expression.

"Mmmm probably like my mum's cooking something like her mashed potato or her lasagna" Colby offers when thinking about it for a little bit.

"Oh! I didn't even think of my parents cooking, I went for more of a guilty pleasure and went for Taco Bell Burrito!" Sam nods and then they turn to you.

"Well, comfort food for me has to be healthy so I actually learnt from good friend of mine and F1 driver Lando Norris about this chicken and pineapple wrap that he has and once i tried it ... just stuck in my head 24/7 on a loop" you laugh, before finding a picture of you and Lando eating them.

"Chicken and Pineapple?" Sam asks with a frown on his face and you just chuckle.

"Don't knock it until you try it!" you exclaim.

"Suppose you enjoy pineapple on pizza too!" Colby jokes.

"On cheat day i do yes!" you grin.

You guys answer a few more questions before you agree that you need to go to bed as it's media day tomorrow and you'll have to be up early.

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imaginecolby · 1 year ago

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a tiny scare || c.b.

summary: while on an investigation with sam and colby, you decide to play a harmless prank on them requested by anonymous. imagine this taking place during the video snc did at celina's home.

“alright, that was the main house. i’m gonna take you guess to the guest house now.” celina said. kris followed closely behind her, then sam, and you and colby were bringing up the rear.

“you doing okay?” colby asked you, draping his arm over your shoulder.

“yeah! i think being with such a big group has settled my nerves.” you said, leaning into his side. this was your first investigation trip you’d taken with sam and colby in a good while, so you’d been a bit nervous.

“good. i don’t want to put you you in anything that may make you uncomfortable.” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you arrived at celina’s guest house, after a bit of a trek through the woods.

“alright, one of us has to explore the woods alone tonight.” sam blurred out, camera flipping towards the dark expanse of woods. silently, everyone placed their fingers on the tips of their nose. unfortunately, you didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late.

“aw, dammit.” you sighed, stomping your food. “i need to just start leaving my hand on my face for times like this.” you joked.

you walked around celina’s guest house for a bit while she showed you around, and telling you about experiences she’d heard her friends tell her about. you had a bit of an uneasy feeling while you walked around, but it subsided.

once you were done in the house, the five of your stepped out onto the porch. you all stared silently out into the woods.

“you don’t actually have to go, if you don’t want to.” sam said, putting down the camera.

“no, it’s okay. i came on this trip to have the experience, and this is part of it.” you said, taking the extra camera from colby. you turned it on, along with the light, and made your way into the forest.

as you walked deeper and deeper into the trees, your group getting smaller and quieter the more you walked. you were scared at first, mainly due to you being alone in the woods. but after a while, you started to feel a bit more comfortable. there was really no paranormal reasons for you to be scared, and you were felling a bit of comfort being able to talk to the camera in front of you. you were no longer vulnerable, and actually feeling quite good.

so good, in fact, you decided you were going to play a little prank on your friends. by this time, you were already far enough out of ear shot that they wouldn’t hear you talking to the camera.

“yeah, like i said. i don’t really think anything is out here. or, at least not anything that wants to talk to me.” you said to the camera. “that being said, im in a silly goofy mood, and i want to get everyone back for making me do this.” you laughed into the lens. you took a few more steps before stopping you took a deep breath, entirely filling your lungs before letting out the loudest scream you could muster up. you stood there for a bit before you started to make your way out of the woods. the closer you got to the clearing where the guest house was, you heard your name being called. you put on your best “scared” expression before you were met with colby’s face. his face was pale white, and his eyes were as wide as golf balls.

“oh no, now i fell bad.” you thought to yourself as he pulled you into his arms.

“oh, im so glad you’re okay! we heard this scream, and we didn’t know if that was you.” he said, peppering kisses along your cheeks and forehead. “did you hear it?” he asked, hands still flush against your cheeks. you swallowed hard before answering.

“no? it was dead silent the whole time i was out there.” you lied through your teeth.

“seriously? you didn’t hear anything? it was the loudest scream ever.” sam said to you, the camera pointing in your direction. you just shook your head, committing to your lie.

the rest of the night everyone was on edge. you for a different reason from the rest of the group, but still.

a few weeks passed, and you were sitting in the living room of sam and colby’s house, a book in your lap while the boys were editing. they were editing the video you filmed at celina’s home. you were startled out of the chapter you were reading when you heard colby calling out for you upstairs.

“down here!” you called back, setting your book down. “what’s up?” you asked as he sat on the couch with you. he handed you his phone, pressing play on the video that was on his screen. you stared down at your face smiling back at you, the clip of your scream beginning to play. colby looked at you without saying anything, swiping to the next video on his phone. it was a clip from sam’s camera, footage taken at the same time as yours. he pressed play, the same scream heard in the background. you avoided his gaze, knowing that you would fold as soon as you opened your mouth.

“you wanna tell me what this is?” he asked, and you just shook your head.

“i think you already know.” you said quietly, suppressing a laugh.

“why would you do this to me? i've been worried about you the whole time since we been back, thinking that something happened to you that you’ve been avoiding talking about.”

“i’m sorry.” you spilled. “i felt guilty as soon as you came up to me that night, but i didn’t want to admit to it at the time.” you laughed uncomfortably. “but that’s what you get when you play nose goes without calling nose goes!”

colby just laughed and rolled it eyes. “you've been with me long enough to expect that from us.”

“yeah, but it’s still not fair when you don’t actually call nose goes.”

“okay, but we told you that you didn’t have to do it if you didn’t want to.”

“but then i wouldn’t have been able to plan my devious prank.” you laughed.

“oh, okay.” he said sarcastically.

“i didn’t mean to worry you.” you said, taking his hand in yours. “i really just meant for it to be a harmless little jokey joke.”

“it’s okay. i just felt like i need to protect you. i know you don’t need my protection, but i always want to be there for you. especially when you may have been going through something that happened while i was around, or during an investigation. i’d feel responsible, and so guilty.” he said.

“i know, and i hear you. i will always appreciate that you’re always quick to want to protect me.”

“i love you.” he said, lifting your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“i love you.” you repeated, flashing him a smile. he leaned over and pressing a few kisses to your lips before getting up from the couch and leaving you back to your book.

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yoyomomiko · 2 months ago

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[ONE] — Ghosts = $$$

☆ `` SPECTRAL SCAMMERS ``

☆ — summary: when cartman comes up with yet another 'get rich quick' scheme, he forces his friends, and you, into starting a ghost hunting service. armed with a mix of makeshift equipment, a questionable van and no actual skills, you begin taking jobs to "exorcise" haunted houses.

warnings: strong language, cartman being cartman.

(a/n): first chapter is out and honestly I don't really know where this is going!! also, I'm extremely sorry for the short length of this chapter :< --- usually, first chapters are always shorter! i'll try my best to make the other chapters longer :)

wc: 1932

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★ series m.list

[NEXT] ->

The cafeteria was a chaotic mess as always. Muffled chatter, students fighting, and the occasional shout from the lunch staff scolding some kid for trying to sneak an extra carton of milk. You sat at the usual table in the far corner, picking at your food. Across from you, Stan and Kyle were arguing about some documentary they watched in History, while Clyde was halfway through his second slice of pizza.

"Alright, assholes, listen up!" Cartman's voice cut through the arguing boys. He slammed his tray onto the table for everyone's attention, the loud sound making Tweek flinch so hard he almost spilled his coffee.

"Oh, great, what now?" Stan groaned, leaning back in his chair.

"You're gonna thank me later, Stan." Cartman cleared his throat, glancing at everyone sitting at the table. "Because I just came up with the best idea of my life. No, of your lives, too, because you're all gonna be a part of it."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Let me guess, some new way to scam people out of their money?"

"Yeah, Kyle, because having ambition is such a crime." Cartman shot back, rolling his eyes dramatically. "But no, this isn't just a scam. It's a business opportunity. A gold mine. And all you losers have to do is stop being such whiny little bitches and listen to me for five seconds."

"Dude, just get to the point." Stan muttered, his hands resting on top of the table as his brows furrowed together.

Cartman smirked, leaning forward on the table as if he was about to deliver a secret. "Ghost hunting."

There was a moment of silence, broken only by the distant crash of a tray hitting the floor somewhere across the cafeteria.

"Ghost hunting?" Clyde repeated with a mouthful of pizza.

"Yes, Clyde, try to keep up." Cartman snapped. "Think about it. Those dumbass ghost hunting shows on TV. People eat that crap up! We can charge idiots in this town hundreds of dollars to 'investigate' their haunted houses and get rid of their spooky little Casper problems!"

Kyle shook his head with a sigh. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Even for you, Cartman."

"It's not stupid!" Cartman shot back, slamming his fist on the table hard enough to make Tweek jump again.

"People are stupid, Kyle. They'll pay us to run around their creepy old houses with flashlights, pretending to find ghosts! And if there's no ghost? We'll just make one! Bang on some walls, throw some stuff around... Boom, paranormal activity."

"That's literally fraud." You pointed out, resting your chin on your hand. "You realize that, right?"

Cartman waved you off as if you mentioned something as unimportant as the weather. "Pfft, no one's gonna care. We'll make them sign waivers. Legal waivers make everything legit!"

Stan exchanged a doubtful look with you, then glanced back at Cartman. "This sounds like the kind of thing that gets us arrested. Or worse, sued."

"Oh my God, you guys are so dramatic." Cartman groaned, throwing his hands in the air. "Look, do you want to spend the rest of high school broke and boring, or do you wanna be rich and badass?"

"Rich and badass does sound kinda nice..." Clyde admitted, earning a glare from Kyle.

"Clyde, seriously?"

"What? I need the money! My dad cut my allowance because I spent it all on skins in Fortnite."

"I can't believe I'm surrounded by morons." Kyle buried his face in his hands.

"Ghosts aren't even real!" Tweek blurted, his hands shaking as he gripped his cup. "What if we mess with something we don't understand? What if we summon a demon or-"

"Tweek, for the love of God." Craig interrupted, his voice flat and bored. "You're not summoning anything. It's fake."

Tweek's eyes darted to Craig, then back to Cartman. "B-But even if it's fake, what if- what if people find out?! What if we get exposed or something?!"

