#they also do a seance and then get scared of a ghost… which turns out to be an anti mineta device hatsume made for the girls’ bathroom

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i didn’t take any pics of this chapter apparently but here you go my summary of school briefs 3 chapter “UA quest”

Fantasy AU Bakudeku save me...Save me Fantasy AU Bakudeku....Save me ...

[saintmagx]

Chamber of Horrors 😈

Grayson Waller x reader

an: just came across Grayson Waller on Chamber of Horrors with Scarlett and Shotzi and it gave me some inspo 👻 IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT, YOU SHOULD! He is literally polite, respectful, funny and hella scared. This story doesn’t follow the video exactly because my memory is bad and I started writing this so long ago I forgot so much stuff, plus trying to rewrite a video is kinda hard 🫣

‼️ Warning: swearing, bad story telling, cringe writing, not proof read, just rambles no actual good storyline‼️

“Our final guest of the night is the current WWE Woman’s Champion y/n!” Kayla says excitedly.

Walking out into the cozy studio my nerves settle slightly, I’ve never been on the bump before, nor had any kind of chat show interview before, so I’m a little overwhelmed. I make my way over to the other guests Scarlett and Shotzi and sit down next to them.

“So welcome to your first ever bump appearance, how has it taken us this long to get you here?” Kayla asks.

“Honestl-”

Cut off before I could even answer, a strong accent fills the studio, Grayson who was also a guest - who was joining us via video chat - had to pipe up - it’s what he does best.

“Let me answer that.”

“You see, yn wouldn’t come on the show unless yours truly was also a guest. I mean can you blame her, who wouldn’t want to be on the same show as the Aussie icon.”

“Ah yes Grayson of course, every time they asked me to come on the show I would say unless you have thee Grayson Waller on your show, I ain’t interested.”

He smiles and slightly chuckles, unable to retaliate.

We continue to hype up the next PLE. Shotzi and Scarlett then go onto speak about the release of more episodes of Chamber of Horrors.

“Yn we would love to have you as a guest on the next season! It would be so fun.” Scarlett suggests.

“Absolutely not.” I say - little too quickly.

“I might come across as someone who is tough but deep down I’m scared of most things. And being in an area that is high on the paranormal activity is a definite no for me.”

“We would be there, nothing would happen to you. It’s completely safe.” Shotzi tries her best to convince me to appear in the show, but her words fill me with little confidence.

“I’ll go on if you do yn.” Grayson declares.

“What?”

“If you do the show, I’ll do it with you. Moral support and all that. Plus if you get too scared you can always hold my hand.” His signature smirk creeping onto his face.

Feeling like my back was against the wall I agree to appear and anyway they might not ask me to be on it for a long time and we might not even go to somewhere that is extremely haunted. I was unfortunately wrong on both fronts.

The call to appear on an episode of Chamber of Horrors came all too quickly. It was decided that we would go and see Bloody Mary in New Orleans, which involved a seance and an independent ghost hunt around the haunted house.

Sitting around the table in a circle, Bloody Mary describes how the evening will go and says a few incantations to start of the seance.

“First we will go around the table and introduce ourselves to the spirits. Squeezing from left to right on our hands.” She tells the table.

She introduces herself then squeezes my left hand. My turn I guess

“My name is yn.” I then squeeze Grayson hand for him to start

“My name is Grayson Waller, Maddison square garden main eventer.”

“I’m Shotzi”

“I’m Scarlett”

We continue to hold hands until Bloody Mary continues. She introduces us to a doll named Henry. Scarlett picks him up and places him onto a clearly uncomfortable Graysons lap.

“He likes the ladies, he’s a bit of a flirt.” Bloody Mary explains to us.

“Aw yes lad! We could be brothers.” Grayson says, “however I have to move you closer to Shotzi and Scarlett, can’t have you making moves on people you shouldn’t be.”

I look at Grayson confused, why would he say that?

“So is it true someone at this table hasn’t seen a horror film.” Bloody Mary questions. Looking around the table I find it hard to believe. Shotzi and Scarlett are literally horror queens and I’ve dabbled in horror movies myself, like who hasn’t. That only leaves Grayson…

“You haven’t seen a single horror movie? Like ever?” I quiz Grayson.

“Nope, I just like laughing. Why would I watch something that would make me scared?”

Stunned.

“The fact you haven’t seen the all time classics, I’m shocked. We have to change that.”

With a playful glint in his eyes he reply’s “are you asking me on a date? I mean I suppose if you were there to hold my hand I wouldn’t mind watching a scary film.”

And that right there is the famous Grayson Waller charm. I roll my eyes and laugh off his flirtation.

“I’ll ask theory to show you some of the classics. It’s gonna change your life.”

“I’d rather you show me them. I think I’d appreciate them more with you.”

He smiles slightly and shifts his attention back to Bloody Mary. Not noticing how his response had affected me.

The part I had been least looking forward to, the ghost hunt. We had been given free rein around the house to look and interact with any spirits we may encounter.

There had been a few words here and there but nothing that was concrete evidence that the spirts were among us. It could all be explained or passed off as a coincidence until I heard Scarlett and Grayson in the bathroom.

“Shotzi, yn come here quick.”

We entered the bathroom and were met with both Scarlett and Graysom standing in the bathtub. We join them without question and wait.

“Can you tell us your name” Scarlett asks the spirits

“Zach”

“Zach is there anyone else here with you?” She continues

“No”

“Killed her.”

“Sorry”

Scared, I find myself gravitating towards Grayson who instinctively grabs my hand. I’m not sure if he sensed my fear or if he too was scared however in that moment we were a comfort for each other.

“Killed who?” Shotzi asks this time. However there is no reply.

“Hey Zach can you say hello to Grayson?” She continues

In a mimicking tone

“Hi Grayson”

The mood is slightly lifted and I can’t help but chuckle this spirit has went from confessing to horrific crimes to making fun of Grayson and I’m here for it.

Unamused Grayson replies “oh, you think you’re funny do you?” The spirit did indeed think it was funny.

We move to a different room due to the activity in the bathroom dying down. The room we enter is a playroom, legend says that the small cupboard is where a small child still plays. We decide to have a game of rock paper scissors to see who will go in the cupboard. Shotzi is our first, then Scarlett.

“Can’t you just go in the cupboard? I think I would die of fear if I had to go in.” I say pleading with Grayson.

“Sorry love, fairs fair. Ready?” He replies.

Rock, paper, scissors shoot. I went with paper and Grayson well he went with rock. With a smug look I go stand next to Scarlett and Shotzi awaiting for Grayson to climb into the small cupboard.

“I’m literally in skinny jeans, I can’t do this.” He complains while backing into the small enclosed space. Not even a minute later he is screaming and scrambling to get out of the cupboard.

“Something touched me. Something touched my leg.”

“What?” We all ask.

“When I was in there I felt something grab and pull my leg.” He reiterates.

Finding his way next to me, he slides his hand into mine, again to find comfort. I squeeze his hand as a reassurance that everything was going to be okay. Looking down at me I can see the appreciation in his eyes.

Scarlett sits on the floor and asks the spirits some final questions - much to our dislike.

“Do you like Grayson?”

“No”

Grayson on hearing this throws a little tantrum

“I’m here, I’m trying to learn, I’m being respectful” before he can continue the spirt cuts him off

“Nerd”

The mood once again has been lifted at the expense of Grayson.

Shotzi continues to question the spirit.

“What about yn? Do you like her?”

“Yes”

“Pretty”

“You’re damn right she’s pretty. But ima have you ask you to back off mr ghost, she’s off limits.” Grayson replies

Shotzi and Scarlett share a knowing glance while i remain calm and composed- on the outside that is. On the inside im screaming.

That has got to be the most frightening experience of my life. The cameras have stopped rolling and we are standing in front of the Bloody Mary’s ready to part ways.

“Okay, I’ll admit it was kinda fun, however under no circumstances will I ever come back on your show.” I tell them.

They both laugh and tell me I’m a baby.

“I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight.”

Grayson jumps in “oh I don’t mind helping you out there. I can think of a few ways to help you sleep.”

Scarlett and Shotzi dismiss themselves sensing we need some time alone.

“What’s with the heavy flirting? You’ve been at it all night?” I question.

“Well what normally happens when a guy flirts with a girl?.”

“You’re not just any guy though, you’re Grayson Waller. Serial romancer.”

Slight offended he replies “I thought my actions would have been louder than my words? I like you yn, I like you a whole fucking lot. My mind, body and soul is captivated only by you.”

Silenced by his confession in struggle to think of the right words to say. I want to tell him I feel the same. I want to tell him how my every fibre and being yearns for him. Slowly I see the hope in his eyes fade as I’m taking too long to reply.

“Listen if you don’t feel the same way just say it I need to”

Before he could finish his sentence my lips meet his. He returns my kiss with a need and passion I’d only ever read in books. This is what he needed, this is what we both needed. Each other. Pulling away our foreheads rest on each other while catching our breath.

“How about a nightmare on elm street? A classic franchise to break that horror movie virginity of yours.”

He chuckles “as long as you’ll be there, I’ll watch anything.”

I honestly dunno what this turned into but here we are…….if you would like tagged in any of my stories let me know and I’ll add you to the list.

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[super-unpredictable98]

Can you do a oneshot of Klaus trying and failing to share his problems regarding the ghosts , training, drugs and everything with his siblings (whoever you think he would go to) ? Asking for the canon verse. I think this is something that might have happened.

Love your writing.

Encounter With Karma (TUA Fanfic)

Word Count: 1,5 k

Warning: Strong language, alcohol, mention of death, gore, and drugs

a/n: Thank you so much <3 I decided to merge this request with another one I got to include Nanno in one of my Klaus fics. Hope you both enjoy it!

(Masterlist)

Another horrible day, the end of a week high, and Klaus felt like he just got run over by a truck. He was laying on the sidewalk a few blocks away from his childhood home. Tired, hungry, lonely, and now the voices were starting to get louder again.

"Shut up! Shut up!" he cried, squirming helplessly.

"You don't seem so well," a girl called.

Klaus opened his eyes, a young Asian lady with shoulder-length hair and a school uniform stood looking down at him. She was incredibly beautiful, especially her smile, although there was something wicked about it, her cheery look was a little offputting.

"I feel like shit, thanks," he breathed.

"But I guess one could say you deserve it," she murmured, taking a drink from a bottle of gin she was holding.

"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?"

"As if you care, when you started drinking you were much younger than me, weren't you?" she crouched. "I'm Nanno, I'm new in town."

"Klaus, I'm old in town," he sat up with a grunt and held his head which seemed to be spinning. The more he looked at that girl, the more uncomfortable he got, something wasn't right about her. "Wait, you're not dead, are you?"

"No, of course not, I'm just like you," she explained.

"What does that mean?"

"You don't know? Wow, you're more pathetic than I imagined."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, do you mean the powers? You have powers?" Klaus mumbled in confusion.

"You can say so…"

"What are you? Superhero?" He scoffed. Sometimes, once in a blue moon, people would recognize him from the Umbrella Academy, maybe that's why she stopped to talk to him. He usually took advantage of it, he could get free stuff or a place to stay, but didn't seem like she had much to offer.

"I'm Nanno," she repeated with a careless shrug while twisting the ends of her thick dark hair with her finger.

For a moment, when Klaus stared up at her, she was wearing the Umbrella uniform, domino mask and all, she even had the same tattoo he carried on his wrist. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was really seeing it but turns out when he looked again, she was back to wearing a normal school uniform.

"You're weirder than my siblings."

"Thank you," she seemed extremely amused by the way he freaked out and her manic laughter was probably one of the most disturbing sounds he had ever heard. "Klaus, only stupid people wallow in self-pity instead of looking for help. I know you're a pathetic junkie and also not the brightest-"

"Hey!" He yelped, offended.

"But quit your whining and look around, you're actually very lucky. If you're not careful you might end up seeing more of me than you would like. I am not stopping and I'm much worse than the little ghosts you're so scared of or your daddy," Nanno grinned before getting back on her feet and dusting her skirt. "Bye bye, Seance."

He watched as she left, wondering what she meant. "You're not my mom!" He shouted defiantly.

Without a word, she turned to look over her shoulder, only this time Nanno's face was completely disfigured. She was covered in blood and bruises, her ethereal beauty was disrupted with cuts and wounds that seemed to be rotting. She looked exactly like one of the spirits Klaus had been trying to get rid of.

"Boo…" she whispered before turning back around to continue on her way.

A chill ran down his spine, somehow he knew those were not empty threats. Why did she wanna help him anyway? She didn't strike him as the type of person who would want to help anyone… not as if he had many ways to be helped.

He put this moment off as long as he could, Klaus hated to ask for help in situations like this, but only thinking about seeing that devilish grin again was enough to make his feet move on their own and take him to the Academy where he knew he would find Luther at least.

It wasn't the first time Klaus found himself standing out those doors, but usually, it was in the middle of the night. He would make his way inside, steal whatever he needed to buy more drugs, and leave without making a sound. This time was different.

"Luther? Lulu?" He called as soon as he entered the living room. "It's me, your most handsome brother!"

"Klaus? What are you doing here?" The Number One made his way down the stairs, still wearing his stupid uniform. He had grown quite a bit, he was massive and tall, although not as massive as he would be in a few years when he received the serum. "Jesus, you smell horrible, what happened to you?"

"The mean schoolgirl said I needed to talk to you, big guy," he slurred.

"Who?"

"Nanno! She was um- she was a schoolgirl and she looked like that character from the book, the book Ben had. The one with the girl who dies and comes back and each piece of her became another girl- Tomie!"

"A mean schoolgirl who looks like this Tomie told you to look for me?" Luther grimaced, almost entirely sure his brother was high and hallucinating.

"Yes! She was scary and she said she's like me. She said I need help or she'd haunt me, and it sounded very convincing! You're the only one I can really ask right now, Lulu."

"Klaus, take a shower, you're in a horrible state and you're not making any sense, come on…"

With a nod, he accepted. It was a start, getting a shower, maybe eating something, even if the coke didn't make his appetite very big.

Luther offered a towel and a change of clothes, Klaus used his old bathroom and realized that when he was submerged in the tub, the voices in his head seemed to calm down even if for a moment.

Once he was done, the two brothers sat across from each other on the couch. For the first time in weeks, Klaus was clean (at least on the outside), no makeup on, and his hair starting to curl again. He still looked like hell, but at least a tidy one.

"So, what's actually going on?" Luther asked.

"I'm not messing around, a schoolgirl did threaten me," he sighed, rubbing his eyes. "But I'm not even sure what's real and what isn't. I keep taking everything I can get my hands on cause I can't deal with myself when I'm sober."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean I keep hearing dead people and it's fucking terrifying!" Klaus cried. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't sit on the fucking toilet without ghosts haunting me non-stop. The only way I know to shut them up is to get high."

Luther shook his head, he knew his brother was prone to doing that sort of thing. Even as kids, he would break into the liquor cabinets and sneak weed or cigarettes around the house. It wasn't uncommon for him to have burn marks on his shirts, which drove their father insane, but he always blamed it on some villain.

It was one thing to be a mischievous kid who liked to mess around and break rules, it was another thing to destroy his own life because of some ghosts. He had never seen Klaus so thin, his eyes so sunken in, his ribs all showing, it was like he was one of the dead people he kept complaining about. He was clearly miserable even with the drugs, they were a short-term solution to something he would have to deal with his entire life.

"Klaus, did you try rehab?"

"Oh! Now that you mentioned it, what a great fucking idea! You just solved all my problems!" He scoffed. "I've been in and out a few times, I just can't stay clean. I have a collection of those 30-day tokens, everyone knows me around there."

"Well, I don't really know what to say. I think you're strong enough to deal with those spirits without all this shit in your body. They can't hurt you, they're just manifestations of people who aren't even here."

Klaus rolled his eyes, more and more Luther started to sound like their father. Of course he would say that, it wasn't him spending every second of every single day living a nightmare he couldn't escape.

"You make it sound so simple. It's not like that, don't you think I tried to do it the right way? They just don't leave me alone! I can't get a single-" Klaus stopped and shook his head. "Actually, forget about it, I don't know what I was thinking. This is so stupid, you can't help me, no one can."

"No, wait!" Luther called as his brother left the room, despite actually not knowing how to help.

"What?"

"What can I do for you?"

"Do you have twenty bucks?" Klaus asked.

"What for? Food?"

"Yeah… food."