"Tweek, no one cares about your paranoia." Cartman rolled his eyes. "Besides, it's not like we're actually gonna run into any ghosts. We're just taking money from idiots who think their houses are haunted because their furniture makes weird noise."

"I dunno, dude." Kenny finally spoke up, voice muffled by his hood. "What's the cut? Like, how much are we each getting?"

"Ah! The voice of reason! Don't worry Kenny. We'll split it... Fairly."

"Fairly?" Kyle immediately narrowed his eyes. "That means you're going to take the biggest cut, doesn't it?"

"Uh, duh, because it's my idea." Cartman shot back. "But you'll still get plenty. Enough to buy whatever poor people stuff you need, Kenny."

"Works for me, I'm in." Kenny shrugged.

"Dude!" Kyle exclaimed, looking betrayed.

"What? I need money!"

You sighed, glancing around the table. "So let me get this straight." You started, mentally preparing yourself. "You want us to break into random people's houses, pretend to find ghosts, and charge them a fortune for it? Do you even have a plan for how this is supposed to work?"

"Of course I have a plan!" Cartman replied, puffing out his chest. "Step one, we make a website and some fake business cards. Step two, we spread the word around town. Step three, profit."

"That's not a plan." Stan muttered, leaning back in his chair again.

"It's a great plan." Cartman's brows furrowed together. "And you know what? If you don't want in, fine. But when I'm rolling in cash and you're stuck eating this nasty ass lunch food, don't come crying to me."

Stan groaned, rubbing his temples. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but fine. I'm in. Only to make sure you don't burn someone's house down."

Kyle threw his hands up with a groan and a roll of his eyes. "Oh my God. You're all insane."

"Come on, Kyle." You smirked, nudging him with your elbow. "It could be... Interesting."

Kyle stared at you as if you just suggested jumping off a bridge. But after a moment, he sighed heavily. "Fine. But if this ends in a disaster, I'm blaming all of you."

"Perfect!" Cartman grinned, looking around at his newly recruited 'team'.

"Welcome to the South Park Paranormal Crew, bitches. First job is tomorrow night. Bring flashlights and maybe some fake blood."

Craig glared at Cartman. "Tweek and I never said we were joining."

"I don't care about you losers, go sit on a dick or something." Cartman shot back.

Craig's eyes narrowed, his piercing gaze burning holes through Cartman. "You know what? I'm in, fatass." He spoke through gritted teeth, to which Cartman smirked.

"I-I guess I'm in too." Tweek stammered, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

"Amazing! What do you guys say we have a meeting at my house this night to prepare for tomorrow?" Cartman held a smug and confident look.

"Do we have a choice?" You sighed, already tired of this.

"No. Eight o'clock sharp!" He declared. "Don't forget that, fuckers!"

Later that night, the group crowded into Cartman's basement. The space was a mess, an old couch shoved against one wall, half empty soda cans all over a coffee table, and a mysterious stain on the carpet that no one wanted to investigate. You sat quietly between Kyle and Craig, who were both visibly annoyed.

Cartman stood at the front, a whiteboard behind him covered in messy scrambles of ideas that looked more like the ramblings of a lunatic than a business plan. He held a marker in his hands, which he twirled dramatically before slamming it against the board.

"Alright, assholes." He began, pacing in front of the group. "Step one of becoming the greatest ghost hunters South Park has ever seen: branding. We need a website, a killer name and a look that screams 'these guys are legit'."

Stan rolled his eyes from his spot on the couch. "It's hard to scream 'legit' when you're using your mom's basement as headquarters."

"Shut up, Stan!" Cartman snapped. "Do you have a basement we can use? No? Then sit your ass down and let the professionals handle this."

Craig crossed his arms, leaning a bit closer to you, his knee brushing yours. "You don't even know how to make a website, do you?"

"Of course I do!" Cartman lied, puffing out his chest. "It's easy. You just... Click some buttons and stuff. Besides, we have Kyle for that."

Kyle straightened, glaring at Cartman. "Excuse me? Since when did I agree to be your tech support?"

"Since you're the only one here who isn't a complete moron when it comes to computers!" Cartman replied, his tone annoyingly smug.

"Watch it fatass!" Stan snapped as Craig snickered.

Kyle opened his mouth to argue but stopped when you nudged him gently. "You might as well just do it." You whispered. "The sooner we get this over with, the better."

Kyle sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Fine, but I'm not doing this for free."

"Whatever, Jew." Cartman turned back to the whiteboard. "Now, let's talk names. We need something catchy. Something cool."

"How about we call ourselves 'Paranormal Posers'?" Craig deadpanned, earning a laugh from Kenny.

"I've got it!" Clyde exclaimed, clearly excited. "What about 'The Phantom Chasers'?"

"Lame." Cartman dismissed immediately, crossing it off the list. "We need something badass like 'South Park Paranormal Commandos'."

"Or we could just call it what it is." Stan muttered. "'Cartman's Latest Scam'."

"Do you want to get sued, Stan?" Cartman shot back. "No one's putting my name on this thing."

After another twenty minutes of ridiculous suggestions, and several rounds of arguing, you all finally settled on a name. Specter Squad.

"Simple, memorable, and cool as hell." Cartman declared, underlining it three times on the board.

While Cartman and the others brainstormed more ways to make themselves seem legit, Kyle sat at Cartman's ancient desktop computer, typing at it furiously.

The homepage was basic but effective.

A bold header reading "SPECTER SQUAD: South Park's Premier Ghost Hunting Team" in glowing green text, complete with a stock image of a haunted house in the background.

"This looks so fake." Kyle muttered to himself, shaking his head as he uploaded a photo of the group. It was a hurriedly taken selfie from earlier that night, with Cartman front and center, beaming like an idiot, while everyone else looked irritated.

"Fake is fine." Cartman said, leaning over Kyle's shoulder. "People don't care about professional. They care about scary. Make it spooky."

"Spooky costs extra." Kyle shot back.

The rest of the group gathered around as Kyle added more details to the site.

Services

- Full Paranormal Investigation

- Ghost Removal

- Cleansing Rituals

Reviews

Janet H. - "Specter Squad saved my family from a scary ghost! Worth every penny!"

Sal F. - "I thought my apartment was haunted and they proved me right. Highly recommend!"

"Who t-the hell is 'Janet H.'?" Tweek asked, pointing to one of the reviews.

"Some lady I made up." Cartman replied, completely unfazed.

With the website finished, you all moved on to advertising. Clyde and Kenny volunteered to print out flyers, which they plastered all over the school the next day. On lockers, bulletin boards, and even the bathroom stalls.

Cartman, meanwhile, moved to social media, creating an Instagram page and spamming hashtags like #HauntedSouthPark and #GhostBeware.

"You think anyone's actually going to believe this?" Craig asked as everyone watched Cartman upload a blurry photos of an attic claiming it was 'evidence' from a recent investigation.

"Of course they will." Cartman replied confidently. "People are dumb. Trust me, by this time tomorrow we'll have our first client."

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tinydefector · 11 months ago

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MTMTE headcanons

Some of the headcanons I have for when I write stuff for the characters. So enjoy the silly little things I think about while writing these guys

Warnings: some have nsfw content in them

Words count: 3K

Masterlist

The Scientist

- Perceptor and Brainstorm regularly have intense debates over various sci-fi shows and movies while working.

- Rewind is secretly a formidable DJ and often Swerve has him doing music playlist for the bar.

- Brainstorm insists on demonstrating his latest inventions at weekly crew meetings. Most of his devices are useless or end up causing minor disasters, to the annoyance of Ultra Magnus, it has resulted in multiple new rules being made .

- Rewind is making a documentary about life on the Lost Light. Nobody realised until he released the "behind the scenes" cut that has Magnus and Megatron both drivking energon, “I hate this crew so much” Magnus huffs, “would you rather starscream?”.

- Rewind has amassed a huge secret stash of rare historical films, songs, and books that he pirates from other planets if its stuff he himself hasn't recorded. He'll only share them if you trade rare datafiles with him.

- Brainstorm's experiments have caused more than one shipwide malfunction or strange phenomenon. Which resulted in having to contain the humans on board after realising it affected their skin in a way that the scent made The bots extremely horny.

Cyclonus and Tailgate

- Cyclonus is generally stoic but has a secret sweet tooth. He can often be found sneaking snacks when he thinks no one is looking.

- Cyclonus has accumulated a giant collection of tiny earth souvenirs for tailgate but will never admit where they come from.

- Cyclonus indulges Tailgate's interests just to spend time with him,

-Cyclonus has taken to meditating in the engine room with drift to get away from the daily chaos. UnfortunatelyWhirl joins them every time to "help him find his inner peace" which mostly involves strange noises and objects flying by.

-Tailgate has become convinced the Lost Light is haunted after a prank goes wrong. Now he drags Cyclonus along on nightly "ghost hunts" which mostly consist of jumping at shadows.

- Tailgate gets very excited about trying new types of energon goodies and treats he finds on other planets. Cyclonus has to gently remind him to pace himself so he doesn't get a tank ache.

- Thanks to his small size, Tailgate can easily squeeze into small spaces to repair things or retrieve lost items. Unfortunately he sometimes gets stuck and needs help wiggling back out which has led to some rather spicy times for himself and Cyclonus. Occasionally Whirl.

- Tailgate is an awful shot with firearms but tries to practise constantly. The other bots have to avoid being in the line of fire during his "target practice sessions."

- Tailgate tries so hard to act tough that he sometimes comes across more adorable than intimidating. The other bots try not to laugh...most of the time.

- Tailgate has become obsessed with human paranormal investigation shows. He tries to convince everyone to do a seance in the lower cargo decks and engine room, he forgot the sparkeater was down there.

- Tailgate loves watching old earth movies with the human crew. Rewind is always happy to supply new films from his extensive archives or record them from the humans Movie, Usb and harddrive stashes.

Ratchet & Drift

-Drift and Ratchet have started a betting pool on how long it will take for Rodimus and Magnus to get in a screaming match this time. Ratchet always wins, Drift enjoys it.