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hey @ghosts-haunt this one’s for you! happy Truce!! :D

no-one-knows-au/sleepover-summons x2 combo!! also with a lil angst!! check it:

They didn't start the night off with plans to summon the Phantom of Amity Park.

It was a perfectly reasonable escalation of events, that was all.  Really.

There were five of them sprawled out in the basement that night: Sam, who was playing host for once and acted largely as the buffer between the rest of them and her parents (although Grandma, she assured her friends, was harmless); Malady Jones, armed with a flashdrive containing a dozen pirated horror flicks; Malady's boyfriend, Nathaniel, who scared very easily but had accepted the invitation nonetheless; Conrad Maynard Sterling, who was still trying desperately to get the name "Spike" to stick; and Felicity Warren, who Sam had met in third-hour and had brought her ouija board, just-in-case.

At sundown, when Malady and Nathaniel arrived, the plans were still loose; that said, they were still in "movies" territory, with "seance" being optional.

Now it was coming up on eleven.  Three pizza boxes lie, eviscerated and weeping grease, on the floor by the popcorn machine.  The projector was still dutifully rolling, but the screen held no one's attention: all eyes were on Conrad -- namely, on the dead-eyed vampire makeup he was doing for Malady.

"You're sure, no blood?" he asked her, for the twelfth time.  He kept a jar of it in his bag, alongside other staples of the genre: liquid latex, scar putty, scab gel, glistening spray, technicolor bruise palette.  Pale, undead faces were all well and good -- but the less savory it was to look at, the more horrible of an injury it was, the better Conrad got at mimicking it with a sponge or a brush.

"Yes, I'm sure," said Malady patiently, sliding a glance over to Nathaniel, who had sunk into a beanbag in the corner.  "We'll do blood next time, when he won't be around to faint."

"I won't faint!" came the rebuttal from the beanbag.  After some consideration: "I might puke a little, if it's gross.  But I won't faint."

Conrad relented, nodding.  "Close your eyes," he instructed to Malady, going in with the eyeliner next.

"Between the two, I'd say faint," said Sam, elbows propped on the back of the sofa, sock-feet kicking idly back and forth.  "One less thing to explain to the cleaning lady tomorrow, you know?"

Nathaniel scoffed, but took the jab with decent humor.  "Right, I'll pick that on purpose, then."

"Oh, hang on, credits are rolling," said Felicity, shuffling her way over to the laptop running the projector.  "Did we want to put on another one?"

"Nah," said Malady and Nethaniel at the same time, and a moment later they both cracked up.

"Well it's not even midnight, don't tell me you gus are tired yet," said Sam, her swinging feet going still as she frowned.  ". . . are you?"

"No," said Malady, "but I'm bored of Vincent Price now and if I eat any more popcorn I'm going to be the one puking."

Felicity slid around the side of the sofa, pointedly silent, but Sam watched her do it in amusement: she had a pretty good idea of what Felicity was about to suggest.

"You have an idea?" said Sam, offering the hook, and Felicity's smile turned smug.

"I have the board," she said, and now that it was out she may as well go on.  "My place is a bust half the time, and Mal's basement hasn't been the same since they put the new water heater in -- but we always have good luck here."

"Seance?  I'm game," said Conrad, and swore under his breath at the eyeliner.  Malady threw a thumbs-up over her head in agreement, not wanting to disturb him; along with Sam's approval, that seemed to decide it.

But then Felicity's smile widened from smug to clever.  "Seance, and," she said, and the four of them all turned her way in surprise.

"And?" Sam prompted, when no one else did.

"And. . . maybe a spell," said Felicity, "If you guys are down for it."

"Hang on a sec," Sam interceded, hearing the others making curious murmurs which would no doubt lead to the go-ahead if she said nothing.  "What kind of spell?  Where'd you find it?"

Felicity put a placating hand out.  "Don't worry about it, it's not anything crazy.  It's just a summoning spell.  You've done a few of Nightingale's, right?  The ones you said maybe had something to them?  This one's his too, and I figured we could give it a shot."

"And summon what?" said Nathaniel, not liking the sound of where this was going.

Felicity shrugged deliberately.  "Maybe nothing.  Maybe we get it wrong, or it doesn't work.  Or maybe. . . we summon a ghost."

"And if it goes wrong?  My parents will never let me hear the end of it," said Sam, "Why didn't you say anything about this last week when we were at yours -- ?"

"Because I didn't have it all worked out yet," said Felicity, "Besides, it's basically a seance anyways.  Every time we do those, it's all, inviting-the-dead-into-the-realm-of-the-living, right?  Same thing."

"It is so not the same thing," said Conrad, then added, "I'm still down, though."

"I'm also-still-down.  Unless you wanna wait until next week and we can make my house haunted instead.  My mom won't care, you know that."  Malady propped herself up as Conrad backed off her, swiping his setup back into the makeup bag.

Sam made a shrug of hesitation, but at that point it was an empty gesture.  Truth be told, she'd been looking for a summoning spell, on-and-off, for weeks.  She knew Nightingale's credibility, and even had a compilation of notes and surviving chapters of his books in her room; if there was a summoning ritual written down among his works, it would be authentic.

"Yeah, all right," she said at last, wondering what exactly would happen if they did manage to loose a ghost in the house.  At the very least, she could ask it nicely to terrorize her mother and not her; anything beyond that was conjecture.  "Sure.  We can do a summoning.  Who d'you have in mind?"

"A benign spirit," said Felicity, but Sam shook her head: there were no vagueries allowed now.  Still, Felicity insisted.  "One I’ve been kind of curious about, and one I don't think has ever actually hurt anyone."

"Like who?" Sam pressed, and finally Felicity relented with a long, overdramatic sigh.

"Fine.  It's the reason I went digging so hard to find this thing, anyways: I want to summon the Phantom of Amity Park."

- - - -

The ritual began, per tradition, at the stroke of midnight.  The rules -- at least, the version of them that had survived -- didn't mention said stroke being mandatory, but it was agreed that it coudn't hurt their chances, and the set-up left them only with a few minutes to spare, anyhow.  Considering the intricacy of some of Nightingale's other ghost rituals, this one seemed a cakewalk: a few candles, a few lines of chalk, maybe a bloodflower or two (they eschewed those, considering they were optional anyway and this ordeal was functionally spur-of-the-moment), a bit of Latin here and there.

And it was for the best that both of Sam's parents went to bed early.  Either one of them coming down to check on them now would have been a nightmare.

They each sat at the edge of the outermost circle drawn on the hardwood, palms down.  The projector had been shut down and the overhead lights killed; the only illumination now was the flickering of the candles on the floor.  The grandfather clock in the hall upstairs was keeping time for them, on the official side anyhow -- that was the kind of tolling you could hear from anywhere in the house, and seemed more definitive than the approximation of five phone clocks.

Any minute now, it would go off.

"Can I still chicken out?" said Nathaniel, although the others knew he wasn't going to.  He was allowed, of course, and had been the whole time -- but he said, usually after second-guessing himself, that he had to find out what happened, one way or the other, and he'd probably never live it down if he bailed now.

Felicity, by far the most patient, nodded slowly.  "Sure, you can.  If you really want to."

"But, should I?"

"Beats me," said Malady, "Bail or don't.  But make up your mind because once we get this thing going you won't have a choice anymore."

Nathaniel took his palms off the floor, almost made to swipe them clean on the side of his pants, reconsidered, put them back on the hardwood again.  The others had gotten serious all of a sudden -- did that mean things would get bad?  How bad, exactly?  Thinking too much about it was pointing his anxiety into a tailspin, but if he let it freefall he'd be a nervous wreck in no time.

Maybe he would end up fainting after all -- but at least that was something he could handle.

He was considering pulling his hands away yet again when the first chime of the clock upstairs echoed down to them, and just like that it was too late.  Whether he'd regret it or not -- he was really in it now.  He, along with the others, had been given the Latin; like Felicity had promised, it wasn't terribly difficult.

The chalk under their palms reacted with the first pass, as if volatile, erupting into spitting, hissing flames that raced around the periphery and enclosed the runes within.  Yellow faded to an ethereal, foggy white, emanating from five pairs of hands; with a second, third, fourth pass of the incantation they settled into a calmer ring on the hardwood floor.  Despite them, the room around them went cold as stone.

And by the fifth pass, the outline of the ghost was slowly becoming visible.  Wisps of white mist suggested hands, suggested feet, suggested hair, although the spirit's body was a black hole.  It hung, utterly motionless, in the air over the circle, and at last its eyes winked open one at a time.

"Holy shit," Felicity breathed, "This thing really works. . . "

The ghost wafted slightly lower, turning its gaze down and regarding the summoners in turn.  Aside from the eyes, which burned as two blindingly green circles, it did not appear to possess a face, or any other features at all.  Nonetheless, the impression it gave was, indisputably, that it was frowning.  When it spoke, its voice was a soundless echo.

(What do you want?)

"This was your idea," Malady whispered, nudging Felicity with the side of her foot, "You tell him."

Felicity refocused, still somewhat aghast that they had been successful at all.  "You're the Phantom of Amity Park," she said slowly, "You're. . . you're real, then."

(Yes) said the ghost, now swaying lightly back and forth within the confines of the circle, as if testing its limits.  Its unblinking eyes were locked on Felicity, betraying nothing.

"And you wander," said Malady, regretting it instantly as the ghost's eyes slid across its shadowed surface to face her.  She shied back slightly, but kept her hands planted on the circle before her.  "I mean, you get around. . . more than a lot of people. . . "

The mist that comprised the spirit's extremities seemed to draw slightly inward.  (Yes) it said again, and, sensing the immediate question: (No grave, I think)

"Then what are you looking for?" said Felicity, and Malady was thankful for it.  "You must be looking for something, if you get around so much, right?"

The ghost considered the question, but declined to give an answer.  Instead, it asked: (Why?  Are you going to find it for me?)

"Well -- " Felicity started, but Sam cut her off.

"Don't.  If you say yes he's going to hold you to it."

"I was going to say maybe," said Felicity, "I know how this works, I'm not dumb."

"You're not," said Conrad, and Felicity was about to thank him for it when she realized he was focusing on the ghost.  "You're not looking for anything, are you?  That's not why you linger."

The ghost said nothing.

Conrad didn't let it off the hook.  "Is it?"

(No.  It's not) said the ghost reluctantly, and shifted in place, drawing the vague shapes of its hands closer together.  The chill that had settled over the room deepened an extra degree.

"Then why do you linger?" said Malady carefully, and when the ghost rounded on her this time it was bristling.

(Do you care?  Do you have to?) said the ghost, and Sam shot Malady a warning look: it wasn't angry yet, at least not outwardly -- best not to upset it.

But, damn her, Malady pressed: "Well, they’ve only been sighting you for a couple of months, I think -- we were curious."

(Don't be) snapped the ghost, its eyes crackling momentarily as two circles of green-tinted static.  Its body seemed to radiate it as well, an almost-tangible feeling in the air like a static charge.

"Mal, quit it, don't piss him off," Sam hissed through her teeth, but found herself freezing up when the ghost turned its gaze on her.  For a long moment it said nothing, only stared, unblinking, and she swore she could hear the ceaseless, featherlight whispers rolling off it like mist.

Then it seemed to regard them as a collective again.  (What more do you want?)

"We want to know what you're after," said Malady, this time fully ignoring the daggers that Sam was glaring in her direction.  "Or how come you don't vanish when someone sees you, or. . . "

(Don't) said the ghost, and the static was back again in its eyes.  It wasn’t just a feeling this time -- the shape under its veil of fog was hissing now, soft but unmistakable, and the whiteflame chalk began to buzz under five sets of fingers, out-of-tune like a CRT monitor.  (Don't ask questions you don't want to find out the answers to)

"It's not just that," Conrad murmured, "There's a lot of stuff that doesn't add up.  You don't have a haunt, you're not trying to close any wounds, you won't -- "

The ghost growled, and along with it came the certainty that, somewhere under the veneer of shadows it wore, its teeth were baring in a snarl.  (Stop it) it demanded, but Conrad saw the desperation in it, which meant he was right.

"You don't have a story," he said, which was perhaps the most glaring flaw of all.  Every ghost had a widely-accepted story behind it -- although the accuracy of any given one was up for debate -- but the Phantom had none, at least none that had gotten around yet.  Aside from a scattering of sightings, the Phantom of Amity Park was little more than a rumor.

Or, rather, it had been until now.

"Phantom," said Sam, knowing it was going to be asked regardless, and deciding that she could at least apply some tact to the question, "You do have a story, don't you?  Or at least a name?"

(Yes) said the phantom, but it was through a strained hiss of static.  The stringing wisps of fog at its sides made its hands seem long and angular, almost too much so; the distortion would not leave its voice now, no matter the manner in which it spoke.  (I don't want to do this.  I don't want to be here.  If you won't let me go. . . )

"You won't hurt us," said Felicity, but the hesitation that followed was damning.  Still, she held her ground.  "You can't.  The summoning ritual's got a binding element woven in.  You can't harm us unless we tell you to."

(No?) said the ghost, its hands seeming sharper now, almost clawed.  It was bluffing -- surely, it was bluffing, it had to be.  But if not. . .   (You're sure?  Don't you remember how many other rules I've broken?)

"I'm sure," said Felicity, knowing that it was too late to back down.  "And until we release you, you can't disobey us."

"Don't test him like that," Nathaniel whispered, the first thing he'd said since the clock had struck twelve.  Felicity looked over at him: his face was pale and waxy-looking, his hands trembling in place although he refused to take them off the chalk circle.  He was taking deliberate deep breaths, trying to keep himself calm; it seemed to be only half working.  "Don't test him, don't piss him off, what if we did what he wants, what if we let him go?"

"What, and watch him bite our heads off?  If we release him now, he can do whatever the hell he wants, remember?  Shit."  Felicity frowned, eyes darting from one side of the room to the other thinking to piece together a solution.  If she'd have thought further ahead, this scenario might have seemed worth considering -- but she'd convinced herself, and subsequently the others, that the phantom was harmless, probably a lesser spirit.  An odd one, sure, but ultimately benign. . .

"Wait a sec, wait a sec," Sam shifted up a little, repositioning her knees under her.  The static at her fingertips was fading slowly to numbness; she wondered if the phantom could hear her heartbeat racing.  Probably.  Still, she forced herself to hold its irradiated gaze.  "Phantom: if we release you now, you won't hurt us.  Right?  Or do we have to command it?"

The phantom loomed over her, its head tilting back and forth, considering her.  It floated down, tucking up its feet to remain airborne, until they were almost level.  Behind the shadows, its arms were thin and gangling; the fingers it reached out were decorated with faint lichtenburg arcs yet made of nothing at all.  (I won't hurt you.  I promise) it whispered, and the hand closed, offering only the suggestion of its little finger.

It did not even cross Sam's mind that the move could be in deceit, tricking her into taking one hand off the chalk in order to give it her little finger in return.  The gesture was fully automatic: by the time she even realized that she'd done it, her hand was shrouded in the mist that fed the ghost's form and the only sensation she could process was a buzzing hum like a battery's charge.  There was no solid, tangible hand for her to touch -- but there was no question that the pinky swear had been completed.

And slowly, the distorted static hiss began to fade.  The ring of ghostfire went out in a choked puff! of grey smoke.  The ghost enveloped itself in shadow, dispelling a moment later like the twist of the tuner dispels the voice on the radio.  The flickering of the candles subsided, stilling the dancing shadows on the walls.

Just like that, the ghost was gone.

"Sam?" Felicity whispered, "What did it tell you?  Just now?"

Sam looked over, still buzzing.  "You didn't hear it?"  Felicity shook her head: Sam considered, but only briefly.  Then she sat back, making a decent effort at a casual shrug.

"He said to leave him alone, or else."

- - - -

It was almost twelve-thirty when Danny got home.  It wasn't far, and he sailed over late-night rooftops and lawns without even noticing the cold, drifting in through his bedroom window and landing in a pool of silvery moonlight splayed across his bed.  He floated there, comprised of invisible shadow, and tried to get the unease out of his mind.

He'd been summoned?

Since when could anybody do that?

He should have been more careful.  He knew by now that matters of death weren't terribly forgiving; the learning curve was steep and offered few second chances.  Every time he was beginning to think he'd gained decent control over his abilities, something like this would come up and smack him in the face.

Two months, he'd been dead -- when were things supposed to get easier?  They were, eventually, right?

Danny took a deep breath, hating how it felt, and hating that he hated it, and wrenched himself back to life.  The sudden, jarring kickstart of his heart, the spark of warmth that was so alien to his ghost form -- even the everpresent facts of life surprised him, after their absence.  That was the ghost's doing, too, no doubt.  He was sure that he'd never get used to that thing, not completely.