-Drift is somehow the richest bot on the Lost Light from his days as Deadlock, he doesn't use his shanix on himself and only spends it on people he cares for.

- Drift meditates regularly and has tried to introduce the crew to Earth wellness practices like yoga, much to their bafflement. He enjoys practising with the human members of the ship.

- Drift meditates for hours in the cargo bay and tries to spread his philosophy of peace. It doesn't always work on this crew of hassling madmen but he does try.

- Drift meditates frequently to find his inner calm. It's one of the only things that allows him to tolerate Rodimus' antics for so long without having a breakdown over the speedster endangering himself.

-asides from Rung *cough Primus cough* Drift is one the oldest member of the crew who wasn't statused, but no one can tell due to how well he looks after himself now, but Ratchet knows how bad he used to look.

- Ratchet has a comm channel blocked nearly every night to "discuss medical matters” it's his line to bitch talk with Rung.

- Ratchet has a secret ship called the "USS Nail-Him-To-The-Berth", which is a small shuttle solely used to stealthily transport Drift to remote planets for romantic getaways. Drift jokingly added captain's stripes to his arms without telling him, drift was in fact the one who brought him said ship as a job gift.

- Ratchet having a secret collection of badly written medical holodramas he'll never admit to enjoying. Claims it's just for "research." But many nights you can find him, Drift and Rodimus curled up together watching them.

- Ratchet grumbles about why he signed up to be a doctor for a ship full of unruly idiots but deep down he cares about them all. Even Whirl...sometimes.

- Ratchet has banned Brainstorm from the medical bay after one too many experiment explosions. Now he has to do checkups in the hallway.

Megaton

- Whenever he's frustrated, Megatron mutters to himself in ancient Cybetronian. Unfortunately, a lot of the curses and insults have been lost to time so they just sound silly now to some of the younger bots, it nearly makes Rung freeze up hearing the old text.

-Megatron has stowed away in one of the escape pods when things get too much. He leaves a note saying he needed a break, and he tries to make himself as small as he can inside the pod.

- Megatron has started joining Swerve at the bar after shift and they've developed a genuine friendship, though Megatron still pretends he finds Swerve annoying.

- Megatron has developed a secret hobby of arranging tiny furniture and scenes inside empty energon cubes. He claims it helps him relax. Eventually some of the humans ask him to help with arranging their own furniture

- Megatron has a secret hobby where he writes romance novels under a pen name. He's actually quite the romantic, quite a few bots have read his work but he rather keep it under a pen name these days after the works he used to publish.

- Megatron has taken to leaving sticky notes reminding Rodimus of the task he has to do. It doesn't always work but it has gotten Rodimus to remember a few things.

- Megatron writes "broadly, deeply philosophical" in his captain's log, then spends an hour ranting about the merits of proper temporal coordinates and in the end both he and Ultra Magnus tend to both have rants over how bad Rodimus’ spelling is.

-megatron always gets roped into babysitting whatever wild creatures Whirl and Rodimus find/rescue that week. On many occasions the humans have been left in his care against his pleads.

- Megatron has started a small garden on one of the observation decks and finds the meticulous care of plants to be a calming hobby, it had become the food score for many of the humans on board and they are rather grateful to him for the hobby.

- During movie nights, Megatron always ends up with either (Rodimus or insert) falling asleep on his lap.

Skids

- Skids is clueless about his own strength and accidentally breaks things all the time like datapads or fuel cubes. He apologises profusely each time.

- skids gets way too invested in holodramas and movies, and yells at characters' bad decisions. The others gently tease him for it.

- skids tried exotic new fuel mixes in the hab suite's energon dispenser that usually end up glitching it. Swerve has to come and fix it.

- His favourite Earth movie is The Fast and the Furious because he loves seeing high-speed races, but he can never remember the characters' names.

- He once tried to make cybertronian energon goodies for humans and ended up nearly giving one of them food poisoning, Ratchet had to inform him humans can't consume energon.

- Skids volunteers to test out new gadgets from Brainstorm but often ends up as an unwilling test subject when things go wrong. He's developed a strange immunity to most sedatives at this point.

- Skids loves catching up on gossip and can always be counted on to have the latest gossip. He just may not always get all the details right…

Ultra Magnus/ Minimus Ambus

- Magnus takes Rodimus' jokes and antics way too seriously and has trouble understanding sarcasm or joking around sometimes.

- He has an extensive collection of data pads cataloguing Cybertronian laws and regulations. He reads them for fun in his spare time.

- Magnus gets distracted while trying to scold Rodimus because he's also trying to find the words to express how disappointed he is.

- Whenever the Lost Light encounters something unknown, Magnus volunteers to write the official first contact report in excruciating detail, complete with footnotes and bibliography, most times he also needs the input from others to help with making decent impressions.

- Despite his stern demeanour, Magnus has been known to crack a dad joke or two when he thinks no one is listening, it starts happening more often when Megatron and he are working together.

- In a desperate attempt to loosen up, Magnus once joined Tailgate and Cyclonus for a night of drinking. He got absolutely overcharged and started doing karaoke. It is now part of Rewind's collection of Rare footage.

- Deep down, he's a softy for romantic holodramas.

- Somehow Minimus Ambus accumulates a massive collection of tiny human souvenirs like shot glasses and snow globes that he treasures. He meticulously dusts each one weekly.

- In recharging moments, Ultra Magnus mutters equations and legal codes. His docking clamp also twitches in alignment with Enforcer protocols it's another rare thing that only (Megatron/ Human insert) know about.

- Ultra Magnus has memorised and could recite the entire Great Charter of the Functionalists as it was something he did study mainly for knowledge.

- Ultra Magnus has hidden photos of Rodimus doing ridiculous dances and lip sync battles with humans when he thinks no one is watching Proud Dad™️.

Rung

- Rungs office is soundproof but sometimes Megatron or Rodimus can still hear him having meltdowns after appointments with certain patients.

- Rung has a very rare high grade collection, some of the cubes are older than bots on the ship.

- Old war stories give Rung flashbacks, and most times he has to walk away so he doesn't try and correct people on events he was present for.

- Deep down Rung is a bit of a gearhead and loves helping Brainstorm in the lab, but don't tell anyone - it's his little secret joy.

-To help decompress after long therapy sessions, Rung knits tiny sweaters for all the human's onboard the Lost Light. Even made oen for Miminus, as other botss find out they start asking for small requested pieces from him.

- The other bots have a gambling pool going on about how long it will take Rung to get fed up with Rodimus' antics and throw something at him. So far no one has won.

- Rung had an impossible time getting anyone to show up for their therapy sessions until Megatron joined, now he seems to have a Very steady flow of patients, many with Ptsd.

- Rung has redecorated his room with alien silk cushions and incense burning meditations pods. Crew members often visit just to relax and vent about ship problems.

-Rung never truly stopped being primus. It's just after so many millions of years, he's tired and he'd rather if people could just forget. His biggest fear is that one day he might turn out just like Unicron.

Whirl

-Whirl is always stealing Rodimus' energon drinks and mixing them with high grade. Rodimus gets plastered and wakes up in weird places without remembering how he got there.

- Whirl loves to sneak up on Tailgate and startle him for laughs. Cyclonus threatens Whirl with dismemberment if he doesn't knock it off.

- Whirl starts an underground gambling pool for betting on who will be the next couple to get together. Nautica and Velocity are currently the frontrunners followed closely by (insert and Bot of choice).

- He snuck into Megatron's quarters on the Lost Light and messed with all his decor, moving furniture around and putting self-portraits of himself on the walls. To this day no one knows if Megatron has noticed and why nothing was said if he had.

- Whirl hacked the shipwide intercom to play love songs on repeat for a week straight. He claimed it was for "motivational purposes" but many bots suspected he was just bored.

- No one can prove it was him, but after one of Tailgate's game nights someone released glitter bombs all over the ship that took days to fully clean up. Suspicion fell on Whirl, it was in fact Tailgate who had gotten Whirl to make it for him.

-Whirl accidentally joining every single one of Tailgate's hobby clubs and getting waaay to into each one, to the little bot's surprise. No one knows how to tell him he's in the sewing circle by mistake.

- Whirl hits on everything that moves, despite constant rejections. He took getting thrown in the brig by security as a good sign once.

- Whirl talks a big game and seems chaotic, but he is actually the most mature when it comes to looking after children. When one of the humans on board had a baby he became rather protective of them and their child. It also transfers over with sparklings (if/when) they are on the ship, he and Megatron are dubbed the babysitters.

Swerve

- Constantly redecorating the bar to try out new lighting/theme ideas. One day it's a tiki bar, next it's a speakeasy.

- Always bugging the other bots to join in games and activities at the bar. Usually ends up being the only one participating in crafts or dance contests.

- Clumsy and easily startled. Accidentally breaks something in the bar at least once a week through spills or failed dance moves.

- he Makes crazy custom drinks with wild synthetic engex concoctions. Often leads to strange/funny reactions in customers.

- Endless list of nicknames for all the other crews. Brainstorm is "Sciencebot", Rodimus is "Hotshot", etc. Loves giving codenames.

- Secretly a shipper and enjoys gossiping about who he thinks is into who. Always trying to play matchmaker between crewmates with whirl.

- His favourite game to play at the bar is "Who Would You Rather?" and he always chooses the wildest, most inappropriate options to get a rise out of people, he loves hassling the humans over their strange biology.

- Swerve is secretly hoping Megatron will one day ask him to be his personal assistant. He has the whole job role planned out because Megatron would make the best security guard. Swerve's bar fights would become such a problem that Megatron would consider said roll.

- Swerve is convinced he's going to open the best bar/restaurant in the galaxy someday. He experiments with new fuel and engex recipes in the ship's improvised kitchen to the dismay of Ultra Magnus.

- Swerve's bar gets rowdier each week as new engex flavours are tested. Merchandise bets and wild stories are the norm.

- Swerve refuses to let Megatron stay in his bar without paying his tab in full first. But over time he starts handing off drinks to the old war lord.

Rodimus

- Rodimus is constantly coming up with ridiculous dares to try and get Magnus to lighten up. So far he's had one of his human companions shot whipped cream at the enforcer before they bolted".