Or at least he'd never trust it.

But he had to find out everything about it in order to get better control.  And now, apparently, he was gaining a little more notice from the living in Amity Park, enough at least for Sam and her goth friends to (somehow? he wasn't sure on the how) conjure him point-blank in her house.  And if she could do it -- who else could?

He should count himself lucky that the crash-course came like this, he supposed.  In a familiar place, by his best friend (although accompanied by the once-removed crowd, names and drama which he generally only heard during lunch-hour gripes), with no solidly ill intent -- that was just about as easy as it got, wasn't it?

But that wasn't what sat ill with him.  One of Sam's friends -- the long-haired one -- had told him outright: the rules of the spell dictated that he couldn't hurt them.  He hadn't wanted to do that, only scare them a little if it made them leave him alone, but he didn't like that she was right.

He'd tried to defy them outright, finding that he just. . . couldn't.  Was that yet-another thing he had to learn how to do?  Worse: was that something he would be saddled with if someone ever did another one of those rituals?  Someone worse, someone who could order him to hurt somebody or. . .

Danny didn't want to think of it.

What if he asked Sam about it, then?  Over lunch or a movie or something, maybe, once he had a straightened-out line of questions to pursue, and so long as he could be sure that she couldn't guess it had to do with that Phantom business.  Now in his room, under less stress and thinking a little better, he supposed he should have handled the ordeal more gently.

But, jesus, being grilled about his own ghostly details was bad enough -- being constricted to the truth, on top of that?   He may as well tell the whole damn town about it.

What if he did tell Sam, though?  Just her -- well, her and Tuck.  If she knew a bonafide ghost summoning ritual, or had friends that did, then she must also know a decent amount that could help him, or at least give him a little bit of a break?

No, he'd decided weeks ago that he couldn't do that.  If he told her and Tuck, he'd have to tell Jazz, he'd have to tell his parents -- and that was where the real problems would crop up.  How was he supposed to explain being dead, but not really, only sometimes, usually when he wanted to but also still by accident, when he didn't even begin to understand it himself?

No, he couldn't tell them, or Jazz. . . or Sam and Tuck.

Even though he was having a hell of a time on his own.

He hadn't meant to slip up, really he hadn't.  Static distortion was, as far as he was concerned, an entirely involuntary function, alongside the chill that even followed him into human form if it decided he wasn't having a terrible enough day.  He was trying his damnedest. . .

. . . but he'd scared each and every one of them just by being there.  Even before any of them had begun to pry, they'd been afraid of him.  There was no hiding it in the way they looked at him (which went double for the rail-thin one, who looked like he'd been trying not to cry the entire time), no disguising the way they flinched just a little every time he spoke.

But, the ghost had delighted in it.  Scare them as much as you want, it whispered, it's good for 'em.

And Danny, scrambling to keep himself together, had let it.

He wanted to apologize to Sam.  He owed her one, even though she wouldn't have the faintest clue where it was coming from.  He thought, somewhat sardonically, that she wouldn't even bat an eye; she teased him sometimes that his knee-jerk reaction was sorry, so she wouldn't think twice about another one that came out of the blue.

But still.

He reached over, pulling open the drawer in his bedside table where he kept his phone.  By now, it was almost one in the morning.  Thank fuck for weekends, otherwise school would have been shaping up to be a proper pain in the ass.

There was a text waiting for him: from Sam, fifteen minutes ago.

He swiped it open: can we hit nb tomorrow ? no tuck. smth went down tonight

Danny stared down at it, in fierce conflict with himself.  He thought of the inevitable disbelief, of having to prove it to her in secret; he thought of having to tell Tuck, because it wouldn't be fair to him otherwise; he thought of the past two hellish months, and of every month after being just as hellish; he thought of what would happen if he solidly, irreversibly lost a fight; he thought of being dragged into another summoning circle, helmed by someone he'd never heard of but who had heard of him; he thought of what his mother would say when she found out her own son had died right under her nose.  He thought of what he'd have to say when Sam told him what had happened.  He thought of sitting there, pretending that he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, nodding along while she lied about how scared she'd been.

Was this really suppsed to be better?

But indecision would get him nowhere.  The longer he sat there, exuding a cold, hollow mist without even realizing it, the more his internal conflict receded.  The last of it swept out like the tide, leaving him not with certainty or sureness -- but at least leaving him with a course of action.

The phone in his hand had gone dark.  He swiped it open again, took a deep breath, knowing that, one way or another, this was going to turn everything on its head.  He texted Sam back, his thumb hesitating for a moment before finally hitting send:

i know. ill see u at nb 🤙

[notasapleasure]

OTP meme: Jerott/Danny bandverse?

Yay, thanks! Tried not to base my answers on yours lol, but in general I agree XD

Which one is more fond of scary movies: Danny! Popcorn crunches through the tensest/grossest scenes with a feral grin.

Which one gets the most excited about Halloween: Also Danny – costumes! Parties! Getting to make Jerott dress up as some kind of sexy ghoul!

Which one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse: I think both of them could kick the apocalypse’s arse, frankly.

Which one would literally kill for the other: Both, if need be – but I think Jerott would be surprised at how quickly Danny would commit if it came down to that. Danny knows without a doubt that if GRM escaped from jail, they would be ready and willing to take that fucker out if he came anywhere near Jerott again.

Which one likes to scare or startle the other: I think Jerott has a silly side that likes to sneak up on Danny while they’re cooking or something, because Danny’s usually so unflappable, but Jerott has opportunities to cause flapping that no one else does. And Danny’s so cute when they squeak and jump in Jerott’s arms >:3

Which one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked: Well, per the previous question, I think Danny. Jerott claims not to get 'spooked' - the rats in the Paris metro are legitimately gross, Danny, not cute!

Which one always puts on a brave face: Both, in different ways. Both are used to hiding things about themselves/negotiating society’s assumptions, and they can both do a resting bitch face that would turn you to stone.

Which one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent: Depends, but unarmed, out of nowhere, probably Jerott, who’s a seasoned brawler – Danny is more a ‘hide behind my seven-foot drag queen friends and yell taunts’ kind of fighter. (shooting GRM in the face is a different matter, should it be necessary)

Which one would be more likely to commit a crime: I think both have committed a fair few in the various countries they’ve lived/travelled in. Danny would be most level-headed about it, whether it was something minor or a body needed hiding; Jerott would act in a rash way and then freak out.

Which one believes in ghosts: Both, in certain ways. Jerott’s are powered by guilt, while Danny has a fairly open approach to spiritual matters, like you described for r63 Danny, Kay.

Which one likes to watch spooky shows on television: I think they probably start watching ‘real life’ hauntings/ghost hunters with a huge amount of scepticism, expecting to make fun, but then they each get drawn in by how ‘realistic’ it is and end up clinging to each other with the jump scares. If they watch TXF together it always ends with Jerott saying how sensible Scully is and Danny doing the whole mocking thing about how can she not Believe when she’s seen so much spooky shit? In reality, they're both Mulders anyway, Jerott just feels he needs to defence Science because of his dad/alternative career option.

Which one would propose the idea of holding a seance: Danny, for the aesthetic/because a friend who’s a medium needs a venue. Like the TV shows, they might start off sceptical but end up impressed by the experience.

Which one has nightmares more often: Jerott’s are more…narrative. And memorable. Danny probably has lingering unease that surfaces in their dreams, but not like the kind of wake-up-sweating-I-thought-Gabriel-was-sitting-on-my-face kind of dreams Jerott has.

Which one would want to explore a real haunted house: Jerott, to prove Danny wrong. He ends up shrieking, Shaggy from Scooby-doo style, and jumping into Danny’s arms. Danny never ever lets him live it down.

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

pyro and avalanche!

You know me too well.

Which one is more fond of scary movies: Avalanche. Pyro enjoys some of the gothic-style ghost or vampire movies, or anything with a good story, but gets annoyed by slashers or anything that he perceives as a "brainless gore fest." Avalanche is willing to watch any horror movie, and will just laugh at it if it's bad. He's more interested in being scared, Pyro wants style.

Which one gets the most excited about Halloween: Hmm....from what I've read online (assuming that's accurate), Halloween isn't really a big deal in Australia, and isn't really celebrated at all in Greece, outside of influence by expats and tourists. And Trick or Treating is a recent thing in Australia and wasn't really a custom before, so I headcanon that Pyro never did it as a child. But I think they both enjoy the costumes, because Pyro loves an excuse for a flashy outfit (he inevitably finds the "sexy" costume option, even if he personally has to a cut a deep V-neck into whatever he is wearing), and Avalanche is reminded of Apokries, the Greek festival season leading up to Lent. I think Avalanche likes handing out candy to kids. He spent so many years as a terrorist, it makes him feel good to do some small, nice thing for kids (especially something easy with no personal sacrifice on his part).

Which one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse: Avalanche, because he knows how to garden, and growing your own food is a big step forward for survival. He could also easily bury himself far below the earth if the apocalypse came in the form of a nuclear strike.

Which one would literally kill for the other: Both are equally likely to do that. They are basically Homer here:

Which one likes to scare or startle the other: I'm gonna say neither, actually. They are both violent dudes who have been through enough shit to probably have some kind of PTSD, they don't do that to each other. Both out of respect, and for the practical reason that they don't want to burn or shake their house down.

Which one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked: Pyro pretends to be scared as an excuse to snuggle in close.

Which one always puts on a brave face: Avalanche is very stoic.

Which one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent: Both, really. I sometimes think Pyro tends to be a bit more vicious, but they are both criminal assholes and murderers with very dangerous powers.

Which one would be more likely to commit a crime: Boooooooth! They love crime! They'll get mad if one person commits crimes without the other, it's worse than cheating to them.

Which one believes in ghosts: Pyro. Or at least he really wants to believe. Gothic romance novelist loves the aesthetic of wandering around a haunted manor or possibly castle.

Which one likes to watch spooky show on television: If it's something like Haunting of Hill House, or any Mike Flanagan show with a lot of drama along with the scares, or campy fun like American Horror Story, then Pyro. Avalanche likes making fun of ghost hunter shows.

Which one would propose the idea of holding a seance: Also Pyro. It sounds "romantic" to him, and he wants to talk to a ghost. Especially if that ghost has an interesting story that he can turn into a best-selling novel.

Which one has nightmares more often: I'm gonna say Avalanche here, just because he seems so stoic and serious. Pyro will talk about stuff more openly, which is kind of a release, Avalanche bottles things up and it leads to nightmares.

Which one would want to explore a real haunted house: Pyro! Again, the whole aesthetic, and the possibility of actually meeting a real ghost, or at least having some kind of spooky encounter. Avalanche is mostly bored, and has practical explanations for all the cold spots and creaking floors. But he'll go along with it for the promise of having sex in a haunted house, because Pyro would absolutely want to do that.

[the-haunted-office]

Doomsday feels ridiculously proud that she's left such an impression on Pete - despite the fact that she wasn't exactly expecting to be seeing him again either, especially under such serendipitous circumstances. Why, it's almost as if some gods somewhere had ordained this to be! Destiny and all that.

She listens with immense amusement as Pete and Lester go back and forth about her identity and prior meeting between her and Pete.

"Ah, no, correction - I didn't threaten to take your soul. I gave you the choice between handing over the drugs or your soul, and you gave me permission to take it - which I then proceeded to NOT do, if you'll recall," the ghost snarkily corrects. "Also how do you know my name isn't Conor? Can't a girl have more than one name? Bit rude and presumptuous of you, isn't it? Anyway- Wait, did you way a world-destroying AI?"

She's too busy being astonished to notice that Pete is glaring at her, although it wouldn't matter much even if she did notice, except she'd be grinning at him right now rather than just standing there with her eye sockets wide open and her eyes glowing brighter in interest.

Quietly, expecting there to be further explanation, she returns Pete's handshake, not gripping too hard but not too loosely either. She turns her attention over to Lester when he starts speaking.

"Oh, us? No petty argument at all, sir! It's all a big silly thing. See, boss guy and some of his people were off doing drugs in some warehouse somewhere. I happened upon them, thought they were doing a seance, and thought I'd have a spot of fun with them, that's all. I popped out of the ground and gave them all a big show, no harm done. Look, if you're gonna complain about it," she says, looking at Pete when she says the next bit, "at least come at it from my perspective, all right? I'm dead. I've been dead a good while, and suffice to say things get pretty boring after a while. What's a ghoul to do? The most fun you can have being dead is scaring the crap out of living folks, stoned or not. All jokes aside, there's no way I'd even be able to hurt you - unless you're such a piece of shit my living counterpart hates you, and you haven't met those standards yet. So!" She looks back to Lester, smiling. "A heist! A world-destroying AI! Here I was thinking we'd be like, robbing a train or breaking into a vault or something. What's up with this, then?"

@crim-crim-crim

( @crim-crim-crim - In reply to your open starter!)

About an hour before Doom came to be standing in the presence of Pete for a second time, the ghost happened across some dude named Conor McCleery, whom she overheard mumbling about meeting with "Lester" for a "heist". That was entirely too exciting for her to ignore, so she pulled Conor into a closet as soon he walked by, her glowing eyes being the only light source, got a scream or two or three or a thousand out of him, she can't remember, she lost count, in fact it might have been one long continuous scream, but either way, he screamed and she demanded to know who Lester was and where to find them. That is literally all she needed. Information obtained, she then grinned at the poor guy and then proceeded to tie up his arms and legs with zip ties and duct tape his mouth shut.

Patting him on the head, she said, "Thanks, Con! Don't worry, this particular closet happens to be the janitor's closet. It's about noon now, but they'll be here around 6:00 in the evening to get their cleaning supplies, and, well, I'm sure they'll cut you loose then. Toodle-oo!"

And with that, the cackling ghost zoomed out of there and straight over to where she was told Conor would be meeting Lester.

She doesn't even bother trying to change her look to disguise herself as Conor as she strolls on up to the meeting place, waving over at who she presumes to be Lester - who knows, she thinks that's them, at least based on Conor's description.

"Heyyy, Lester! My dude! I'm here for the heist! Oh, am I supposed to keep that on the down low? Hehe," she chuckles, ducking her head in faux concern as she approaches, twirling what appears to be a cane... or a miniature scythe... in one hand.

Although she looks nothing like Conor, she did at least have the sense to cover her empty glowing eye sockets with the sunglasses that were gifted to her. Apart from that she is wearing her favorite pinstripe suit, the black one with the silver pinstripes, and her big black boots with it.

She stops twirling her scythe/cane and adjusts her tie as she approaches, giving a mischievous grin that could mean just about anything.

When she is led into the room, her ever-present grin turns even more mischievous. And sharp.

"Eyyyyy, boss dude! Fancy meeting you here! Look, no hard feelings about before, eh? Ghoul's gotta do what a ghoul's gotta do, and speaking of which! I'm just the ghoul for this job! I mean girl - I'm just the girl for this job. What do you say? Partners?" she says a little too giddily, holding out her hand for him to shake.

[incendiobrock]

The Demon Within {Colby Brock}

Request: umm colby brock as a demon you let into your home on accident i.e; ouija board or seance, and how his interactions with the reader would be. (im not saying i find demon!colby hot but yes i am.)love your stories btw!! <3

Warnings: cussing, demonic possession, violence

A/N: I’m so sorry for the long wait on this imagine. I finally finished up with my school semester so I will try and get back on top of writing and finishing up my last couple requests. I didn’t proofread this because I figured the wait was already long enough. Enjoy!

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It was just a normal day at your boyfriend Colby’s house. You had decided to spend the night because Colby had been messaging you nonstop about weird paranormal things happening around the house, especially in his room. You figured he was just on edge due to all the recent ghost trips him and Sam had been going on.

The Conjuring house in particular really fucked with him. He had dreams almost every night about being down there in that dark, cold basement, all alone. He would tell you that in the dream there would always be a tall humanoid figure walking slowly towards him, making the music box go crazy, but no matter how much he tried to escape he wouldn’t be able to move.

Although you believed it was all just his imagination due to the pure horror he felt that night, you were still super worried about him and never told him anything to invalidate his concerns regarding his situation. He was convinced that something strange was going on at the Sam and Colby house. He had told you that he would hear footsteps when he was the only one there. He said that he would place something down in his bedroom and swore that if he left and came back it would be in a completely different spot. But worst of all, he was convinced that the entity he would see in his dreams, would also be at the foot of his bed for a few seconds right when he would wake up.