- Rodimus is banned from the ship's engines after the sparkeater incident, mainly for his own safety.

- Rodimus gets distracted easily during conversations and often trails off its Megatron who's the one who realises it and gets him a large figure toy so he can keep occupied while in meetings.

- He doodles elaborate designs for new finish styles and ship paint jobs during important briefings and lectures, much to Ultra Magnus' chagrin. Megatron tells Magnus to ignore it because it's one of the only ways Rodimus seems to take in what is being said to him.

- His habsuite is constantly a mess of strewn tools, parts, paint and upgrades. Drift tries to tidy it and just gives up.

- Has started using ridiculous Earth slang he doesn't fully understand like "groovy" and "far out" just to get laughs. Drives Ultra Magnus nuts, the humans find it rather amusing watching him use it in the wrong terms.

- Secretly loves 80s hair metal music but would never admit it. But he loves listening to it in his habsuite while working on things, he loves human music alot.

- He tries desperately to be the cool, laid back leader but is constantly stressed and awkward. Inside he's a nervous wreck, worried that no matter what he does he's living in Optimus' shadow as a prime.

- Rodimus stays up late watching Earth romcom movies and serial melodramas to get leadership tips, but mostly just ends up confused, he loves cuddling with (insert) as they explain the plot for him to make it slightly easier for him to understand.

- He compulsively taps his pedes when anxious and doesn't realise he's doing it. Megatron is the one who normally send him away knowing that the more tapping the less Rodimus is listening when he's in this state.

- His favourite Earth beverage is monster energy drinks, which the humans find rather amusing. (Energy Fluid au, he takes one mouthful and nearly spits it back out. “WHY ARE YOU ALL DRINKING TRANSFLUID!?!?” it leads to a lot of discoveries with *human insert*) He hassles them a lot with the promise of their favourite drink, no this dirty pervert instead just fills cups with transfluid and tells them that he has his own secret stash of monsters. As it gets around alot more bots start to get rather interested in how the humans had a drink that was pretty much the flavour of their transfluid.

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Heavy Metal Lover pt.2

PART 1

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smoking, Paranormal Investigations, Drinking, Swearing, Suggestive Content, Vague Sexual Themes

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Angst with a happy ending, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right? Or at least that's what Y/N and Colby hope is the case.

NOTE: Sam and Kat are still together in this fic. This detail is not meant to be disrespectful to Sam's current girlfriend in any way.

A rude reminder in the form of dizziness and nausea hits Y/N like a ton of bricks when she sits up all too quickly for her state. A reminder of her excessive partying last night. She was aware the night wouldn't be on a list of her proudest moments for a multitude of reasons even as she was actively indulging interested men in the club - so, she just went with it. Went along with the unruly stream of the river that is a wild night in Vegas. She's not at all pleased with the memory of her eagerness to end the night in someone else's bed - which would've been a mission successful had she not been dragged away from this one guy whose name she can't even recall now. That, in and of itself, is enough of an indication that going home with him or taking him back to her hotel room would've been a bad idea.

She isn't entirely certain who saved her from herself in her active pursuit of a one night stand but her foggy memory suggests it may have been Kat. Y/N would love to thank her for the intervention but a quick roll over to her other side reveals her best friend to still be in her bed, solidly asleep at the ripe early hour of....- she checks her phone - noon.

The most appropriate of times to wake up in Vegas, really.

With a brief outfit change into something that wouldn't get her in trouble for indecent exposure she quietly exits the room as to not disturb Kat who is barely giving any signs of life other than the slow rise and fall of her chest. That's good enough to convince Y/N she'll be ok while she goes to fetch them coffee to get them through the day - their last whole day in Vegas.

Their schedule isn't as packed as yesterday's, thankfully. Unlike the turmoil of the flight, hotel check-in, Oasis investigation and the very late night bar crawl, today they only have the last two items on their itinerary: another investigation and an even later bar crawl. Maybe some gambling if they manage to squeeze it in before they have to take an hour long roadtrip to yet another motel with a shady past and paranormal intrigue.

The hallway is wobbly in front of Y/N, her vision still under the influence of all the tequila - and everything else Kat offered her - she ingested last night. Shot after shot, each thrown back with a silent prayer that it would aid her forgetfulness into erasing whatever happened at the Oasis Motel from her mind. If anything, each drop of alcohol only made it clearer, bringing to light details that were shadowed in the overall power the moment held.

The softness of his lips, warmth of his hands, the scent of his cologne, the weight of his body pressed atop hers on the bed. She was reliving it the whole night as she did her best to avoid him entirely. Talking to him, looking at him, being in the vicinity of his aura, breathing in his direction. And yet she still felt him all around her, all over her. A sensation not even the hottest boiling shower wouldn't wipe off her skin.

Now, if only she could pretend to be blind, deaf and not fluent in English because there's no other way to avoid the oncoming figure without making the lingering awkward tension even thicker...

"Hey."

Neither Y/N nor Colby looks particularly pleased with the fact that the silence had to be broken. Still, unlike her, he should've prepared himself better seeing as how he actively went in search of her. After all, the two cups of coffee in his hand are for her and Kat.

The warmth seeping in through the walls of the cups reminds him of the reason he took this venture in the first place and gives him an easy out of this silence that has befallen them. Still, he lingers in the buzzing quiet between them for a few seconds longer before extending the low-key peace offering her way, "Thought you and Kat could use a pick-me-up."

It's more so testing the waters than a peace offering. There never was nor will there ever be peace between them. As much of a natural disaster as they are, it would be far more detrimental to the planet if they were to put an end to their war and start getting along. It would cause a disturbance on a fundamental level. But after what happened back at the forsaken motel, Y/N would be a fool to think he too isn't as impacted as her.

Colby from 24 hours ago would never bring her coffee. If anything, he'd bring only one cup for Kat, just to prove a point. So much for pretending like nothing happened...

"Which one is poisoned?" Y/N, on the other hand, is better at this play pretend. The whirlwind of emotions and flashbacks manage to stay exactly where they're supposed to be - inside her head. Not an ounce spills over into her body language, expression or words.

Her question almost fills him with relief. Almost. It's a double-edged bitter sword. On one hand, he'd like nothing more than to let things settle back into normality. On the other, he doesn't want to forget what happened between them. Scratch that, let me rephrase - it's not like he can forget what happened. It's been permanently etched into his brain and there is no reversing that process. He simply doesn't want to pretend nothing happened.

When, in fact, everything happened at once. Seven years of animosity crashed and molded together in one burning kiss that had a lot of potential to lead further. But neither of them allows their thoughts to wander down that path.

"It's a gamble." He shrugs all too casually, his outward demeanor not at all corresponding with his internal turmoil.

Y/N can't help but snort at his remark. In the seven years they've known each other, a snort or a scoff is the closest he's managed to get to provoking a laugh from her. She'd never give him that satisfaction, especially not now.

"You better pray nothing happens to Kat or I'll end you." Despite the bite of her words, she still accepts the cups she's being offered. Beggars can't be choosers and all that. Still, she's particularly mindful in avoiding any sort of contact between their hands in the process.

Colby shakes his head with a sigh, "Sheesh, I'm never doing you a good deed ever again."

Y/N allows herself one second of vulnerability - letting her eyes trail over to his tired ones. She sees her own emotions reflected back at her and it only worsens the hangover nausea in the pit of her stomach. That's mainly why the words that leave her mouth end up sounding so bitter, "I'd rather you didn't."

With that, she turns on her heel and makes her way back to her and Kat's shared room, paying no mind - or at least trying not to - to the silence she leaves trailing behind her, suggesting Colby is still in the exact spot, watching her go.

He's used to it, though. He's been watching her go for seven years now, never once having the courage to grab ahold of her before she's out of reach.

* * * * *

Their casino trip was a blur of disappointment and strings of curses before they chose to end it and hop in the car to head over to the Redfield Motel with only a couple earned and many lost dollars in - or missing from - their pockets. Kat abstained from the majority of the gambling to keep an eye on the competitive three that lost far more money than they're willing to admit.

"Hope we have more luck with the paranormal." Sam jokes as the car pulls into the small parking lot of the old but still classy-looking motel that, in comparison to the Oasis, looks like a five star resort.

With that, the gang exits the car with newfound enthusiasm - more so aimed at the partying they'll indulge in after this investigation. Sam and Kat grab the camera equipment while Y/N slings the strap of the duffle bag containing all the investigation equipment over her shoulder. However, she's barely taken five steps away from the car before the bag is swiped from her grasp.

She's not given any time to comprehend what just happened and can only glare at the back of Colby's head as he walks in front of her, not sparing her even s fleeting look.

It's so....normal, for lack of a better term. It's the kind of pettiness Kat swears is their own twisted love language. It's so '24 hours ago' it almost eases her mind.

Almost

And fuck does she hate that word.

"Welcome!" The motel owner meets them at the main entrance with a smile, "I'm Sharon. So happy to be giving you a tour tonight. Our little motel has never really been the most popular and I'm hoping to maybe get the public interested in it. We're opening for official business in about a month which is why we can't have you guys staying the night here. I hope that's not a problem in any way." She explains as she leads them inside in the lobby decorated in a 1920's style reminiscent of Hotel Cortez.

It does elicit a bit of suspicion among the group - the popularity seeking right before a grand reopening, the overall horror aesthetic of the décor, the ominous piano music playing from the carefully disguised sound system. Sam and Colby are no stranger to paranormal baiting from establishments that, at the end of the day, only ever wanted the publicity. It's always been a slippery slope that usually a Google search would be enough to settle but they can never be too sure. Each time they visit an established or in the process of re-establishment hotels or motels, it's a gamble for their reputation and authenticity.

Y/N is a lot less concerned with the honesty behind the supposedly paranormal stories Sharon is currently sharing with them. She's all too focused on appearing composed and relaxed in front of the camera. The blinking red light is almost taunting her, reminding her that she can't let her mask slip off for even a second. No matter the fact that Colby's arm is brushing against her each time either of them moves.

"I'm not sure if I mentioned this over the phone, but I am also a Priestess. I've been calling myself a medium for the longest time until I was corrected by my daughter who's done a bit more research in the terminology and stuff." Sharon's words snap Y/N out of her raging thoughts, momentarily breaking her intense awareness of the camera. Following the motion of the older woman's hands, she sees a small suitcase that has been prepped open to reveal a Ouija board, Tarot cards and scattered crystals among other items.

Although a fan of the paranormal, she's never managed to fully shake the uneasiness that the sight of a Ouija board brings on. Still, she manages to swallow it down and not show it. God forbid she gives Colby the opportunity to mock her again. She might actually deck him this time, her nerves are that haywire.

"We've worked with a Priestess before but we never got to properly understand how that title is different from a medium." Sam says, balancing the camera's weight on his right shoulder as to give his arm a small break.

Sharon gives a small chuckle at his statement, motioning to the deck of Tarot cards and Ouija board, "Well, I can make a rather accurate estimation of your past and future as well as communicate with spirits. I cannot see them, though. I can also do a protection ritual. From what I understand you put yourselves in a lot of potentially dangerous situations without much care for your safety."

Yeah, well, she isn't far from the mark. And all four members of the group know that, which is why they are quick to agree to the protection ritual.

"Can we also have our cards read?" Colby suddenly inquires, earning him the puzzled looks of his friends, "It'd be interesting to see if the reading aligns with what the last Priestess told us."

Sam takes less than a second to agree, thrilled at the idea of putting the cards - and their readers - to the test. Kat and Y/N, although not nearly as thrilled to have their future read - in their case, for the first time ever - they don't disagree. Instead, they exchange a somewhat encouraging 'why not?' look and press onward, following Sharon and the guys into the ballroom like restaurant of the motel.

A insight and guidance Tarot spread is laid out on one of the tables, each card picked out by the person whose turn it is as they get told their futures one by one with Kat going first - an act to encourage her best friend to follow suit after seeing the positive overview she got. Y/N's is a bit more wishy-washy with no certainty of anything bad happening in her future but still there seemed to be an undertone of weariness to each card she picked. Sam was completely in awe of how identical this reading was to his last one, so much so he didn't even really pay much mind to what the future may hold. And lastly, it is Colby's turn.

His reading goes without a hitch - again, as was the case with Sam's - eerily identical to the one he got back at the Conjuring house. That is until...

"Is it against any rules for me to ask a question on his behalf?" His best friend interferes just as the reading is about to come to a close.

Sam ignores the puzzled arch of Colby's eyebrow and focuses his attention on Sharon who shakes her head, "Not at all. What would you like to know?"

The smile on the blonde's face, although sneaky, has a small tinge of apology as he gives Colby a brief glance before asking the question he was pondering voicing since before the reading even started, "Colby has never had much luck in the love department, not by fault of his own, though." The last part is added after a two second delay during which Colby didn't bother hiding the comical offense he took to Sam's implications. It provoked a genuine laugh from Y/N and Kat who are now operating the camera as a team effort in order to keep the two targets in frame and capture each of their reactions. "So...can we get some insight on that? What can we do to change that?"

Sharon doesn't even attempt to stifle the laugh Sam's words elicit. It's far from the first time she's been asked this question in her career but the phrasing of this one specifically is quite amusing. Luckily, she can help.

"I doubt there's much you can do for him." She says, causing Sam's face to comically fall into a faux frown, causing Colby and the girls to cackle. Afterwards, her attention is turned to her reading subject, "However, I can give you a brief love spread reading if you'd be open to it."

Being open to it Colby is most definitely not, especially on such a sore topic. But he'd never allow himself to let his audience down like that. Just like Y/N, there are times he's too aware of the camera for his own good. Sure, this part can be edited out later but that would alter the authenticity of the entire experience. So, with a suppressed sigh he decides 'what the hell' and agrees to withstand a love reading.

He picks his cards and flips them over in the order Sharon instructs him, watching intently as the furrow of her brows deepens as she observes the combination of three cards on the table. "Huh..." She tilts her head to the side, confused.

Her reaction is far from what Colby expected or wanted to hear. In his head he's already made a plan of adopting a dozen cats and buying a house in the woods when Sharon finally speaks up again. "Am I right in assuming that you're single at this moment in time?"

Although taken aback by the question, Colby still nods, "Yes. Have been for the past couple of years, actually." He's so ready to get revenge on Sam as soon as fucking possible for putting him in this position even though he knows he's coming from a place of love and care.

Sharon chuckles, her eyebrows lifting impossibly high, "If I may be brutally honest with you - it seems like it's your fault." Seeing Colby's face morph in horror, she hurries to offer an explanation, "You see, what the cards are telling me is that you've already met 'the one' and..." she taps the middle card which just happened to be The Lovers, "...there's nothing standing in the way of you two being together. Had you not confirmed that you're single, I would've thought you two are already in a relationship."

Sam and Kat are busy exchanging a mixed set of looks - his rather surprised and hers bordering onto grateful. They both know why he brought up the question and Kat is extremely thankful that he's still supporting her matchmaking agenda. And good thing they were busy with their telepathic communication, otherwise they would've seen the not-at-all subtle moment of vulnerability between their friends.

A moment of weakness. A moment in which they both seemed to have lost control of their motor skills and their sense of rationality. The revelation sent Colby's head snapping directly in Y/N's direction, his eyes meeting hers and mirroring the terror they saw there. Her body is rigid much like his own. Their faces are painted with a look of horror no paranormal entity has ever managed to provoke from them. It's a look that is begging for reassurance, asking the silent question 'there's no way, right?'

Had this happened 24 hours ago, it would've been a laughing matter. Now, it's a cause for massive discomfort and uneasiness. Because, no matter how in denial they wanna be, the suspicious 'what if?' lingers at the back of their minds.

24 hours ago he would've been disgusted at the idea. He would've been adamant that if she in fact is the one, he'd rather die alone. Not that he'd ever think it plausible.

But now...

"So, what you're saying is..." Kat breaks the silence, looking between Sharon and a distressed Colby, "He needs to pull his head out of his ass as soon as possible?"

The Priestess nods, "Pretty much. Both him and his potential partner need to give each other a shot. Preferably soon. By the sound of it, it's already been too long."

If Colby didn't know any better, he'd be offended. Or rather, he would find it in himself to be offended if he wasn't still prowling through his brain to find a branch to grasp onto in this emotional flood. A twinge of rationality to comfort him, reassure him he's being ridiculous. That this is ridiculous.

Yet a part of him, a self-sadistic - or, well, masochistic - part of him hopes it may be true.

Y/N on the other hand wants to puke and for the first time today it has nothing to do with last night's tequila. She's horrified by the way her heart fluttered the moment their eyes met. She wishes she could grab ahold of her heart and physically slow it down because she's a few beats short of a heart attack right now.

When Kat's hand lands on her arm, her soul nearly evaporates from her body. "Shit, girl, sorry. Didn't mean to freak you out." Her best friend apologizes, squeezing Y/N's hand in an attempt to calm her down, "You ok?"

Nodding rapidly, the girl hurries to reassure her very worried friend, "Yeah I just spaced out, no worries."

Although clearly unconvinced, Kat doesn't press on. She's always approached Y/N like a wounded wild animal, worried she might shut herself away if she feels like she's being put under pressure. Or worse, she'd hate to lose her friendship if she were to bring up her theory of whatever might be going on between her and Colby. She can only imagine how badly she'd flip out if she were to find out.

So, Sam and Kat alike have long decided to never let either Y/N or Colby find out their agenda.

"If you say so...", with a small nod Kat motions to the bag on the floor as she balances the one she's holding, "Could you grab that? We're gonna leave them at the front desk before we go to the diner."

The last thing Y/N's unruly stomach wants right now is food but there's no way in hell she's gonna say anything and garner further suspicion from her friends. So, she nods in agreement, watching Kat as she follows Sam out in the hall before turning to pick up the appointed bag.

And suddenly her hand's been burned.

Both her and Colby jump back when the unexpected skin-to-skin contact brought on the feeling of an acid burn.

He wants to apologize, though there is nothing to really apologize for. It's such a miniscule and insignificant moment for an onlooker that they'd be perceived as utterly ridiculous for reacting so dramatically. Luckily for that onlooker mind reading isn't a thing, otherwise they'd see some ungodly images flashing through the pair's heads.

God forbid they heard me calling them a pair. They'd have me beheaded.

"Let me." He says, his voice rougher than he'd intended. He flinches at the sound of it and cringes even more when she does in fact let him take the bag, stepping away from the spot she'd crouched to collect it from the floor.

And again he finds himself in the agonizing position of watching her go without having a morsel of a chance to stop her. Truly, there's nothing he could say even if he were to stop her. They've always had a preference for few words - rather hostile ones, at that. So, what's there to say? They said plenty but not via words just last night.

If only they could resume that conversation.

"Hey!" Y/N calls out to Kat, picking up the pace of her steps so she can catch up to her.

Disentangling her arm from Sam's, she turns to her best friend, "What's up?"

On instinct, Y/N links their arms together in silent gratitude for, well, everything. Years of friendship. Years of Kat putting up with all seasons of her attitude. "I never got to say thank you for not letting me home with that guy. And I'm sorry if I was being bitchy about it. I know you did it for my own good."

It's far from the first time Kat has had to pull such a maneuver to keep Y/N safe. Hell, she dragged her out of this guy's car once. No feat is too big when it comes to keeping each other safe, and that goes for both sides. Although the rescue missions have been pretty one sided, seeing as how one has far less self preservation. I'll let you have a guess who that is.

The expected reassurance never comes, beckoning Y/N's gaze to Kat's face where she finds a pretty confused expression. "What guy?"

Mortification seeps into Y/N's bloodstream with a searing heat creeping up the back of her neck. "'What guy' as in you don't remember or 'what guy' as in there were several?" She doesn't really wanna hear the answer, rather she sink into the floor, but she has to know. Ignorance is bliss and all that but it's also the coward's weapon. And she ain't no coward.

"No, no. I mean, yeah, there were several..." Kat is very obviously and very unsuccessfully trying to soften the blow of the answer's delivery, "But you only danced with them. There was this one you were adamant on leaving with but thankfully Colby stopped you."