So you agreed to go and stay the night at his place, hoping that your presence would calm Colby’s nerves and allow for him to get a peaceful nights rest, without experiencing anything paranormal. You had no idea that your plans for a peaceful night would go to absolute shit. You had both fallen asleep around 11:30 and Colby seemed visibly less anxious thanks to you. Nothing had happened leading up to your sleep and you were both passed out.

You felt some shuffling at your side which woke you up slightly but it wasn’t abnormal for Colby to move around a lot in his sleep. As you started to drift off again you heard slight mumbles coming from Colby. His head was kept flip flopping side to side on the pillow as he continued to speak. You couldn’t make out what he was saying but once your eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room you could see how scared he looked. You were about to wake him up when he shot upwards, sitting straight up in bed. Sweat was glistening on his forehead and his hair looked damp. “Hey, babe it’s okay. It was just a dream. I’m right here.” You spoke gently to him, rubbing circles on his back.

“What time is it?” He asked, his voice raspy. You pulled your phone off the side table, flipping it around to look at the time. You hit the power button, turning the screen towards his face. “Fuck, it’s 3:33… again.” He was clearly frustrated and you couldn’t blame him. Suddenly, he pushed his legs off the side of the bed, getting up and pacing the room. “Colby, baby, what do you want to do?” You asked him, watching as he continued to pace.

“Don’t hate me, but I think we should do a seance. Maybe we can figure out who or what is doing this to me and then it will finally stop.” He stated, clearing the table in front of his sofa, revealing the xplr Ouija board which he normally just used as a centerpiece. You got up and walked over to him, taking hold of his shoulder, causing him to face you. “I don’t know if that’s a very good idea... I mean it’s already devils hour. Do you really think that messing with a Ouija board right now is a good idea?” You asked him calmly.  

Colby didn’t respond to your question. You knew he wasn’t doing it be be rude, he was just dead set on trying to figure out the recent hauntings. You sighed, taking a seat next to him as he finished lighting a couple candles around the board. “You’re lucky I love you.” You giggled, placing two of your fingers on the planchette. Colby smiled over at you, scooting his body as close to yours as he could, he knew you get scared easily.

“My name is Colby, and I am here with my lovely y/n. We are reaching out to contact whoever or whatever has been haunting my house as of recently. You’re not allowed to touch either of us, but you are allowed to communicate with us with this ouija board.” Colby said out loud. He began to ask if anything was there, or if anything wanted to communicate, and nothing ever moved the planchette.

After about twenty minutes of pure silence from the board, you both said goodbye and Colby felt even more hopeless than he did before. He rubbed his hands down his face, keeping his head held in hands as he continued breathing slowly. “I’m sorry babe” You said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, slightly rubbing it.

“I want to do the Estes method.” He said, breaking the silence that was filling the room. You reluctantly agreed yet again. Whatever the “thing” was that was here had practically been tormenting your poor boyfriend. It had been showing itself for weeks and as soon as you try and figure out what it is you get nothing.

You knew that the Estes method always seemed to take a toll of Colby’s mental and physical health. You’ve watched the videos he has shown you and felt shattered seeing how pained his face was anytime he would listen to the obnoxious noise of the spirit box.

As Colby placed the noise canceling headphones on right next to you on the couch, you felt your heartbreak even more. Seeing his reaction to the spirit box in person was a whole new level of feeling shattered. After a couple minutes of silence, you had finally pulled yourself together to ask the first question.

“What have we been talking to these past few weeks?” You asked.

“The devil.” Colby immediately responding, slightly yelling due to him not being able to hear his own volume. Chills shot through your body at the instant response.

“Did you follow Colby home from the Conjuring house?” You decided to ask.

“Yes. Attached.” Colby spoke again.

“You’re attached to Colby?” You questioned, wanting to make sure if that’s what it meant by attached.

“Almost.” Colby said instantaneously.

You felt short of breath, fear taking over your whole body.

“I have one more step!” Colby yelled, still under the influence of the spirit boxes frequencies. Your eyes shot up to Colby, you hadn’t even asked anything and the entity still spoke?

“Devil! I’m here!” Colby shouted again, without any questions being asked on your end. You were at a loss for words.

“I’m done.” Colby said, but a lot quieter than before. He immediately took off the headphones, setting them on the coffee table in front of him.

“Oh thank god, are you alright? That was so fucking scary I have goosebumps all over my damn body.” You said, feeling concerned about him stopping so abruptly. His eyes remained straight forward, no emotion appearing on his face. You figured he was just in shock so you spoke up once more, “When I asked anything you would immediately respond, and it always made sense context wise. B-but then at the end… You were just sort of talking. I didn’t say anything and you were still speaking like I was asking you questions. I was about to get you out of it but then you stopped and-“

Colby’s head whipped to face you, his eyes throwing daggers into your soul. The normal icy blue color, that you loved so so much, were now completely black. You gulped, scooting closer to Colby, leaning your head onto his shoulder. He was probably just upset that nothing had changed.

As soon as your head had made contact on his shoulder he shot up off the couch, still not speaking to you. He walked off towards the wall length mirror that was placed by the closet, standing right in front of it. You immediately shot up too, following him to his side, “I’m sorry it didn’t work baby. Are you upset with me? Maybe I can try and go under and you could ask the questions now?” You asked, looking up at him as he remained looking in the mirror.

Still, without a word, his hand forcefully wrapped around your neck as he shoved your back into the mirror, pinning your body between him and the cold surface. “C-Colby!” You choked out, trying to reach a hand up and alert him that his grip around your neck was way too tight.

As you struggled to take hold of his strong hand around your neck he continued to squeeze it tighter and tighter, bringing his lips close to your ear. You could practically feel it touching your ear as he finally spoke, “Can you please just shut the fuck up.” But it wasn’t a question he was asking, he was demanding.

You gasped for air, your face turning red. You felt the coolness of his rings pressing deep into the skin of your neck. He finally let go, causing you to stumble forward. “What the fuck was that?!” You yelled at him. Colby would never lay a hand on you. He didn’t respond. He didn’t even look in your direction. “Colby?!” You yelled again, desperate for some sort of answer.

“I’m not Colby.” He finally said.

“You’re not Colby…” Sarcasm written all over you voice. What game was he trying to pull.

“I’m the devil.” He spoke again, finally facing you. His eyes were still as black as the night sky, no life escaping through them. You felt like you were gazing into a black hole. His tall body sauntered over to you. Normally, you never really took notice of the height difference between you two but in this moment his height felt extremely forbidding.

“Okay, that’s enough it’s not funny.” You were getting irritated with his act. It was already extremely late and honestly you were exhausted. You wanted to forget about the whole demon catching thing and just go back to bed, snuggle up in your boyfriend’s arms. 

You continued to watch Colby, starring deep into his soulless eyes. Then suddenly, the turned a blood red. Okay, so he wasn’t kidding about being the devil... He quickly ran towards you, tackling your body to the ground, pinning your arms above your head. You legs flailed beneath him, screams echoing through the room as you called for Sam who was just down the hall.

“Sam! Sam! Help me!” You cried, your voice cracking from the high intensity of your yells. Colby’s moved your wrist into one of his hands, shoving them hard into the wooden floorboards. His other hand stealthily slapped over your mouth, trying to hush your cries. “Be quiet darling, I won’t hurt you.” His voice came out as a whisper. Tears streamed down your face, your legs still swinging beneath you, banging the floor.

Any noise that you could make was a good thing. After what felt like ages Sam bust through the double doors of the bedroom. “Holy shit! Colby!” Sam yelled, running over to your rescue. Sam practically threw Colby’s body off you, making him smack the ground due to the force of the push. Colby’s eyes remained red, now glaring at Sam. “He’s possessed! Help me tie him to the chair or something!” You said as fast as you could, just wishing for this all to be over.

Sam nodded, using all his might to force Colby onto the office chair. You swung open the drawers from the dresser, rummaging through all the miscellaneous shit that was kept within. You finally pulled out what you had been looking for, zip ties. You tossed them over to Sam, allowing him to tightly tie Colby’s arms to the arm rests, then doing the same to his feet. 

“Go grab me the book that I have in my room! It’s in the xplr backpack we use for filming, please hurry!” Sam said to you. You did what he said, frantically digging through the bag to find it. You brought it back and watched as he flipped through the pages.

“I got this on the last trip we took. It’s like an exorcism book, I have no idea how to do this but I figured this is our best bet.” Sam told you, finally landing on a page. Colby yanked and pulled as hard as he could, trying to free himself from the restraints. His mouth began to foam at the sides and you felt your stomach churn. Everything that you had seen happen in all the scary movies was happening right in your bedroom, to the one boy that you had ever truly loved. You prayed to everything that Sam’s prayer would work to free Colby from this demon inside. 

“Saint Michael the Archangel, defund us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil; May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls. Amen!” Sam preached, yelling the pray straight at the devil taking form of your boyfriend. 

Colby’s head dropped down, his whole body going limp. You ran towards him, dropping to your knees so you were level with his body. You raised his head up, brushing his dark hair out of his face. His eyes were shut and his lips were parted ever so slightly, it looked as though he was sleeping.

“Colby? Baby, can you hear me?” You asked softly. His eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing the normal color that they always were. He looked at you confused, with the dimmest sparkle, the look of innocence playing on all of his features. “Oh thank god!” You said, standing up and going to grab scissors. You cut Colby free from the restraints, wrapping him into a tight hug which he reciprocated despite the confusion. “What happened?” He asked, looking towards Sam as you remained wrapped around his body.

“You were possessed, I had to perform a seance on you bro. Are you alright?” Sam asked, coming closer to the two of you. You pulled away from the hug, telling Colby what happened. “I don’t know how but you got possessed when we finished up with the estes method. You were acting all weird and your eyes were black, and then you started to choke me. Your eyes turned all red and you tackled me to floor, I yelled for Sam and thank god you’re okay. I was so worried.” 

“What? I did all of that? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” Colby asked, a hundred questions leaving his mouth. 

“I’m fine, I’m just glad you’re okay. That was the scariest moment of my life, you better stop fucking around with the paranormal stuff for awhile I seriously thought that I had lost you forever.” You said, your eyes tearing up slightly as you realized how truly scared you were. Colby took you into his arms again, rocking you side to side.

“I’m so so sorry. I promise I won’t mess with anything for awhile. I love you so much.” He said, placing a few long kisses to the top of your forehead. You only wished that he actually meant what he said. You couldn’t imagine a world without him in it.

[earthlynnlp]

Mods List: Occult Stuff

A list of mods that I use in my game. These are mods to expand on the various occults in the game from vampires, to ghosts, to mermaids, to spellcasters.

Updated for the July 2023 🐴 Patch!

Things marked with a ⭐ you need to download an update to be compatible.

Things marked with a ⚡️ are possibly broken and are not currently compatible according to Better Exceptions.

Things marked with a ✨ are new to the list since the last patch.

General

⚡️ Occult Hybrid Unlocker & Stabilizer - If you use Zero’s Immersive Vampires be sure and install the overrides in this mod to make it compatible.

Random Occult Ley Lines - Allows the increased chance of a random occult to be born, there are also individual ones for mermaids, aliens, and witches. (Requires Trait Tracker Injector)

Occult Holiday Traditions - Okay to use but not working perfectly.

Occult Toddler Quirks

Psychic Sims + Psychic Connections

More Dormant Occult Traits - (Requires Trait Tracker Injector)

Fairies Vs Witches + Animated Wings - Adds fully fledged fairies and witches to the Sims. I do have a custom edited venues mod my Venues Changes and Go To School mod compatible with this one. They are not compatible as is.

Occult Recipebook

Occult Socials - Adds show teeth to vampires and werewolves, and rub belly to werewolves.

Supernatural Traits

Occult Lore & Order

Ghosts

Spiritualist Seance - Must have ghosts for this event.

Possessed Grounds Lot Challenge

Paranormal Holiday Traditions

Haunted Locations Lot Trait

Happy Haunts Graveyard Mod - A Sims style friendly reworking of the death system.

Séance Animation Fix

Servos

Three Traits for Servos - Make them more like the unemotional automatons they are.

Servos Auto Download Enhancement Data

Better Party Machine Servos

No Gross Servos

No More Fleshy Servos - Bug Fix

Servo Auto Repair Module

More Servo Colors

Servo Auto Charger

Scared Buff Fix for Servos

Aliens

Alien Bloodlines

Alien Landing Zone Lot Trait

UFO Hot Spot Lot Challenge

Alien Discovery Tweak - Aliens will only be discovered when they are undisguised.

Enhanced Aliens Mod - Adds a new brain motive (like vampires need blood) that they can utilize when doing various Alien interactions (mind control, analyzing Sims, transmuting metals, reviving dead alien pets). 

Mermaids

Mermaid Bloodlines

Expanded Mermaids - Really fleshes out mermaids, giving them powers and abilities. 2.0 Now adds mermaid children!

Merfolk Cove Lot Trait

Mermaid Motive Tweak

⚡️ Three Mermaid Aspirations - For some reason the individual aspirations don’t throw errors but the merged one does, be aware.

Mermaid Power: Cryogenesis

More Powerful Siren’s Songs - Please read the text of this mod.

Full Weather Control for Mermaids

Mermaid Transformation Animation Replacement

Mermaids Can Use Dock Ladders

Vampires

Vampire Bloodlines

Vampire Initiation Ritual

Death Before Turning

Dracula Aspiration

Bloody Party Event

Vampire Pass Out Animation Replacement

Evil Sims Don’t React to Vampire Drink

Scared By Vampires

Scared Snacks

Mind Power, Burst of Fear Fix

Emotional Dampening Vampire Fix

Vampire Slayer Mod

Immersive Vampires

More Drinks For Vampires

Vampires Auto Drink Plasma Fruit

Occult Activities - Witches + Vampires - Go Hunting and Coven Gathering as rabbit hole events for Vampires.

Bloody Vampire Bites and Wounds 

Tasty Sim Mark - Adds a bit on the relationship panel to show which Sim was particularly tasty for your vampire.

Heart Fruit Tree - Edible heart fruit for vampires that can be grown and harvested.

Vampire Food Set - Set of foods that can optionally be gross for humans to eat depending on which set you get. It’s bloody food, ya’ll. (Requires Custom Food Interactions)

Vampire Age Traits

More Vampire Powers

Vampire Tweaks

Magic for Vampires

Spellcasters

Occult Activities - Witches + Vampires - Forage in Granite Falls, Visit the Magic Realm, Go to Coven Gathering, Walk in the Forest as rabbit hole events your spellcasters can go to. The first has a chance of giving you potions ingredients, the other three can refill your spellcaster power and gives you a chances to learn spells in different schools depending on where you go.

Spellcaster Covenstead Lot Trait

Magical Study Spot Lot Trait

Magic Sage Attractors - Invisible Objects that will attract different Sages depending on swatch.

Madame Simovar - NPC Potion Seller

Magic Training Fix

Useful Wands - Wands actually decrease your charge when you use them.

Better Familiars

Read Normal Books with Magic

Nature Spirits - A new way to learn spells!

Cast Spells Club Rule Tweak - Can now practice duels and can no longer randomly rob people with Burgliate during club gatherings.

Witches Sabbath

Magic Rituals at the Séance Table

Runes for Magic Rituals + Create Motes

Master Duelist Career

Wandmaker Career

Magic Healer Career

Broomstick Maker Career

Atelier Alchemist Career

Brew Herbalism Recipes with Cauldron

Potions Ingredients Overhaul

Potion of Immortality Really Immortal

Real Potion of Rejuvenation

Herbio Can Spawn Outdoor Retreat Plants

Repairio Spell Out of the Spell Menu - Repairio is now directly available on objects, no more casting out of spell book.

Dedeathify Children

Stay Ugly Longer

Love and Fight Spell Tweak - Can now include the caster in the spell.

Castable Jungle Adventure Curses -  (Requires Spellbook Injector)

Skeletonize Spell -  (Requires Spellbook Injector)

Conjuring Spell - Click on a tomb and summon a skeleton servant or butler. (Requires Spellbook Injector)

Secret Sages Spells - A total of 11 new spells! (Requires Spellbook Injector +  Death Interactions)

Expanded Realm of Magic

Obsidio Spell - Set things on fire by glaring at them. (Requires Spellbook Injector)

Stra-Strangeify - The Beauty and The Beast - I love the idea of this for a challenge! (Requires Spellbook Injector)

Enlargio - New spell to make a regular fish bowl hold up to 50 fish, great for fish potion ingredients. (Requires Spellbook Injector)

Functional Spell Book

Kids Can Perform Spells

Ars Goetia + Magic Sigils - Sigils to summon demons with. They can give you gifts, or curse you, or scream in rage, ymmv.