No amount of cushioning would've prevented that sentence from hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Kat mistakes her silence for anger so she hurries to add on to her previous statement, "He did the right thing, though! Please don't be mad at him."

Oh, I'm mad at him. But not for the reasons you might think...

Y/N snaps out of her thoughts with a shake of her head, "No, no, I'm not mad at him. In fact, I should probably thank him."

To say Kat is taken aback by these unbelievable words would be an understatement, "Ok, let's not got that far. I don't know what natural disaster may occur if you do that."

Oh, they've gone a lot further than Kat can ever imagine.

The tension of uncertainty climbs in the car with them, leaving a lot to be speculated and anxiously awaited. One thing is concretely certain, however - this is gonna be another long fucking night.

* * * * *

Y/N's ears are perked up with expectation. Not so much in search of a knock or creak that could be considered as loose evidence but in hopes of hearing footsteps. She hates it, how each sound puts her on edge for all the wrong reasons.

She's not waiting on any paranormal entity to make itself known. She's waiting for a rerun of last night. Hoping for it is a better way to put it. Hoping on him and hating on herself.

Ten minutes, that is the window of time they decided on for the solo investigation portion of the night and it's going by too quickly for her liking. Typically the minutes would stretch on in endless anxiety whenever she found herself alone in these supposedly haunted places. And yet tonight, she wishes she could buy a couple extra minutes. Or maybe buy herself a new brain if she were to listen to the more hostile part of herself. The part of her that is so against what went down that it's fucking exhausting.

But the footsteps never come. Not because the other party doesn't want to make the venture just down the hall but because he's convinced she'd forever hate him if he were to give into his temptation.

He's no stranger to hate and anger from her. What he's afraid of is avoidance. Indifference.

So, he stays put. Or tries to.

Out of the ten minutes he was left alone in room 11B, Colby only remained seated for a total of ten seconds. He's been pacing the room like a caged animal, his hand instinctively reaching for the doorknob several times. It felt like fighting with his second nature trying to pry himself free from the urge.

But fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on the perspective - he prevailed. Ten minutes in isolation, almost completely forgetting the quest at hand.

The solo investigations come to an end with a ping from everyone's phones, letting them know the time is up. The sound sends shockwaves down Y/N's spine as she comes to terms with the fact that she's been stood up by both the spirits and living.

Upon exiting the room, she finds herself to be faced with another of the Universe's cruel jokes in timing. She'd much rather have just run into a shadow figure if she's being honest. But a shadow figure he is most definitely not. Not with such piercing blue eyes, anyway.

For a brief second they are left in silence, just staring each other down. But it'd be very unlike them to let the quiet linger for any longer. So, Y/N takes it upon herself to break it, "Glad to see you didn't pussy out and make a run for it this time."

Very on-brand for a Colby-Y/N interaction. Or it would be if he were to retort with the same sort of hostility. He does, but not verbally. Instead, in two long strides, he finds himself in her personal space, giving her no room to dodge him. Not that she would, she talks a big game and stands behind it. Even now, trapped between his body and the wall with only mere inches separating them, there's not even a twinge of hesitation in her stance or gaze.

"What, were you waiting for me or something?" He too is no stranger to pulling on her strings but he'd usually do it from an arm's length away. Not a centimeter away from her face.

The retort she's ready to spit at him dies in her throat when she feels his fingers ghost over her thigh, giving an almost accidental tug on the chain dangling from the belt loops of her shorts.

As soon as the contact was established it has dissipated with Colby taking a step back, "Forgot to give it back."

His words throw her for a momentary lop before her hand comes to clasp the small bump in her pocket. Reaching in, she retrieves the lighter he so smoothly swiped from her yesterday. By the time her brain has processed what just happened, he's already disappeared down the hall, leaving her leaning against the wall on unsteady knees and with a newfound craving to light a cigarette.

"Fuck you, Brock..." she mutters under her breath, darting down the hall in search of the nearest exit so she can give into the urge to drown the breath they briefly shared in nicotine.

* * * * *

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Hair tousled, lipstick smeared, heels in hand - that's Y/N's current state. The worst of it, in her opinion, is that she's sober. The two drinks she downed about three hours ago evaporated from her system long before they could affect her perception of time and space. Throughout the whole night she was all too aware of the pair of eyes that remained trained on her the whole night. And she was even more aware of the sudden disappearance of the heat on the back of her neck when Colby inexplicably disappeared from her viewpoint. From the club entirely.

Curiosity scratched at her brain but she pushed it down, restraining the need to ask Sam and Kat where he'd gone. Why he'd left. Who he'd left with. To be fair, it would've been pretty hard to get answers out of either of them, seeing as how they were too busy making out on the dancefloor.

Or at least that's the last she saw of them before they too disappeared from her immediate vicinity. After a solid fifteen minute scavenger hunt for her friends she called it a night and made her way back to the hotel, discarding her heels halfway along her journey.

The texts she sent Kat remain unanswered but as she ventures down the hall to their shared room she gets the answer to at least one of her questions - Colby's whereabouts.

Whereabouts that place him seated on the carpeted hotel hallway floor, back against the door to her and Kat's shared room. His head is tilted back, his eyes peacefully shut. Or at least they were until her question startled him back into weariness.

"Sam and Kat banished me from the room. Can I crash with you?" He makes no attempt on getting up despite appearing sober himself. He's just exhausted, mentally more so than physically.

She's tempted to be petty. In fact she can feel horns poking through at the top of her head at just the thought of leaving him without a place to stay for the night. It's a minor revenge for seven years of animosity and a chaotic twenty four hours of anxiety and overthinking. But she can simultaneously feel a vastly different sensation heating her body at the thought of having to share a room with him for the night.

Does she believe that ridiculous crap about being the bigger person? Hell no. Is that enough to just leave him out in the hall? Well....

"Only if you keep your hands to yourself." She says, twirling the keycard to the door between her fingers like a taunt.

Little does she know the real taunt for him at the moment is her two inches too short dress. Listen, he's a gentleman, but if she were to take one more step toward him, it would take an ungodly amount of self control to look away.

Instead of letting those unorthodox thoughts render him speechless as they wrack his body, he finds it in himself to sass her right back, "Only if you follow your own rule."

She offers him no verbal reply. All he gets in response is a scoff and eye-roll before she approaches him, offering him a hand to help him get up to his feet.

He's a wise man - he takes something when he's offered it. But he's also insightful, more so than he lets on. And that allows him to give others what they haven't even come to terms with wanting. Which is why he doesn't let go of her hand once he stands up. Instead, he rounds it behind her back, gently locking it in place as his lips come crashing down onto hers.

Despite the rule she put in place, she's all too eager to meet him halfway, returning the same burning passion he's showing her. There's not a fiber of her being that isn't currently on fire, not a single thought that's rational, not a single hesitation that is being heard.

She's overdosing on him and enjoying every second of it.

Colby's free hand tangles in her hair while the other steals the keycard from her secured hand, swipes it and pushes the door open, guiding them blindly into the pitch black room.

They don't need a light anyway. The way their hands roam each other's bodies with such familiarity, it feels like a regular occurrence. Like they give into their hidden desires frequently enough to know the other's body by heart, play it like an instrument. Each touch, each kiss, each softly spoken word feels so...right. Not at all out of place, not at all unusal.

It's been seven years coming, and the waves are finally crashing down over them.

Only the moonlight lazily seeping in through the windows bares witness to this culmination of animosity, anger, hostility - the result of which is awfully gentle. Well, gentle might not be the best term if you were to factor in his hand around her throat and her nails scratching down his back.

Said hand of his loosens its already leisurely hold, travelling up to her jaw then her cheek where it cups her face in a - dare I say - loving gesture.

It stirs up something too warm and fuzzy for Y/N's rough nature. Yet she still embraces it, not without a snide comment though: "Don't get sentimental on me now, Brock."

She's quick to bite back her words and replace them with a moan as he marks her stomach with a not at all modest hickey, "Don't worry, I'll still hate you in the morning."

She laughs. Genuinely laughs. This night is full of surprises, is it not. "You better."

They greet the dawn on the balcony, her back pressed to his chest, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist. And as if we didn't already count plenty of milestones... In seven long years, they'd never smoked together. That changes now.

"You still hate me?" Colby dares to ask through an exhale of smoke. I believe the answer is pretty obvious though, considering she hasn't tried to headbutt him the whole time his chin has been resting on top of her head.

Although he hasn't heard it much, at least not in response to him, her laugh has officially become his favorite sound in the world. "Of course I do."

"Good."

"You?"

"I've never hated you more." He accentuates his response by capturing her lips with his own in a sweet kiss.

* * * * *

"Hey, Kat." Colby speaks up softly, careful not to disturb the still drowsy Kat that's so ready to fall asleep the very second her butt hits the airplane seat.

"Hmm?" She offers in response. It's too early for either her or Sam to form words and Colby respects that.

"Mind switching seats with me?"

Now that wakes her up, the force of the statement's meaning not at all corresponding with the softness of his tone.

"You think you'll be, um, safe? Sitting next to Y/N and all that?" Although inwardly buzzing with excitement at the potential of her years long labor finally baring fruits, she needs to make sure there will be no murders on this flight.

What Kat doesn't catch is the smirk Colby sends Y/N's way over her shoulder. A smirk she returns with the same level of mischief.

"I think I'll manage."

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the ordem paranormal universe masterpost

ordem paranormal is a ttrpg universe created by cellbit. it started in 2020. as of today, ordem paranormal has 4 seasons, 2 spin offs, and the first one-shot to be aired on september 23rd.

ordem paranormal takes place in a universe with two dimensions: the normal and the paranormal.

the normal dimension is where we live as human beings, while the paranormal dimension is a completely different place, where everything that seems like the impossible can become real, like spirits, demons, among other kinds of anomalies connected to the after-life. those two places are separated by a layer called the membrane, the membrane stops the normal and the paranormal from coming in contact. however, the membrane can be weakened by fear of the supernatural, making horrendous and dangerous monsters enter our reality. this phenomenon usually happens in specific locations, prone to the perception of fear, like abandoned hospitals, old houses and deactivated sanatoriums.

all across the world, different groups have formed, looking for ways to weaken the membrane, trying to destroy it and blend the two dimensions, with the objective of seeking their own wishes, or even, fulfilling a bigger purpose. the members of this groups are called occultists. to stop chaos from being stored, a secret global organization was created: ordo realitas. common people who live double lives to stop the acts done by occultists, which aim to increase the contact between normal people and the paranormal, increasing their fear, and consequently, weakening the membrane and allowing the paranormal to cross over.

official campaigns

-> the first campaign aired on february 29th, 2020, and it's called ordem paranormal: iniciação (initiation) it has 5 episodes that are around 4 hours each and all the episodes have been translated to english.