Fly on a Broomstick - Adults and Kids can take joyrides on broom sticks together or apart for fun!

Celebratio Spell

Incognito Spell

New Potions

TS3 to TS4 Functional Wands

Werewolify Spell + Werewolf Fury Enhancer and Reducer Spells

Werewolves

Werewolf Bloodlines

Werewolf Tails + Werewolf Feet

Temperament Affects Needs - Special werewolf moods affect needs differently. Negative ones cause relevant motives to decrease twice as fast, positive ones cause relevant motives to decrease twice as slowly.

Moonbathe Lowers Fury - Only works if you have the Natural Healing Perk.

Fury Reducing Werewolf Abilities - Mainly different types of howls, mainly.

Meditation Lowers Fury

Mudbaths Lowers Fury

Zoomies Lowers Fury - You can choose to start Zoomies on your terms and even do it as a human!

Transformation Mastery Overhaul

Werewolves Return Naked - Because of course they would.

Feral Containment Unit

Twisted Fate - A special trait in the rewards store that makes a werewolf's Fated Mate a vampire instead of a werewolf.

Magic for Werewolves

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[oxygenbefore1775]

Loved your headcanon of the warrior ghost!

I don't know if you are doing requests but can you write one about them reacting to Ryan and Shane.

I just know Annie would be annoyed with Shane touching her stuff!

Oh yeah, I will be happy to do that! Imma say right away that Im a proud Shaniac so i might be biased in terms if ghost proof

AoT Warriors vs Ghoul Boys

I guess it's a crossover but idc

cw: mentions of death, obscene language, mild harm (or threats to do harm)

Annie

learns about the ghoul boys from Bertholdt who tells her about some rookies paranormal investigators

immediately tenses up - feels like this visit is gonna be rough on her

casually goes to her room in hopes that the ghoul boys won't come inside

boy was she wrong

(I guess Ryan informed Shane about the ghost that gets aggressive when their stuff is touched so naturally Shane's gonna tease the ghost)

senses that Shane is going to be a jerk - because of the way he is looking around the room in search of objects to move around

(Annie won't be able to actually harm Shane because it's gonna be a huge win for the Boogaras all over the world)

is irritated since Shane not only touches her things but also taunts her about her inability to hurt him

instead of inflicting violence, she turns the room really cold

finally decides that this is beneath her and retreats to another room that the ghoul boys have already inspected and waits out there

Bertholdt

is kinda reluctant to interact with the ghoul boys (he is still embarassed about the previous attempts of communication gone wrong)

decides to follow them around for a bit because they seem nice

finds it nice that Ryan is being respectful towards the ghosts and appreciates his attempts to calm Shane down

takes it upon himself to convince Shane that the ghosts are real

that's why stays behind in order to interact with the cameras and audio-recorders that the ghoul boys have set up

makes an entire speech about the ghosts' existence in front of the camera - but it turns out sounding like a muffled mess (Ryan wasn't able to make out a single word when he was listening to audio recordings later in the studio)

to seem more compelling, repeatedly closes and opens the door that's in the camera's view

is too excited and manipulates magnetic fields around him which consequently distorts the footage of the camera

the said footage is by far the most valued asset of the Boogara nation

Colt

the moment he sees the holywater gun on Ryan - he keeps his distance from him

(ghoul boys actually know his name and invite him to a conversation)

interacts with the ghoul boys via the spirit-box but responds only to Shane's questions

once Shane's questions get progressively obnoxious, is baffled and stops answering

nudges the ghoul boys to use ouija board by incessantly tapping on it which scares the living hell out of Ryan

is dissapointed in the offering required for the seance to begin because it's just some chewing gum

still proceeds to respond to questions in the usual manner by dragging the triangular thingy across the board

gets sabotaged by Shane because he is independently moving the triangular thingy (yk Shane does is evety time with the ouija board)

gets upset, feels disrespected and stops participating in the seance

Pieck

is disinterested in Shane and his snotty remarks about the ghosts

Ryan is her prime target because his fear of ghosts amuses her

flickers Ryan's flashlight from time to time which distresses Ryan

seizes all of her Ryan tantalizing activity whenever Shane is in the vicinity - just wants Ryan to feel gas-lit

takes her sweet time with Ryan when the time comes for each of the ghoul boys to stay alone in the dark room for five minutes

tugs on Ryan's shirt during those five minutes

her real opportunity to shine comes when the ghoul boys come down into the basement

in that moment turns off all of the light-emitting devices

watches Ryan's panick setting in and giggles adorably

wants the ghoul boys to come back again sometime

Porco

hates both of the ghoul boys

for different reasons: Shane seems like a better and funnier version of himself while Ryan seems too anxious to even be a paranormal investigator (it only makes sense to call him out about it)

in fact envies them because unlike him the ghoul boys can leave this haunted property

gadgets around Porco show readings so high that it convinces Ryan of a demonic presence in the house

when the ghoul boys (primarily Shane) ask him for a sign in order to prove the demonic presence, violently slams the door

at some point gets really mad because the ghoul boys have been taunting his fellow ghosts and feels very protective towards the other ghosts

wants to rid the house of the ghoul boys by threatening to harm them and manifesting his hatred towards them via the spirit-box

feels that he is the only one capable of protecting his fellow ghosts

Reiner

has no idea that the ghoul boys are visiting the house

is casually relaxing on the bed when the ghoul boys come in and disturb him

because Reiner frequents this room quite often, the beds and the armchairs have imprints of his body

has full-on gay panic when the ghoul boys notice those imprints and discuss them

doesn't know whether they are teasing or complimenting him

(the time comes for the ghoul boys to get ready for the sleepover in the haunted house)

gets flustered when Ryan takes one of the bedrooms where Reiner usually stays

unwilling to sacrifice his comfort even for one night, chooses to stay in this bedroom

his presence makes Ryan feel really uneasy so he couldn't sleep the whole night

Zeke

is a proud Shaniac

doesn't like Ryan's demeanor and thinks that it's irrational of a living human to believe in ghosts

(yk the first thing Shane says when entering the haunted house is "it's your chance to get on YouTube" in attempts to make the potential ghosts to cooperate)

is vane enough to try and get himself those 15 minutes of fame

is excited to use the spirit-box but this time decides to use this opportunity and starts talking about his life

"It all started with my father's cruel plan regarding my future..."

because spirit-box is unable to transmit messages for a long period of time, his speech gets cut off and it sounds like a delirious stuff

doesn't get disappointed about it because it indeed sounds really funny

hm, turns out I really like making those. shoud i start taking requests?

[mistandshcdow]

horrorween film reviews

horrorween, or, where i, a horror fan, review horror films i’ve seen. today’s spine chilling installment:

INSIDIOUS.

insidious is a pretty popular horror movie, so when i realized i hadn’t ever seen it, i thought i had. (turns out the actor who plays ed warren in the conjuringverse is also the lead here, which makes the two horror universes way too similar for my tiny brain) the film has some unconventional horror beats, using astral projection and spiritual planes as a method for ghost stories, which is fun.

follow bland white mom and bland white dad as they realize their house—or wait, their son—is haunted. their son’s soul is trapped in the astral realm, and they have to save him before the demons flock to his empty vessel and possess him. as the film went on, i kept waiting for the scares to pick up or the plot to thicken somehow, but this film is pretty short, and that never happened. it wasn’t even an all out onslaught of scares to fill the short run either, which made it pretty uninteresting. the characters have nothing interesting about them, i do not care, and i am not scared shitless. you had one job, movie! creep me out!

horror tropes

white people

new house

possessed little boy

child laughter

call in the big ghostbusters

seance

spooky song

spooky photographs

fake out

is it scary?

no. the image of the demon itself is pretty creepy, but we get a look at him too early and he doesn’t even get any big powerful scares. the other ghosts are pretty by the books, and i didn’t get jump-scared at all, and i’m JUMPY BITCH. it is not hard to make me jump. but this film did not do it for me. it’s very much baby’s first real horror film.

should you watch?

nah, i wouldn’t. skip to the conjuring. it’s just better, and you’ll get the same lead actor.

[myhauntedsalem]

Annabelle the Haunted Doll

In the 1970’s a terrible event took place in a small apartment, lived in by two nursing students. For quite some time strange goings on where noticed by the students, which included strange hand written messages on paper, objects moving around the house and strange dreams had by all who stayed the night.

It would all culminate when a friend was attacked with bloody and burned claw marks, torn into their chest.

The culprit? A Raggedy Anne Doll named Annabelle, who was thought to be possessed by a demon, and taking on the guise of the ghost of a little girl…

It all began when Donna, a nursing student, was given a Raggedy Anne doll as a birthday gift from her mother. Raggedy Anne (and Andy) Dolls were quite popular in the 1960’s/70’s, and the graduate student very much liked this gift.

The doll was placed on her bed as a decoration, and not much more was thought on the matter by Donna or her room mate Angie.

However, the girls soon began to find the doll creepy – something was not quite right about it. It sat on the bed in Donna’s bedroom, but the girls felt as if they were being watched. Over time these strange feelings would develop into fear, as the doll took on a life of its own.

It began with the doll seemingly moving about the house on its own. The room-mates would come home and find the doll in the most unexpected of places. At first, its pose on the bed had changed, but soon the doll would be found throughout the house.

Much of the time the girls would arrive home to find it sitting cross legged on the couch, a place where the girls would spend much of their time. Donna thought the room-mate may have been joking, so in the morning, before classes, she took the doll off her bed and placed it on the couch. However, she came home before her room-mate and found the doll back on her bed.

The strangest and most inexplicable way the doll was found was standing upright and leaning against a chair. This very much startled the girls, and they knew something was definitely up, as the dolls legs were too flexible to support its own weight.

About a month after receiving the doll and dealing with it moving about the apartment, a new phenomena began.

Donna and Angie would arrive home to not only find the doll moved again, but also pieces of parchment containing short messages written in a seemingly childlike hand. The messages would say things like “Help”, “Help Us” and “Help Lou”.

Enough was enough! Not only were the messages creepy, but the girls could not find a source for the paper, as neither kept parchment paper in the house!

Donna sought out the help of a medium, who soon made contact with the spirit of a young girl named Annabelle Higgins. Annabelle used to live in a house near to the land where the apartment complex was built. Annabelle was only seven when her body was found on the field where Donna’s apartment stood.

Annabelle, in spirit, had been staying in the complex for many years, but when Donna and Angie had moved in, she liked the girls and found the doll suitable for habitation and manipulation of the surroundings.

Donna gave Annabelle permission to stay with them, as long as she stopped doing things that scared them.

Donna, Angie and the medium seemed happy with the arrangement, but their friend Lou did not like what was happening. Lou felt that the doll was evil and should be gotten rid of. When he stayed in the apartment, he would have very vivid dreams about Annabelle attacking him.

One evening Lou and Angie were sitting on a lounge, reading over maps in preparation for a road trip the following day. They were startled by rustling sounds coming from Donna’s room. Fearing it was a burglar; Lou quietly crept up to the bedroom door then suddenly rushed in to confront the intruder.

No one was there except, once again, Annabelle had moved. This time she was sprawled out on the floor, the feeling of life having left her. Lou walked up to the doll to inspect it, then got the distinct impression that someone was standing behind him. He turned, expecting to see Angie, but was rather surprised by a burning sensation in his chest.

Lou fled the room to the safety of the living room where he removed his shirt. To his and Angie’s amazement seven distinct claw marks were found burned and bleeding in his chest, three were vertical and four were horizontal. The wounds slowly beaded blood, but the burning was more pronounced.

Something unseen had definitely attacked him.

Donna now believed the doll to be possessed by an evil entity, and once again sought help. Help arrived in the form of Ed and Lorraine Warren who had worked on many cases concerning dark/negative spirits, including the Amityville Case.

It was soon decided that the doll was not possessed, but was rather being used to give the impression that it was possessed. The entity in this case was not capable of possessing the doll as it needed a human host, and since this can take time to succeed, the doll was used to fool the girls into believing that it was a much more friendly spirit.

Essentially, in their minds a ‘demon’ had attached itself to the doll, but wanted so much more and through the previous seance, Donna had unwittingly given it free reign of the house when she gave it permission to stay.

It seemed that the intent was to possess Lou with the doll, trying to get his attention and possible sympathies through the hand written notes, many of which had Lou’s name on them. The dreams, scratches and burns typical of the early stages of the demon making its mark and intent to reside within a human form.

An exorcism was performed on the apartment, and the Warrens took the doll with them. Donna, Angie and Lou were now free of the terrors that had plagued them for the last few months.

As for Annabelle the Doll, she sits locked in a glass case in the Warren Occult Museum, Monroe, Connecticut, together with a sign that says ‘Warning. Positively Do Not Open’. The presence can still be felt within the doll, by those with sensitive abilities, but as for why the entity stays attached with the doll?

[kingexpl0sionmurder]

What Happens When You Dream? - Bakugou Katsuki - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​ Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/F!Reader (Implied Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi), Aged up (College), Quirkless AU. Words: 8,624 Warnings: swearing, oral (male receiving), ghosts, hauntings, brief mention of violence, horror movie references, witchy things, Bakugou bad mouths the occult and witches but I do not share his views on the matter. This is probably unnecessary but it should go without saying that seances are no joke and you shouldn’t preform one unless you know what you’re doing (which I certainly do NOT). I pulled what is said off of a damn WikiHow so don’t try this at home. AN: Another collab piece for the BNHarem server! Have some Halloween Bakugou! This came out softer than I imagined it would but I just enjoy writing him as a sarcastic grump. Also, I didn’t mean to put in the Shinkami but it happened so we’re rolling with it.  I honestly don’t know what this is but I hope you enjoy it! Please check out the Masterlist for this collab HERE My Masterlist is HERE Buy me a KoFi HERE --

Every night, you dream at least ten dreams a night Do you remember the dreams? If you do, you're well on your way To having some fantastic times when you close your eyes. - Bring Me The Horizon - Steal Something

Bakugou lugged the last box up the porch steps and into the house, bypassing the living area and depositing it on the kitchen counter. Wiping his brow with the back of his hand, he surveyed the mess around him.

God, he hated moving.

“That’s the last of it?” Kirishima asked as he entered the kitchen behind him. “I’m so tired already.”

Bakugou just grunted in response, turning around to walk back outside and close up the moving truck. It was still early in the day, so they had plenty of time to start unpacking and get the house into some sense of livability before they needed to return the vehicle, and he wanted to get as much done as he could while he still had the energy.

Kirishima was on the phone when he came back inside, chattering happily as he leaned against the counter. When he hung up, he grinned. “The squad is going to come by and help!”

Ignoring the stupid nickname they’d adopted for their friend group, Bakugou shot the redhead a look. “You mean they’re going to come here and fucking distract you.”

“No! Mina hasn’t seen the place yet, and Denki promised to bring food. They want to help us unpack!”

Bakugou snorted. “Sure. Whatever. Just tell them to stay out of my way.” He walked over to a box labeled “dishes” and got to work, unwrapping the newspaper from around them and placing them on the counter.

Kirishima left him alone to move the furniture around in the living room and, presumably, hook up the TV. He let his mind wander, thinking about how they’d ended up finding this place. It was in a little suburban neighborhood, a park across the street with an excellent path for his morning runs, a convenience store around the corner for Kirishima’s late-night beef jerky cravings, a short walk to the train station, and three stops away from their university. 

Rooming with Kirishima was a given, too. He was the only one Bakugou could tolerate for long periods, and he knew how to handle Bakugou’s erratic moods. He didn’t push too hard, gave him space when he needed it, and was moderately neat. Bakugou knew if he’d roomed with someone like Kaminari, he’d spend the rest of his life in a jail cell, so Kirishima was the safe option.

It helped that they were going to the same school, even though they had completely opposite majors. Bakugou was studying physics, and Kirishima was going for sports education. Sometimes he pictured Kirishima as a school gym teacher, and it made him roll his eyes. He’d be perfect for something like that. 

One day Bakugou would be a nuclear physicist and win a Nobel prize. That was the goal, anyway. Number one in his field, his face on the cover of Time magazine, everyone would know his name some day. Nothing was going to stop him from reaching the top.

He had nearly finished unpacking the dishes when Sero walked into the kitchen carrying bags of snacks and soda. Kaminari followed behind him and dropped three pizza boxes on the island in the middle of the room and shot Bakugou a funny look. “Mina is scared to come inside.”

Snorting, he raised his eyebrow. “What?”

“She says she’s got a bad vibe, dude. I don’t know.” Sero shrugged. “You’re the most logical one, maybe you can get her to come in. Kiri’s trying and failing, man.”

Grumbling under his breath, wondering why he even bothered with these idiots, Bakugou stomped out of the room to see Kirishima leaning in the frame of the front door and talking to someone out on the porch.

“...been here all day, Mina. Nothing weird has happened.” 

“Oi, Raccoon Eyes, what’s your problem?” He shoved Kirishima out of the way to get a look at the girl, his eyebrows furrowed.

She looked nervous, her eyes flitting to the windows up on the second floor, her hands clasped in front of her. “I don’t know, Bakugou. Something just doesn’t feel right. I can’t explain it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared her down. “What are you even talking about?”

“Mina’s always been sensitive to energies and stuff, Bakubro,” Sero said from somewhere behind him. “She burned sage at my apartment when I moved in because she said something felt off.”

He vaguely remembered that Ashido had always been into some weird shit; Ouiji boards and hypnosis, tarot cards and reading people’s auras. Bakugou didn’t believe in that hippy dippy shit, especially being a man of science, but if it ended this dumb standoff on his front porch, he’d let her do whatever. 

Wrinkling his nose, he sighed. “If I let you burn that nasty shit in here, will you come inside?” 

“It might help…” trailing off, she stepped back. “I can just tell that something bad happened here. You don’t feel anything?”

“Fuck no.” 

“It just feels...sad.” Mina shivered, frowning.

“That’s because I haven’t hung up my Crimson Riot posters yet.” Kiri gave Mina a placating smile, stepping forward and placing his hand on her shoulder. “Let me take you to the store to get what you need, huh? We can talk about it in the car.”

Mina looked like she wanted to get as far away from the house as possible as quickly as possible, so she nodded.

Sero handed Kirishima his keys, since he was parked behind Kiri’s dumb ass truck, and the two of them headed out. Bakugou went back inside to finish the rest of his unpacking, slightly annoyed by the whole situation.

“What do you think it is?” Kaminari asked, opening the top pizza box and grabbing a slice. “I’ve never seen her like that before.”

“Maybe there’s a ghost here or something.” Sero chuckled. “Maybe you’ll open up a closet door somewhere upstairs and there will be a portal to the other side.” He wiggled his fingers at Kaminari, laughing. “Carol Ann, go into the light!”

“Idiots. There’s no such thing as ghosts.” Bakugou slammed the cabinet shut after he’d loaded in the last of the glasses. “She’s just being weird, as usual.”

“Hey, man. Don’t be like that.” Licking grease off his thumb (like a heathen, Bakugou thought), Kaminari fixed him with a look. “She looked genuinely terrified. It’s nice of you to let her burn the sage though. It’ll give her peace of mind.”

“Smells awful, though. But she says it worked at my place.” Sero added.

Bakugou had had enough of the conversation, so he just grunted in response, turning and leaving the room. 

He figured it was time to set up his bedroom, that way he didn’t have to worry about it later that night. Plus, it would get him away from dumb and dumber and Kaminari’s inability to use a napkin like a normal human being.

--

Later on, after Mina made the entire house smell like burnt ass, Kirishima took Kaminari with him to return the moving truck, Sero following behind him in his car. Mina stayed with Bakugou in his room as he put together his bookshelf, sitting quietly and making herself useful by unpacking his books and stacking them by author so he could arrange them when he was done. He wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but her silence was irking him. She was never this quiet.

“What’s your problem?” He asked gruffly, frowning at the allen key in his hand as he twisted a screw into the base of the bookshelf.

He glanced up when she sighed, her body moving to lean against the bed, her head falling back so her gaze was fixed on the ceiling. “Nothing. I just feel like the sage didn’t work.” 

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Why should it? That stuff isn’t real anyway.”

“It is so!” He saw her glare at him from his peripheral. “You shouldn’t dismiss it so quickly.”

“I’m a science major, idiot.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate further.

“So?”

“So, what? Science can explain away all of the so called phenomena that people like to believe are ghosts. There is no scientific proof that ghosts exist. All of the things that people attribute to hauntings are hallucinations are tricks that your mind plays on you. It’s all in your head.” He stood up, lifting the finished bookshelf to stand beside him. “Besides, you’ve been here all day and nothing bad has happened, has it?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Mina bit her bottom lip. “Well, no. It’s just...it feels anxious and sad in here? So it’s not that I expect anything bad to happen, really. It’s just uncomfortable.” 

Choosing not to comment further, Bakugou pushed the bookcase up against the wall, picking up the drill nearby so he could anchor it into the sheetrock.

When he was done drilling, she continued. “You shouldn’t shit all over my beliefs, either. It’s not nice.”

“Since when have you ever known me to be nice?” He pointed at one of her stacks. “Give me the A’s.”

“Fair point.” Mina stood, picking up a few books from the first stack and handing them to him. “Just do me a favor and be careful. If anything weird happens, let me know, okay?”

Bakugou bit back a groan. “Will it shut you up about it if I agree?” She nodded. “Fine. I’ll let you know if you need to call an old priest and a young priest to perform an exorcism, okay?”

Mina snorted at that, handing him another set of books. “Okay, good.”

--

Bakugou blinked sleepy, pressing his face into his pillow and breathing deeply. Waking up in a new room was disorienting, the light from the window hitting his face in a way he wasn’t used to. He sighed, closing his eyes again, annoyed that he’d woken before his alarm went off. 

He was just convincing himself to go back to sleep until it was time to get up when a soft groan from beside him made him pause, his eyes flying open at the sound. Turning his head, his mouth went dry at the sight of you laying beside him, your hair strewn over the pillow next to his, bare shoulders peeking out from underneath the covers.

Mind racing, he tried to remember who you were and what had led to you sleeping in his bed beside him. The last thing he could recall was shuffling off to bed early as usual, leaving his friends in the living room, the group of them laying haphazardly across the couches as they watched a movie. 

He hadn’t gone out or drank anything, so there was no way he could have met you at a bar. It’d be easier to explain that way, because he was no stranger to drunken one night stands. 

Opening his mouth to ask you what the fuck you were doing in his bed, the words were stuck in his throat when you turned around to gaze sleepily at him.

You were pretty, even with the sleep in your eyes and your unruly bedhead. Your smile was what made him pause, heart stopping and beautiful.

“Morning, Katsu.” You sighed, burrowing your face into his chest.

“What the fuck?” He managed, scooting away and frowning. “Who are you?”

“Ah, the million dollar question.” Giggling, you sat up, one arm moving to keep the sheet covering your obviously bare chest. “Normally I’d be offended that you don’t know it, but, it’s par for the course.” 

“How did you-”

“Get here? Through the front door, just like anyone else.” Shaking your head, you used your free hand to rub at your eyes. “I’m not really sure how this works, honestly. Maybe we just need to try again later.” You frowned, shrugging your shoulders and changing the subject. “You’re very warm, you know that?”

Frustration bubbled up in his chest. Why couldn’t you just answer his questions the way he meant them?

Before he could press further, you yawned, turning and shuffling to the edge of the bed. He watched in silence as you stood, his gaze lingering on your naked backside as you pulled on a pair of panties. He was quiet as you dressed, watching your movements and racking his brain, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Turning to look over at him again, you smiled. “Well, guess I should get out of your hair.”

Your cryptic words left him floundering, his eyes widening as you headed for the bedroom door. “Where the fuck are you going?”

Pausing, you turned to speak to him over your shoulder. “Time’s up. Your alarm is about to go off.”

Eyebrows furrowed, he watched as you opened the door and walked over the threshold. 

The blaring of his alarm startled him into a sitting position, his chest tight as he gasped for breath. What the fuck?

“A dream.” He grumbled, lying back down, his arm reaching out to smack the snooze button on the top of his clock. 

Rubbing his face tiredly, he groaned. It was very rare that he dreamt anything at all, so the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. He had no idea who you were, he couldn’t remember ever seeing your face before, so he wasn’t sure why his mind had conjured you up to be the one in his bed.

He remembered reading an article once about dreams, and how it was impossible for your brain to make up people’s faces. It was believed that faces you have seen in passing in a crowd, even those you didn’t consciously look at, were stored somewhere in your memory, and could be brought forth in your mind in a dream. Maybe that’s where you’d come from.

He sighed, shifting in bed until his feet were on the floor, turning off his alarm for good and standing up. Stretching, he decided to forget all about you, focusing on the day ahead. He didn’t have time to dwell on dumb shit like dreams. He blamed it on his mind trying to get used to being in a new place, and left it behind him. 

--

“We really have to stop meeting like this, handsome.”

Bakugou opened his eyes, squinting over at you as you lay beside him, your head propped up on your hand. This was the fourth day in a row, and he was getting tired of it already.

“Again? What the fuck.” He slumped back onto the pillow below him. “Why the hell do I keep dreaming about you? I don’t even know you.”

You giggled, shrugging. “Kirishima sleeps like the dead, so you were my only option.”

“What does that mean? I’m getting tired of your cryptic bullshit, shitty woman.”

“Hey, you don’t need to call me names, Katsu.”

Growling, he sat up. “Well, you won’t tell me your real one, so I have to be creative.” He paused. “And how do you know my name? I don’t even let my hair for brains roommate call me that, and we’ve known each other since we were 16.”

“I figured you wouldn’t mind. I can just call you Bakugou if it makes you more comfortable.” 

“None of this makes me comfortable, you idiot. I don’t even understand what’s going on here.” He was tired. Ever since he’d started dreaming of you he woke up feeling like he’d barely gotten any rest, and it was grating on his nerves. “Why can’t you ever just be straight with me?”

Shrugging, you made yourself more comfortable in his blankets. He jolted when he felt your cold toes press against his calf. “It’s more fun this way, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, maybe for you.” He let himself lay back beside you, folding his arms behind his head and staring at the ceiling. “Have we met before?”

Humming thoughtfully, you snuggled up against him again, your fingers ghosting patterns across his bare chest. “Nope. Kind of wish we had though. You’re pretty cute.”

Huffing through his nose, he ignored the fact that he didn’t shy away from your touch like he usually did. “I’m not fucking cute.” Secretly, he liked the praise.

“Would you rather me tell you that you’re hot?” You peered up at him, smirking. 

“Fuck you.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Hm. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

The thought had crossed his mind once or twice. The fact that he always woke up in these dreams naked next to you wasn’t helping the matter. “You wish.”

The grin you shot him was almost sinister, and he felt his cock stir beneath the blankets.

What the ever loving fuck.

Almost as if you knew what he was thinking, you pressed against him, your lips brushing against his ear. “Wish we had more time, Katsuki, but your alarm is about to go off again.”

Bakugou shot up in bed, his heart racing and skin damp with sweat, a shiver racing down his spine. He could still feel your warm breath on his ear, like you’d just pulled away. 

When he looked over, he was alone. 

—

“You been sleeping okay, Bakubro?” Kirishima asked him from the doorway to the kitchen, his ridiculously bulky arms crossed over his equally ridiculous chest. 

Bakugou looked up from his toast, his head aching. “Like fuck I have.” 

His friend raised an eyebrow at him. “You look like hell, dude. And I mean that in the nicest way possible.”

“Fuck you.” Sighing, he dropped his toast on his plate, wiping his hand on his napkin and hunching over. “I keep having these weird dreams.” He paused, turning to look at the redhead. “What about you?”

“Me?” Kirishima pushed off the door and walked to the fridge, wrenching open the door and pulling out a carton of orange juice. “I’ve been sleeping fine. Best sleep I’ve had in a while actually. It’s nice not having all the campus noises around and stuff, you know?”

“Kirishima sleeps like the dead, so you were my only option.” Your words rattled around in his brain, and he frowned. 

“I don’t know, dude. I think you’re overworking yourself.”

Bakugou growled. “I’m trying to land that internship. I don’t have time to be a lazy asshole.”

“Hey, I’m not lazy!”

“I didn’t say you were. Guilty conscience?” He couldn’t help the smirk that curled onto his face.

Kirishima took a sip of juice straight from the carton, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he was done. “Shut up.” He grinned, his shark teeth on display. “You should take a day off, maybe. Or just, don’t study all day on Saturday and hang out with me! The squad is coming by for a barbeque. Maybe it’ll help if you just relax.”

He made a disgusted face when Kirishima put the carton of orange juice back in the fridge, making a mental note to buy a new one. Gross. “Being around you idiots will just stress me out some more.” He finished his toast, standing up to put his dish in the sink. “I’ve got a late lab tonight, so order some takeout.”

“You got it, man.” Kirishima grabbed his shoulder as he passed him. “Hey, think about Saturday, okay? I’m kinda worried about you.”

Shrugging him off, Bakugou nodded. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll think about it.”

—

Things progressed in mostly the same way for the remainder of the week. He got up, went to school, stayed late in the lab working on his project for the internship interview, and collapsed into bed when he got home. 

When he closed his eyes, he was back in that dream with you by his side. 

He liked to make you laugh, and it didn’t seem hard to do. You got a kick out of his shitty attitude for some reason, and you liked to listen to stories about his dumb friends. You seemed particularly fond of Kaminari, mentioning you knew someone that would probably like him. You seemed more morose than usual when you talked about your friend, and when he asked why, you just shrugged and said you hadn’t seen him in a while.

“So you aren’t just a figment of my imagination?” Bakugou asked, folding his arms behind his head.

You shook your head, your hair brushing his chin as you laid on his chest. He’d gotten used to the cuddling, and though he enjoyed it, he’d never mention that out loud.

“Of course I’m not, Katsu.” Sighing, you tilted your head to look up at him. “Man, you’re taking way too long to figure this out.”

“You’re not very forthcoming with information about yourself, idiot.” He grumbled, annoyed. “What’s your friend’s name, anyway?”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” You grinned, a faraway look in your eyes. “He’s my best friend. I kind of miss him.”

“Why don’t you call him?”

“Can’t. It’s fine though.” You sat up further, hovering over him. “Maybe you could get him to meet Kaminari. He needs a little sunshine in his life. He used to work at that cat café over by the university. Bet he’s still there.”

“Cat café?” Bakugou wracked his brain. “Next to that udon place?”

“That’s the one. He’s got purple hair, you literally can’t miss him.” 

Bakugou snorted. He didn’t give two shits about his blonde friend and his love life. But if this Shinsou guy knew you, maybe he could get some answers. 

—

“Since when do you like cats?” Kaminari asked, falling into step beside him.

Bakugou was regretting his entire existence as he walked, wishing he didn’t give enough of a shit to find out more about you. Kaminari had been chattering beside him non-stop the entire train ride over, wondering why Bakugou was insisting on visiting the café and why he had to be the one to accompany him.

“I’ve always liked cats. Just shut up, dunceface.” Huffing, he shoved his hands in his pockets. He was unsure how he was even going to talk to this Shinsou guy, what he was going to say. “Hi, you don’t know me but I think I’m having dreams about your friend?”

“Mauhaus Cat Café?” Kaminari giggled, breaking Bakugou out of his thoughts. “If this place isn’t full of hot goth boys I don’t want any part of it.”

Rolling his eyes, Bakugou opened the door and let Kaminari walk in first. Standing behind the counter looking half asleep and thoroughly done with life stood a man with purple hair. 

“Oh, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Kaminari stopped and stared, and Bakugou nearly walked into his back.

“Oi, idiot, come on.” Grumbling about his friend under his breath, he pushed him further inside, neck craning back to read the neat chalkboard menu over the coffee machines. 

Kaminari, on the other hand, shook his head and waltzed up to the counter, a bright smile on his face. “Hey there, tall, dark, and handsome.”

Amethyst eyes gazed at Kaminari, his facial expression flat. “Oh joy, a loud blonde.”

Bakugou snorted. “Are you Shinsou Hitoshi?”

The man stood up straighter and covered his nametag with his hand. “That depends on who’s asking.”

Kaminari, being Kaminari, grinned a little wider. “I’m Kaminari Denki, and I think I love you.”

Shinsou blinked at him, his eyes alight with amusement. “Oh yeah?” Bakugou saw him glance down at the leather choker on Kaminari’s neck, before his eyes flicked back up to his face.

They’d known each other for two seconds and they were already eye fucking. Wonderful.

“Trust me on this, dude. You and I are going to get along great.” Kaminari turned to Bakugou. “Why have you been hiding this gorgeous boy from me, Bakugou? I thought we were friends.”