"this story begins in the early hours of february 29th, 2020, when the neighborhood of “nostradamus school” hears a terrifying scream coming from inside the building, the same place which hours before had been consumed by the flames of a fire. this leads ordo realitas to summon their rookie members to investigate the scene, where the presence of paranormal activity is suspected."

-> the second campaign aired on april 11th, 2020, and it's called ordem paranormal: o segredo na floresta (the secret in the forest) it has 16 episodes that are around 4 hours each and all the episodes have been translated to english.

"on april 11th, around ten o'clock in the morning, a team from ordo realitas has a meeting scheduled with the man known as senhor veríssimo. everyone goes to veríssimo's room and there he introduces them to team kelvin, a team of veteran agents who were sent to investigate a strange murder case involving a spiral symbol that ended up mysteriously disappearing without any prior notice."

-> the third campaign aired on october 31st, 2020, and it's called ordem paranormal: desconjuração (deconjuration) it has 20 episodes that are around 4 hours each and the episodes are currently being translated into english.

"the santo berço (holy cradle) was destroyed. the restructured ordo realitas now operates from an underground base. from there, the man known as senhor veríssimo commands a legion of agents who, with the help of more intense methods, seek to save the world from the growing threat of the occult. with a new formation, the team receives a mission of searching and rescuing one of the order's most important agents who disappeared while investigating a strange occult branch, known only as the order of deconjuration."

-> the fourth campaign aired on september 4th, 2021 and it's called ordem paranormal: calamidade (calamity) it has 13 episodes that are around 5 hours each. it has not been translated yet.

"with no sign of any interference with the balance, a new lead makes ordo realitas start to act again. an old case, reporting on an entity described as "o diabo" (the devil), brings together a new team of agents. together, they must further investigate the case as they continue their search for the power of the calamity relics."

the official campaign has been on a hiatus since calamity.

spin-offs

-> the first spin-off aired on june 25th, 2022 and it's called ordem paranormal: o segredo na ilha (the secret in the island) it has 8 episodes that are around 5 hours each. it has not been translated yet.

"on an isolated island, there is a huge mansion, built by a painter who mysteriously disappeared more than 20 years ago. an art appraiser is hired to spend a few days inside this mansion, looking for valuable paintings inside. to do this, he decides to take his family on the trip. after all, what could go wrong?"

(for the qsmp enjoyers, this is where montelyson/romero richas comes from)

-> the second spin-off aired on october 29th, 2022 and it's called ordem paranormal: sinais do outro lado (signs from the other side), it has 7 episodes that are around 4 hours each. it has not been translated yet.

"the paranormal doesn't come to our reality easily,, but things weren't always like that. the year is 1997, several cases of disappearances happen in the south of brazil. a group decides to investigate the disappearance of their mentor, a paranormal hunter who has extensive research into aliens, mysterious and dangerous creatures. however, something or someone, more powerful and unknown, may be behind all this."

you can watch the spin-offs without watching the official campaign, because although they happen in the same universe and some characters may show up on these stories, they are not connected to what happens on the main story, although the spin-offs may contain information about some things from the official campaigns.

one-shot

-> the first one-shot is going to be aired on september 23rd, 2023, and it's called ordem paranormal: quarentena (quarantine) and it will have 1 episode. this will be the first ordem paranormal session in english/spanish and it won't be connected to the main campaign, just in the same universe.

"at the offices of a multinational company called “panacea industries”, five people, looking for ways to make quick money, decide to carry out the scientific test of a new medicine. but perhaps the true intentions of this organization are not so clear when you look at it from the other side."

this is an update from EquipeT about the translations:

#there are a lot of things to explain about the universe #i tried to focus just on the rpg on this one #if u want to ask me questions feel free #i hope this helps people out #cellbit #ordem paranormal #i didnt mention enigma do medo or other products because i thought it would be too big ;-;

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writtenbyan-aries · 7 months ago

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Hey could we get a Sam fluff where yn is scared while ghost hunting with them and runs to Sam. He comforts her or something..

I love youuu

I love writing the spookier ones so yes of course!

Warnings: ghost hunting, reader being touched by spirits, spoken to, pushing, shoving, mentions of death, on the spookier side with a touch of fluff

Word count: 3.1K | unedited

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This investigation was going smooth, or at least it was until it was you, Sam, and Colby.

“Alright guys. So now we’re-“ Colby freezes, snapping his head to look down the hall, “Did you hear that?”

You nod, “The knocking?”

“Where?” Sam asks from behind the camera, “Down there?” He points down the hall and Colby nods, “Yeah it was like two knocks.”

You all stay silent for a few seconds, hoping it happens again, but it doesn’t, so you move on.

“We are currently in the foyer, right off to the side from the front door. It has been said that other investigators, even the owners have seen a woman walking back and fourth from the door to the steps right over there.” Colby points and Sam turns the camera.

You look around, trying to stay as close to Sam as you can without being in the way.

“Isn’t she wearing a white dress too?” You ask and Sam nods, “Yeah, almost like a sleek, but old dress. People have said that it looks torn, so hopefully we can figure it out for ourselves tonight.”

“I have the REM Pod here..” Colby goes into explaining what it does and how it works while you turn, staring down the hall.

You hated that you didn’t know if your mind was playing tricks on you, or if you actually see something, but when you shine your light down the hall, there’s nothing.

“Did you see something?” Sam asks and you shrug, “Couldn’t te-“ As you turn back to look at Sam, you’re pushed towards him.

It wasn’t super hard, but it was enough to make him fumble the camera to make sure you didn’t lose your balance fully.

“You okay? What happened?” Sam asks as he hands the camera to Colby. He turns back to you, “It looked like you were pushed.”

You nod, looking around, “I swear I was. Like a..” you reach up and gently push on Sam’s shoulder, “I think it scared me more than anything.”

Sam rubs your back, taking the camera back from Colby, “Stay close, alright. If that happened, right at the start, we aren’t sure what else can happen.”

“Got it.”

Sam looks over at Colby, “So we’ll just set it right in the middle of the floor between the door and steps and-“

The pod lights up and Sam and Colby both gasp, “No fucking way that happened that quick.” Colby shakes his head, “If that was Lady Zalius, please touch that light for us again.”

You gasp, pressing your chest and forehead against Sam’s back, “Something just touched my hair.”

Sam looks over his shoulder, turning to wrap his arm around you, “You okay?”

You nod, “Yeah. Yeah I’m good.”

The light goes off again and Sam takes a deep breath, “Did you just touch y/n’s hair?”

The light goes off again and you sigh, “It’s going to be a long night.” Sam looks over at you, “We can stop if this gets to be too much for you.”

Colby nods, “Yeah, you said you wanted to do an investigation so it’s up to you on whether or not we keep going.”

You look between them, “We just got started. It too early to quit.”

You can see Sam smirk and nod, “Alright.”

You ask a few more questions and hear some of the same knocking before you move to the first master bedroom on the first floor.

“So this is master bedroom number one. Number two is upstairs on the opposite side of the house.” Sam explains as Colby holds the camera, “This is where Lady Zalius’ brother stayed, and where the deaths started happening.”

You have your back turned towards the door, which was closed after Sam followed you and Colby in, but it’s cracked open.

“Sam.” You keep your eyes on the door and you jump slightly when you feel his hand on your back, “What’s up?”

“The door.” You point and glance over at him, “You closed that fully right?”

“I’m pretty sure I did.” Sam looks at Colby, “Run it back on the camera quick.” Colby walks over and Sam pulls his phone out to record, “Okay. So..”

You all watch the playback of Sam fully closing the door, “Close it again and try to pull it open. Maybe it doesn’t latch?”

Sam walks up, his phone still recording, “Okay, so I’ll just..” he pushes the door closed and since it’s quiet, you can definitely hear the latch click.

“Try and pull it open without twisting the knob.” Colby suggests and as soon as Sam’s had touches the door knock, a loud thud on the door makes him jump back.

He about knocks you over, but you cling to him, “What the fuck was that?”

“I’m sorry, are you okay? I didn’t-“ Sam helps you stand up straight and holds onto you, “That fucking scared the shit out of me.”

“There’s no way that fucking happened. No fucking way.” Colby is shocked, “What the hell.”

“I literally didn’t do anything, I swear that wasn’t me.” Sam is shaking slightly, so you lay your hand on his arm, “Are you good?”

He laughs slightly, “That rattled me a little bit. I felt the vibration of the thump through the knob.”

“I say we bring out the spirit box?” Colby suggests and you and Sam both nod, “Yeah.” You breathe out, “Whatever was out there, wants in.”

You shiver, “Oh fuck, I just got the chills.”

“Is it cold right here. Colby.” Sam looks at him, his arms still around you, “Is it cold where you are?”

Colby shakes his head, “It’s actually kind of warm right here.” Sam pushes you towards Colby, but follows close behind you.

“Is it warm over here.” You look at Colby, “Go walk over there.”

Colby walks over and scoffs, “That’s a major fucking difference, like I wish the people who are going to be watching this could feel this. This is craaaazy, dude. What the hell.”

“Spirit box. I think it’s in.. my backpack?” Sam lets go of you, swinging his bag off his back and grabbing the object, “Alright, let’s get this-“

Sam whips around, “That picture frame just fell.”

“Colby!” You yell and he whips around, “What? What!?”

You point, “there was a shadow like right behind you.”

He looks to Sam and Sam looks from him to you, “I don’t want you-“

You scream, running to Sam and holding onto him, “Something just brushed up against my leg.” You look down, lifting your feet, “Like a dog or something? Did they have a dog?”