“We’re not. Now go away.” He pointed to a brindle colored cat sitting on a table on the far side of the room. “Go pet a cat or something.”

“Oh! Look how pretty!” Kaminari wandered away, not before throwing Shinsou a wink over his shoulder and biting his lip in a way he probably thought was sultry.

Shinsou seemed to be eating it up, but he was a bit more subtle. Bakugou almost felt bad for the guy, before he remembered that he didn’t care.

“How do you know my name?” Shinsou asked, tearing his eyes away from Kaminari. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.”

Nodding, he shoved his hands deeper in his pockets. “No, we’ve never met. A friend of yours told me about you, and I just...I wanted to ask you something.” Frowning, he pushed on, knowing how weird he was about to sound. “She said you were her best friend.”

Shinsou snorted. “I don’t really have any friends, man. Who was it?”

“That’s just it...I don’t know her name.”

“Okay, but she told you mine? That doesn’t really add up.” Shinsou’s eyes narrowed. “What does she look like?”

Bakugou described you, cutting himself off when he noticed how pale Shinsou suddenly looked. The slight look of horror on his face turned to anger so fast that Bakugou got whiplash.

“Do you think this is funny or something, asshole?” Shinsou’s voice was low and dangerous. “Get the fuck out of my shop before I kick the shit out of you.”

“What? What the fuck is your problem?” Bakugou was always quick to anger, but he especially didn’t like being threatened. 

Kaminari must have sensed that things were about to go south, because he appeared at Bakugou’s side a moment later. “Is everything okay?”

“You think this is some kind of joke? Like I don’t miss her and think about her every day? Like I don’t blame myself for what happened?” Shinsou’s deep voice cracked slightly at the end of his question, and Bakugou was horrified to see tears starting to gather in his eyes.

“What are you even talking about? Who is she?” He was starting to get really frustrated.

Shinsou moved to round the counter. “Fuck you, man. Get the fuck-” 

“Bakugou, who are you talking about?” Kaminari turned to Shinsou, his palm pressing gently to his chest to stop him from reaching Bakugou. “What’s going on?”

“Your friend here thinks it’s funny to come into my shop and rub my best friend’s death in my face.”

Bakugou choked on his own spit. “Death?”

Kaminari looked between the two of them in confusion. “Bakugou?”

He didn’t want to do this in front of Kaminari, but he had no choice. “I’ve been having dreams! Ever since we moved into the house…” Trailing off, he stared at Shinsou. “I didn’t know she - how is this even possible?”

“So, Shinsou’s best friend has been visiting your dreams, and she’s...no longer with us. She told you about Shinsou, so you came here to find out more?” Kaminari summarized, letting his hand drop from Shinsou’s chest when he noticed he wasn’t struggling anymore.

Bakugou just nodded, his fists clenched at his sides. 

“What house?” Shinsou asked. “Is she…”

Bakugou told him the address and Shinsou practically crumpled in on himself, his breath coming out in short pants. Kaminari had enough sense to guide him over to a nearby table and sit him down on a chair. Bakugou was glad the shop was empty.

Somehow completely level headed in this brief moment of crisis, Kaminari went around the shop counter and came back with a cup of water for Shinsou. He then pushed Bakugou, who was still standing frozen in front of the register, into the chair across from Shinsou, and then pulled up his own chair. “Shinsou, hey. Can you tell us about her?”

--

Heart pounding, Bakugou woke up in a dream. 

This was different.

Instead of waking up to you lying beside him, looking disheveled but beautiful as you teased him and held the blankets over your naked chest…

He was sweating, breath coming in short pants, his fingers tangled in someone’s hair, wet heat surrounding his cock.

Bakugou’s eyes flew open, taking in the white ceiling of his bedroom. He let his gaze travel down, the dark comforter on his bed hiding the identity of the person between his legs.

He didn’t need to see them to know who it was.

You hummed around him and his toes curled. He should definitely be freaking out right now, kicking you off of him and flying from the bed to the other side of the room, hiding his modesty as he screeched at you.

But then you did this thing with your tongue that he couldn’t even begin to describe and his eyes rolled back. It had been a while, he reasoned. He was too preoccupied with school and moving and not sleeping right to take care of it himself. 

Letting his fingers card through your hair, he tugged, reveling in the groan that left your throat and shot right through him. He rocked his hips in time with your bobbing mouth, biting down on his bottom lip to hold back his moans.

He felt himself getting close, eyes fluttering shut again as he let himself get lost in the moment. Later, he would contemplate how easily he accepted what you were doing, but for now, he was going to enjoy every second of it.

“Y/N…” He groaned, pushing his head back into the pillows. 

All at once, your mouth was off of him, and he felt the blanket fly off of his body, exposing his hard and aching cock to the cool air.

“What!?” Your voice was wrecked, but he was too keyed up to pay much attention.

Popping his eyes open, he groaned and sat up on his elbows. “What the fuck, shitty woman? I was about to come.”

“How do you know my name?”

Suddenly, everything came rushing back to him. He remembered where he was, who you were, what you were. “Fuck. What the fuck?”

“Learn another word, Katsuki. Jesus Christ.” You were still kneeling between his legs, your hand resting on his thigh. “How did you find out my name?”

Flopping back against the pillow again, he rubbed his hands tiredly over his face. “I met Shinsou today.” His dick was still so hard that it hurt, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t be helping him take care of the problem anymore.

You were quiet, so he peeked through his fingers, frowning. You were crying silently, tears sliding down your cheeks. “He told you?”

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He said finally, letting his hands drop from his face. He didn’t know why he was being so nice. Usually he’d tell someone who cried in front of him to suck it up, but it felt wrong to give you a hard time. Sighing, he threw his arm out to the side. “Come here.”

You sniffled again, climbing over his leg and settling on the bed beside him, your head resting on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you. “I’m sorry, Katsuki.”

“For what? Don’t apologize.” He grunted. “But later we’re going to have a conversation about what was going on when I got here.”

“That’s the first time you were you during it, I think.” Your voice was rough, and you sniffled loudly when you were done speaking.

“What does that even mean?” His brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait, that’s happened more than once? What the hell?”

Giggling, you nodded. “What, do you think I just get naked and climb into bed with you every time?” He huffed, and you continued. “It’s like...it’s you of course, but it’s like all of a sudden something clicks.” You snapped your fingers. “I’m not sure if I’m just tapping into your fantasies or what…”

He could feel the blush heating up his cheeks and he hated it, so he chose not to comment. 

“Usually I come in and you’re waiting for me, we get naked, then we fuck, then we cuddle, and that’s when you get here.”

“Tch. No way. I don’t cuddle.” Scoffing, he tightened his grip around you. 

This time you snorted a laugh, your hand sliding over his stomach as you got more comfortable. “Oh? You do with me, teddy bear.”

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t call me that.” He shivered. “That’s the worst pet name I’ve ever heard.”

“I’ll try to be more creative next time.” You shifted again, pulling the blanket over both of your legs. “And, if you don’t cuddle, then what are we doing right now?”

“Having a conversation.” 

“About?” You moved to look at him, raising your eyebrow.

Fighting hard not to smirk, he rolled his eyes. “Not cuddling.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You’re annoying.”  He hissed when you pinched his side. “Ow! What the hell?”

“Shut up and go back to sleep, Katsu.”

--

Bakugou Katsuki did NOT ask for help. The word help was not in his vocabulary. He could do everything and figure everything out on his own, thank you. However, he thought maybe, just this once, he was in over his head. 

He didn’t know shit about ghosts or spirits or hauntings or whatever the fuck this was. Mina, as Kaminari had pointed out to him after they’d left Mauhaus, was practically an expert. He was dreading the moment when she rubbed it in his face that she had been right about the house all along, but his annoyance over it paled in comparison to the need he had for a night of uninterrupted sleep.

Not that he minded, really, because he got to spend time with you.

The sudden affection that he had for you was unnerving. Because, besides the whole not asking for help thing, the other constant in his life was that Bakugou Katsuki did not catch feelings. Feelings were unnecessary. He hated them. He hated being fond of people, the weird ache in his chest made him want to puke. The only person he felt any kind of warmth for was Kirishima, and that was because he was his best friend. He tolerated everyone else to a degree, but he didn’t feel anything for them.

But then there was you, who he’d known for an entire two weeks. (He wasn’t even going to unpack the fact that you were literally haunting his dreams in which he was apparently fucking you.) Somehow, through the brief interactions you’d had, whether they were real or not, he’d managed to care about you. You were funny, and you didn’t put up with his shit.

It would figure that the only girl he’d ever had feelings for was dead.

He had come to terms with that fact now. His next course of action was to find out why you were coming to him. Mina was the only one he knew who could help him find some answers. (He didn’t really trust the internet.) The problem was getting her alone without the rest of the idiot brigade around. Kaminari knew, obviously, but he just wanted to talk to Mina.

His chance came on Saturday, when everyone came to his and Kirishima’s house for the barbeque. 

Bakugou was slicing vegetables in the kitchen when Mina came inside, offering to help. He grunted, pointing at a bowl of spinach. “Finish making the salad, raccoon eyes.” 

Mina rolled her eyes and stood beside him, taking the tomatoes he’d chopped and adding them to the bowl. “So, how’s the house-”

“What do you know about ghosts?” He blurted. Well, that was one way to ask.

She stiffened beside him. “Did you see something?”

Huffing through his nose, he picked up a cucumber and began slicing it a little harder than necessary to mask his discomfort. “Maybe.”

“Bakugou, what happened?” She grabbed his shirt sleeve, tugging on it. “Is it bad? Do we have to set up surveillance cameras or something?”

He snorted. “No, this isn’t a dumb horror movie.” Shrugging her off of his arm, he pushed the cucumbers towards her. “I’ve been having dreams-“

“How do you know it’s a ghost?” She interrupted, turning back to the salad.

Bakugou decided to be as vague as possible. “It’s the same dream every night, the same person. She never told me her name, but I was able to figure out who she is. She used to live here...” Swallowing thickly, he turned to look at her. “I just don’t know why she’s visiting me.”

“Well, most of the time ghosts are spirits that are still tied to this world in some way. People believe they have unfinished business, something they need to do before they can pass on.” Mina looked thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe she has regrets?”

Grunting, he went back to chopping. “I don’t know, it’s weird. She said she picked me because she tried Kirishima and she couldn’t reach him or whatever.”

“Maybe she thinks you're cute, Bakubabe.” Mina teased him.

“Fuck you.”

“Okay, alright, sorry!” Mina held up her hands in surrender. “So, she’s here somewhere, huh? I wonder why she hasn’t appeared to you outside of your dreams.”

“No idea. I wish she would though, I haven’t slept right since we moved in.”

“Do you know what happened to her?” 

Bakugou stopped chopping, thinking back to the other day at the cat cafe.

“I was working the late shift that night, and Y/N was home alone.” Shinsou rubbed his face, leaning back in his chair. “There had been a bunch of break ins in the area, so I told her to lock the door and leave the light and the TV on in the living room, that way it looked like someone was up. They must have been watching the house though, because it didn’t deter them.”

Bakugou swallowed thickly, his eyes glued to Shinsou as he stared down at the cup of water Kaminari had gotten him. He felt rage bubbling up in his chest, and he had to talk himself out of going to find whoever did this to you and making them pay. 

“Oh no, Shinsou, I’m so sorry.” Kaminari put his hand on his shoulder. “Did they catch who did it?”

Nodding, Shinsou finally looked up, eyes meeting Bakugou’s. “It was two guys. One of them turned themselves in, and the police were able to catch the other that way. They apparently had never agreed on killing anyone, they were just supposed to be looting. Not like they would have gotten a lot from us anyway, unless they had a thing for Siouxsie and the Banshees records and Funko Pops.”

“How-” Bakugou said suddenly, before closing his mouth and shaking his head. He didn’t really want to know.

“Shot her.” Shinsou said stiffly. 

“Fuck.” Kaminari breathed. 

“What does she say to you.” Bakugou blinked at the purple-haired man, realizing he was speaking to him. 

“Mostly she makes fun of me.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he sat back in the chair. “She was telling me how she missed you, wanted me to introduce you to Pikachu over here.” He nodded his chin at Kaminari. “Said you needed some sunshine or some shit.”

Snorting, Shinsou’s lip curled into a half smile. “Sounds like her.”

“So what now?” Kaminari asked. “Why is she visiting you?”

“Hell if I know. She mentioned this place and you and I kind of just wanted to see if I was making it all up in my head or something.”

“It’s kind of hard to believe. I don’t really know what to make of it.” Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Shinsou sighed. “I know you’re telling me the truth, though. Sorry for yelling at you.”

“Tch. It’s fine.” Bakugou didn’t blame the guy, honestly. 

“I think you should talk to Mina,” Kaminari said suddenly. “She knows a lot about this kind of stuff for some reason. She tried burning that sage, remember?”

“She told me she didn’t think it worked.”

“Sage is used for cleansing. It’s supposed to ward off evil. I don’t think Y/N fits the description.” Shinsou hummed. “She’s a soft hearted nerd.”

Mina gasped, eyes wide. “That’s so awful. That’s why this place feels so sad.” She turned back to the salad in front of her. “We should have a séance.”

Bakugou made a face, picturing that scene from Beetlejuice. “No one is going to be singing that god damn Banana Boat song at my kitchen table, fuck that.”

Snorting, Mina rolled her eyes. “You watch too many movies.” 

When the vegetables were chopped, he moved to the sink to wash his hands. “What will that do?”

“A séance? It’s a way to communicate with the dead. Maybe we can get her to come forward and speak to us, we can try to find out what she wants.”

Bakugou couldn’t explain the flash of panic that he felt suddenly. “Is that...going to get rid of her?”

His pink-haired friend blinked at him owlishly. “You don’t want her to go, do you?” 

He didn’t really have an answer to that, his ears burning hot. He shifted uncomfortably and snapped his mouth closed.

“You like her.” 

It was just a statement, and he couldn’t form the words to deny it. His embarrassment turned quickly to fury when he saw the look of pity in her eyes. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, Katsuki.” She reached out to touch his shoulder and he jerked away. “You can’t-”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t fucking do.” He seethed. “And don’t call me that.”

“She’s dead, Bakugou.”

“You think I don’t know that already? Do I look stupid?” He was trying to keep from lashing out, his hands forming into fists at his side. He could feel himself shaking.

“What is going on here?” Kirishima asked from the doorway, brows furrowed. He looked between his two friends, arms crossed across his chest.

Bakugou shot Mina a pleading look. She quirked her brow in confusion, until she finally caught on. “You didn’t tell him? Bakugou, he lives here too, he has a right to know.”

“Shut up! I know that! I just...haven’t gotten around to it.”

“Tell me what?” Kirishima looked even more confused.

Kaminari chose that moment to waltz into the kitchen, bypassing everyone and plucking a piece of cucumber from the salad on the counter. He shoved it in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Everyone watched him, Bakugou more wary than the rest, until he spun around and shot finger guns at Kirishima. “Your house is haunted, my friend.”

--

Bakugou opened the front door to see Shinsou standing on his front porch, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

The ash blonde shared the sentiment.

Mina was in the dining area, draping a black tablecloth over the table and setting up candles. Kaminari was bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet, relaxing infinitesimally when Shinsou walked in the room behind Bakugou.

“Hey, Hitoshi.”

Oh, they were on a first name basis already.

It had been a week since the barbeque, and his forced confession to Kirishima about what had been going on since they’d moved into the house.

Kirishima had taken the news way better than he’d expected.

“Oh, you’ve seen her too?”

“What?” Bakugou froze, his eyebrows disappearing into his hair.

“I mean, I keep seeing shit out of the corner of my eye, and I thought I was going crazy or something.” He shrugged, helping Sero set the plates on the table. “I’d blink and she’d be gone. I guess I kind of got used to it after a while. I never felt scared or anything like that, and she never bothered me. It was like she was just watching.”

“She thinks you’re nice,” Bakugou mumbled, slumping into a chair.

Kirishima chuckled. “I am nice, bro.”

The rest of the evening had consisted of everyone bothering him with questions, and Mina preparing everyone for tonight’s séance. Kaminari had insisted that Shinsou should participate, and Mina had agreed, saying it would help to have someone close to her in the room. She had decided to drop the subject of Bakugou’s other admission, the one only she had heard.

He was kind of in love with you. 