“They had a German shepherd, I think is what it was? I could be wrong, but whatever happened in this room, is far too complicated for us to figure out.” Colby shakes his head, “If anything, we can come back, when it’s daylight or something. I don’t know, this room gives me the heebie jeebies.”

“He’s right.” Sam agrees, “Let’s try the other master, the one Lady Zalius occupied.”

As you make your way out of the room, equipment and all, you feel like someone walks past you, “did anyone else feel that?”

“That gust of wind?” Colby asks and you nod, “Yeah like someone walked by?”

“I didn’t but I did hear like a whisper, I don’t know if anything picked that up or not, but it was like, I don’t know, I can’t even make it out to be honest.” Sam takes a deep breath, turning to close the door, “Please don’t bang on it. Please don’t bang on it.”

He quickly pulls the door closed and steps back. It’s quiet for a few seconds then Sam sighs, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

He takes the camera from Colby and follows him. As Sam talks to Colby, his hand naturally finds yours, interlocking his fingers with yours and squeezes.

You squeeze back, smiling to yourself. You have a huge crush on Sam, hence why you really only run to him when you get scared.

“Alright.” Colby turns as you start walking up the steps, “These stairs should be safe, the owners said that, for some reason, these stairs are like a-“ he puts air quotes, “-safe space.”

“Like home base in tags?” Sam jokes and Colby laughs, “Yeah, exactly.”

You must have let your guard down a little too much, because right as you were about to step up onto the second floor, you’re pushed backwards, almost like you lost your balance.

Sam ends up dropping the camera on the floor to catch you, yelling for Colby at the same time, “Whoa, whoa, Colby! Colby!”

Colby gets the camera out from under Sam’s foot and moves around behind you, making sure you both make up your the steps.

“What the fuck?” Colby questions and you look at Colby, “is the camera okay?”

“Don’t worry about that.” They both say in unison. Sam cups your cheek, “Are you okay?”

You nod, “It was almost like someone was pulling me from behind and I couldn’t step up the last step.”

Next thing you know, Colby is getting pushed into you and Sam, and Sam pushes you both away from the steps, “Whatever is in here, wants us to go down the steps the hard way.”

You sigh, “Let’s go find out what Lady Zalius has to say.” You motion towards the bedroom, “My vote is Colby closes this door.”

“I’m with y/n on this one.” Sam laughs slightly, “Whatever is here must not like visitors after a certain time.”

You make your way into the bedroom and Sam takes the camera, setting it down on the dresser to point towards the door. He walks back over, and motions to Colby, “All you brotha.”

Colby sighs, laughing nervously as he tilts his head back, “Jesus fuck, alright. I’m just..” he groans, “I’m just gonna do it.”

Colby closes the door and you brace yourself to jump into Sam’s arms, but to all of your surprise, nothing happens.

“It must either be that room, or they don’t like you.” Colby looks at Sam and Sam hangs his head, “Well.. I guess that’s what we’re here to find out, right?”

Sam looks at the camera and makes a scared, over dramatized face and you laugh, “So the spirit box?”

“Yes.” Sam claps his hands together and you reach out and grab him, “Wait. Do that again.”

“Clap my hands together?” Sam questions and you nod, looking from him to Colby, “Listen.”

Sam claps his hands together and it’s almost like there’s an echo.

“Is something mocking me?” Sam asks, “What the fu-“ he does it again and lo and behold, the sound happens again, “What the fuuuuck.”

“You try it.” Sam motions to Colby and Colby claps his hands once.

Nothing.

You clap your hands together.

Nothing.

Sam does it again, and of course, the sound follows.

“That’s fucking insane.” Sam’s jaw drops, “What the hell.”

Colby gets the spirit box going. Static noise fills the room and before you even open your mouth to ask a question, “…Hello…”

You all look at each other in shock. Colby shakes his head, whispering, “Should we just let it go or do we ask questions?”

Sam shrugs, “I don’t.. maybe we can wait and se-“

“…Evil.. Man…”

“Who’s evil?” Sam asks, “Are we speaking to Lady Z-“

“…Zalius… It’s me…”

“Lady Zalius. Was that you downstairs in the foyer who touched my friend’s hair?” Colby asks, staring at the box as he waits for an answer.

“…soft ha…”

“Soft hair?” Sam reaches up, nodding, “I mean, she’s not wrong.” You smile slightly and look back at the spirit box, “Is there an evil spirit here, Lady Zalius?”

“… was once… my family…”

“Her brother.” Colby snaps, “Her brother was the one who murdered people here.”

“Right, right, yes.” Sam nods, “Can you tell us who was mocking my claps?”

The static noise continues to plays, but no response.

“Were there kids here?” You ask, and you gasp as you feel a hand on your shoulder, “Fuck. Did you just touch me?” You look at Sam and he shakes his head, “No.”

“Are you trying to keep us safe?” You ask, trying to keep yourself from shaking anymore than you already were, “If so, we really appreciate it.”

“…try..ing.. my best…”

“Should we stay out of the master on the first floor?” Colby asks and almost instantly, “…not.. safe..”

You all gasp, your hand coming up to cover your mouth, “Oh my god.”

“So that wasn’t a good spirit who hit the door, or whatever it did. It was hard, too.” Sam sighs, resting his hands on top of his head, “Is there anything you would like to tell us, or even warn us about?”

“…go… out…”

“Are you telling us to leave?” Colby asks for possibly clarification and you feel the color leave your face as she responds, “…now.. now.. go...”

“Alright.” Colby presses his lips together, “I don’t know if she means out of this room, or the house in general, but I don’t think we should stick around and find out.”

“There’s one last place I want to try, at least with the REM Pod.” Sam looks from you to Colby, “The back patio area.”

“Isn’t that where all of the bodies are buried?” Colby asks and Sam nods, “Yep. All sixteen.”

You get a chill down your spine and you suddenly feel dizzy, “Yeah, I think going.. outside is a good idea.”

“You feeling okay?” Colby asks and you reach for Sam, “I just got really dizzy. I thought I was going to pass out.”

Sam holds onto your wrist, not letting go until you look at him, “It’s gone now, but that so quick and weird.” He nods and lets go, “Let’s get you out of here.”

You pack up and open the door, making your way to the steps. You hold onto Sam and the railing as you walk down.

Nothing happens, thankfully, “So much for these steps being a safe ground.” You mumble as you glare at Colby. He shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, “Sorry?”

You laugh, “It’s fine. I’m fine.” You take a deep breath, “Let’s just get outside before anything el-“

“Shh.” Sam holds up his finger, “Do you hear that?”

You and Colby shake your heads and go back to listening. Both of you widen your eyes and look at Sam and the camera. Colby leans in, whispering into it, “There’s heavy, I mean heavy footsteps coming from upstairs.”

“They stopped.” You whisper, your eyes move to look at Sam, “No wait.. there they are again.”

“What the fuck is that?” Sam whispers, “They are heavy. Almost like stomping, you know?”

They stop and that’s when you guys finally make your way to the door. You walk out after Sam and Colby closes the door.

“This way.” Sam nods and you and Colby follow. Every sound that isn’t made by you or one of the guys, makes you jump.

You were clinging to Sam’s shirt, holding onto it like a leash as he led you around the house.

“Okay. If I’m correct..” Colby starts, “Didn’t they say that they buried them off to the right of the back of the house, so if we’re looking at it this way..” he points to the right, “They’re right over there.”

Sam nods, glancing at you, “Still doing okay?”

You nod, “Yeah, I think?” You laugh, “I’m not too sure.”

He nods, “Well go after this.”

“Thank god.” You joke, “I was starting to think we’d never leave.”

He laughs and looks to Colby, “I think if we set down the REM pod right there..” he points, “..We can probably get some good light action, you know?”

Colby nods, setting the pod down where Sam told him to, and as soon as he backs away, the light goes on and off repeatedly.

“Whoa. Whoa. Okay.” Colby walks back over to you and Sam, “That’s frickin insane. I just set it down and it’s doing that?”

“There’s a lot of spirits out here, so I mean.. maybe if we.. fuck. I don’t know.” Sam sighs, “There’s so much here. A lot of darkness and resentment is what I picked up at least.”

“Her brother caused a lot of pain and torture for no reason.” You shake your head, “This place is enough to scare anyone off, really.”

Right as the last word leaves your lips, the light turns off and there’s a bang on the window of the house behind you.

You jump over to Sam, your arms going around each other and he sighs, “Alright. Time to go. Pack it up.”

“A little scared are we?” Colby jokes and right as he bends down to pick up the pod, the light goes off and causes Colby to scream.

“A little scared are we?” Sam mocks Colby and they both laugh at each other. You make your way back to the car and as you give the house one last look, you swear you seen, who they describe as lady Zalius, in the window of her bedroom.

“She’s up there.” You point, “She’s watching us leave. I swear to god.”

“In the bedroom?” Sam asks and right as he asks that, a light, almost like one of those fake candles that people put in their windows, light up.

“Did you see that?” Colby asks in a loud whisper, “We’re definitely coming back to this place.”

Colby walks to the back of the car while you stand at the front with Sam, “I’m sorry for being so clingy towards you tonight.”

Sam smiles, “I’m sorry for almost making you eat the floor when I got scared.”

You laugh, “It’s okay. I’m sure I did that to you a few times.”

“Are you coming with us on another investigation?” Sam asks as he walks around the car and tosses his backpack into the back seat, “Because if so, you can cling to me all you want.”

You walk up to him, tossing your bag onto the floor of the back seat, “As much as wanting to do more of these scare me, I’m glad you say that because you are infact my safe space and th-“

“Will you two just kiss already?” Colby says as he rests his arms on top of the car, “You could cut the tension with a knife.”

“Will you just sh-“

Sam cuts you off with a kiss and leans back with a smile, “There. Happy now?”

“Yes.” You and Colby both answer, which makes everyone laugh.

Colby taps the top of the car with his hand, “Great. Now get in the car.”

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I hope this was good, I feel like it wasn’t but it is what it is. Love you all! Thank you so much for reading! See you in the next one!

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