It was selfish, wasn’t it? You didn’t belong here anymore, and he couldn’t have a relationship with you. He would drive himself crazy if he tried to keep going the way he had been, running on little to no sleep and burying himself in his textbooks, spending his free time researching the paranormal and diving into the dark recesses of the web. When he caught himself on a questionable website that talked about resurrection and spells he knew he’d taken a turn down a road he didn’t want to travel. 

He wanted to go back in time, to meet you before your death. Maybe you would have dated him, and you wouldn’t have lived in this house with Shinsou. You wouldn’t have been here when those assholes broke in. You’d still be alive.

Kirishima’s warm hand resting on his shoulder shook him from his thoughts. “You alright, man?”

He shrugged his friend’s hand away. “Peachy. Can we get this over with?”

Shinsou hummed in agreement. “It feels really weird to be in this house with other people’s stuff.” He didn’t need to mention how uncomfortable it felt to be in this place with everything that happened, but he didn’t have to. It was written all over his face.

Mina was lighting candles and calling everyone to the table, her normally bright and cheery expression gone, replaced with a serious and forlorn look. Kaminari introduced Shinsou to all their friends as they all took their seats, Mina at one end of the table and Bakugou at the other.

“Did you bring something of hers?” Mina asked Shinsou.

The purple-haired man nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small battered book. “Her notebook. She carried it around with her and wrote down things to remember, stupid poems, little doodles.” He handed it to Kaminari, who passed it to Mina. “Also, I have this photo, I don’t know if it helps.”

He turned it to show it to Bakugou, and he felt his chest ache. You were smiling, wearing a ridiculous maid’s outfit, your hair frizzed out with a little white bonnet pinned to it. Shinsou stood beside you, wearing a plague doctor’s mask and a button up coat. 

“Halloween a few years ago. She was Magenta from Rocky Horror, and I refused to wear fishnets and heels to be her Dr. Frank-N-Furter.” A small smile appeared on his face. “She was a riot.” He leaned forward and placed the photo next to the notebook in the center of the table.

“That’s perfect, Shinsou, thank you.” Mina said quietly. “Okay everyone, phones off. When you’re ready, take the hand of the person next to you. It’s very important that we keep the circle closed until we’re done, so don’t let go.”

Bakugou grumbled, switching his phone off. He rubbed his sweaty palms on the leg of his pants, and then held his hands out. Shinsou took his hand on his right, Kirishima on his left.

Mina situated the Ouija board in front of herself, and then took Sero and Kaminari’s hands in hers. “Close your eyes and clear your minds. We want to think about our purpose, of contacting Y/N. I’ll say an opening prayer and we’ll wait. I’ll repeat it until we get an answer. Make sure you remember your questions for her.”

Trying to clear his mind and ignore how stupid he felt at that moment, Bakugou let out a breath and closed his eyes. He thought about contacting you this way, wondered if he’d be able to see you.

“Together we ask the spirits this night, to send us only the blessed and bright, we claim protection for everyone here, and no evil beings can come near.” She took a deep breath and continued. “We are reaching out to Y/N. Please join us in our circle tonight when you’re ready.”

Nothing happened for several minutes, so Mina repeated her greeting. 

And that’s when Bakugou felt it. It was like fingers on the back of his neck, blunt nails scraping over his skin and tickling him, warm breath on his ear. “Y/N?”

He felt Kirishima tense beside him, a soft laugh leaving him. “Is that her?”

“What’s she doing?” Mina asked quietly.

“Playing with my hair.” he audibly swallowed. “It’s kind of nice.”

On his other side, Shinsou jerked his arm. “She just pinched me. Typical.” He snorted, chuckling fondly.

Kaminari squeaked, saying it felt like she kissed his cheek. Mina felt her squeeze her shoulder. Sero felt her tug on the ends of his hair.

Shinsou hummed. “She probably thinks you need a haircut. She used to do that to me a lot, too.”

“Y/N, are you with us?” Mina’s voice rang out into the room.

Bakugou opened his eyes, watching as Mina leaned over the board in front of her, a surprised expression on her face as the planchette began to wiggle. 

“She says yes.” Her head snapped up, smiling at all of them. “Okay, who has the first question?”

“I’ll go!” Kirishima said cheerfully. Clearing his throat nervously, he smiled that shark toothed grin of his. “Hey, Y/N. Uh, have you been hanging around and watching me work out?”

Scoffing, Bakugou turned his attention back to Mina. She watched the planchette move, snorting when it stopped moving. “She said ‘sick gains’.” 

Kirishima blushed the color of his hair. “She noticed!”

“Shut up, shitty hair. Who’s next?” Bakugou tried to tamp down the spike of jealousy he felt knowing you had been spying on his best friend.

“My turn!” Kaminari grinned. “I was going to just feed you a pickup line, but Shinsou said no, so I just wanted to thank you for helping me find him. He’s pretty great.”

The planchette wiggled again. “She said ‘notebook’.”

Shinsou sighed. “She wrote down pickup lines in it all the time. I think she wants you to look at them.”

“Yes! Oh man, so cool. Thank you Y/N!”

“She said ‘be happy’. Aw, that’s so nice!” Mina looked at Shinsou. “You want to go?”

Nodding, Shinsou closed his eyes. “Do you forgive me?”

“‘Not your fault.’” Mina read.

“But it is! If I would have been home-” He stopped when the table shook slightly. 

“She moved it to the ‘no’, Shinsou. She doesn’t blame you. I think that’s a good sign you should stop blaming yourself.”

The purple-haired man’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He seemed to look a little less haunted, like he was finally going to accept it.

Sero cleared his throat. “Hi Y/N, we don’t know each other, but I wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened to you. I’ve heard some nice things, I think you would have been a great addition to the squad.”

“It says…” Mina took a minute to follow the rapidly moving heart shaped piece of wood. “‘Beat you at Mario Kart’.”

The whole table laughed, except for Bakugou. He was too busy thinking about his question, his gut wrenching and heart squeezing in his chest. 

“Bakugou?”

Clearing his throat, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. He felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck, and he knew it was because you were near. “Why are you still here? Don’t you want to move on?” He hated asking. He didn’t want the answer.

He felt you move away, his body relaxing slightly, his eyes trained on the board. He couldn’t read it from here, but he could see the planchette move. 

“‘I’m not ready.’”

“Why?” Bakugou heard himself asking.

The entire room was quiet, everyone waiting with bated breath. 

“‘I’m waiting for you, Katsu.’”

[thebeeduo]

Ranboo: That's fine. That was on the ground by the way

Tubbo: I copped (the merch)

Ranboo: Wow, look at this. That is incredibly

Tubbo: I copped the merch! I'm not on brand

Ranboo: You too can cop the merch September 5th! *thumbs up*

Tubbo: *thumbs up*

Ranboo: That was good. That was a good transition

Tubbo: *laughs*

Ranboo: That was a good (transition)

[Lag]

Tubbo: (I did) I fixed it..

Ranboo: You fixed it? Ok, that's good

Tubbo: ..when I was inside. It does this weird thing where it goes grey..

Ranboo: Yeah?

Tubbo: ..every now and then

Ranboo: Okay..

Tubbo: That's because that thing got wet once and now it just keeps going grey randomly

Ranboo: Well, we hate it so.. *mouth fart noise* Maybe it was the tree demon

Tubbo: We don't hate me. That cost me a lot of money!

Ranboo: Maybe it was the tree demon the whole time

Tubbo: The tree demon is messing with the stream?

Ranboo: People are saying that the camera is still glitching. Are they just straight up lying?

Tubbo: That's cringe!

Ranboo: Are they just straight up lying?

Tubbo: I'll go see.. Um..

Ranboo: "It's Lani"? Lani is actually sitting right there so..

Tubbo: Uh.. Shake your hands around lots

Ranboo: *waves at camera* Greetings! I don't know what wrong with the camera

Tubbo: It's fine!

Ranboo: It's fine?

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: You sure?

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: Alright. Alright, "We're good now"? "It's fine now"? That's good. That's good. Alright. Subscribe for- Ok, whatever. Alright, mkay. What are- Ok, wait wait wait. We can use the ghost hunting app

Tubbo: I don't want to do ghost hunting

Ranboo: No let's see what words we can get. Let's see what words we can get with this

Tubbo: Ahh.. Can I talk to it?

Ranboo: I mean that's not the talking one

Tubbo: Hello Ranboo phone!

Tubbo and Ranboo: "Designate"

Ranboo: It actually changed as soon as it got to your hands

Tubbo: What am I designating bro?

Ranboo: What are you designating? It just gave us the words "designate" and I just don't know what that means

Tubbo: "Designated driver"? Am I the designated driver?

Ranboo: You cannot drive

Tubbo: Is this because I don't drink?

Ranboo: You just cannot drive

Tubbo: Yo, how ghosty are you? *puts phone to Ranboo's neck*

Tubbo: *Ranboo receives a notification* Oh. Well..

Ranboo: You got a notification as soon as you did that. So pretty ghosty I think. Alright, what's my ghost word?

Tubbo: Maybe if I just flip it upside down

Ranboo: No no no no, what's my ghost word? Let's put it, like, on me. What's my ghost word?

Tubbo: I'm designated *thumbs up*

Ranboo: Give me my ghost word. Give it to me

Tubbo: I'm designated

Ranboo: Give me my ghost word. It's not giving me my ghost word. You suck!

Tubbo: You're just not as cool as I am

Ranboo: You suck! and I hate you!

Ghost app: *growling/whispering noises*

Tubbo: *scared* Why did it just roar and why did it just get windy?

Ranboo: "Along"

Tubbo: You're "along", I'm "designate"

Ranboo: "Designate along". What does that mean?

Tubbo: Designate along..

Ranboo: At first I thought it said "among" and I was about to lose my mind. I was so excited for a second there

Tubbo: I really want to go inside now. Can we stop playing now?

Ranboo: No no no no no! Ok, here, let's use the radio one, alright? Let's use the radio one. Oh, I immediately get a negative.. sign

Tubbo: No, that's because I flipped off the ghost

Ranboo: Flip off the ghost some more, I wanna see what happens

Tubbo: Noo, no I don't want to. I feel like I've got spiders all over me. Ow

Ranboo: Come on! I want to be the one who got possessed, why is it you! Gosh darn it!

Tubbo: I'm not possessed

Ranboo: You sure? You're feeling spiders on yourself. That's kinda.. you know..

Tubbo: Maybe there's just spiders in your dress

Ranboo: I don't know! Let's start another seance thing. Let's do that, ok? Let's do it

Tubbo: *whining*

Ranboo: What is your name or are you here, answer one of those, I do not know.. Let us see

Ranboo: Are you here? Why are there so many bugs on the pentagram. There's like an unearthly amount of- There's actually so many.. Get the bugs off the [unintelligible]

Tubbo: Because bugs are attracted to light

Ranboo: Are you here?

Ranboo: I don't- It's just not moving anymore. You have angered it a lot

Tubbo: Nooo, I'm sorry

Ranboo: You realise as soon as you said it, it, like, turned it off

Ranboo: Do something! Please! Alright, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna take some recommendations from chat on what shall we do. Let take some recommendations on chat, alright?

Tubbo: I don't want to..

Ranboo: "Among us". "Tubbo is possessed let's go"

Tubbo: I'd better not- If I'm possessed dude, I'm kicking you out of my house. Go somewhere else. Go get a hotel, I don't care

Ranboo: Dude, if you get possessed, that gives me ever more reason to stay because that means I get to live with a possessed person which is awesome!

Tubbo: Noo. If I get possessed, I wanna be left alone! I wanna be left alone!

Ranboo: Which is awesome. Alright, "Say goodbye to the demon"? No, I want the demon here. I wanna fight it. I wanna fight the demon. "Tell the demon to buy merch". So true, I love the VIPs in my chat.

Tubbo: I.. am.. unhappy

Ranboo: "Put salt"? *gasp* We should put salt on him.. and see what happens

Tubbo: No

Ranboo: Hmm... Hmm... "Ever since it counted down it stopped working". That is true, you did kinda..

Tubbo: I broke it

Ranboo: You did kinda- "Ask it to scratch one of you". Scratch one of us! Scratch me! Scratch me! That would be awesome

Tubbo: *punches Ranboo*

Ranboo: That was just a punch and that hurt!

Tubbo: Good. I'm not having a good time

Ranboo: Ow! O-Ow... That a-Ow.. wow

Tubbo: I mean, to be fair, it hurt me more than you. I punched with my thumb on the inside of my hand

Ranboo: Oh that was just your fault

Tubbo: Ow.. Yeah

Ranboo: Scratch me! Scratch me! Fight me, actually! Punch me, perhaps. But not like that *points at Tubbo* You notice how as soon as I asked the demon to harm me, you punched me? *staring at Tubbo* You know w- *camera glitches and cuts off audio*

Tubbo: I don't wanna be possessed

Ranboo: "Get a professional"? I am a professional. Right? Right?

Tubbo: I need holy water

Ranboo: *audio cuts off* What do you want me to do?

Tubbo: *laughs* Boil the hell out of some water *camera and audio glitch again*

Ranboo: What do you want me to do? People are saying "lag" *stream lag*

Ranboo: Ok, that worked. That actually worked as soon as I said that. I am so powerful. Ahh man

Tubbo: I don't wanna be a demon!

Ranboo: Well.. kinda too late for me at least

Tubbo: I don't wanna be a demon!

Ranboo: How do you think I became so popular on content creation in such little time?

Tubbo: By using the- No I can't- I'm under an NDA (non-disclosure agreement) I can't say..

Ranboo: Stop saying that I'm an industry plant and just say-

Tubbo: You're an industry plant!

Ranboo: I would rather be called a demon than an industry plant

Tubbo: You're an industry plant

Ranboo: I'm not an industry plant. That is not true. That is not true

Tubbo: Oh grey screen is back

Ranboo: It went grey again? I'm gonna- Ok we're fine

Tubbo: It only does it for like two seconds. Relax, holy crap

Ranboo: But the thing is though, like-

Tubbo: What's that Harry Styles song about the watermelon? *starts dancing*

Ranboo: What does that have anything- I'm explaining to you how I'm a demon

Tubbo: Maybe the demon likes songs. Wait, I wanna play a song to the demon

Ranboo: Oh wait! Yeah let's play a song to the demon

Tubbo: Wait, no, let me pick! I wanna pick one

Ranboo: Let's play a song to the demon

Tubbo: Um.. Ok! Does the demon like "Airplane Mode" *jamming*

Ranboo: I have something. Now, here, ok. You've got yours. Now let me play my song to the demon. *white noise*

Tubbo: *starts singing Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas* When the beat drops, gotta get that that that that. Boom boom boom, gotta get that. Boom boom boom gotta get that *dancing*

Ranboo: So how come you enjoy this? Why do you suddenly enjoy this when I'm playing the music that's meant for the demon?

Tubbo: Stooop! I was just joking

Ranboo: The evidence is piling up, ladies and gentlemen. Tubbo is possessed, I think

Tubbo: I am not!

Ranboo: The evidence is kinda piling up quite a bit actually

Tubbo: Leave me alone! I'm not possessed!

Ranboo: Quite a good amount!

Tubbo: Stop saying I'm possessed

Ranboo: So how come you keep doing things that the demon- that I'm asking the demon to do

Tubbo: I literally just did a TikTok dance

Ranboo: Yeah, 'cause I said that the demon would like the music

Tubbo: The demon wouldn't have done that. The demon would've not "hit the woah" or the weird Q&A thing (ref: The "Questions I get Asked" TikTok dance)

Ranboo: Who do you think- Who do you think invented those things? Demons on TikTok

Tubbo: *gasp* What?!

Ranboo: Yeah, that's right. TikTok is run by demons

Tubbo: TikTok demons? Tik-emons?

Ranboo: TikTok is run by demons

Tubbo: I'm not possessed dude. They're all saying that I'm possessed

Ranboo: You might be.. You could be

Tubbo: I'm not possessed

Ranboo: No, out of either of us, honestly, I would be the one to be possessed.. Honestly.. I already am *stares at camera*

Tubbo: Heeughh.. I'm sus!

Ranboo: *does hands gestures* Yeah

Tubbo: This is comfy!

Ranboo: I mean, the thing- Wow so you're saying that my merch that comes out on September 5th is quite comfortable? Wow, what a great review from Tubbo himself!

Tubbo: Oh *facepalms* It also smells of sweat

Ranboo: No, it does not! I know it doesn't

Tubbo: *sniffs Ranboo's hoodie*

Ranboo: It does not

Tubbo: How sweaty are you? *keeps sniffing*

Ranboo: I'm not at all! He's just trying to slander me!

Tubbo: *intensely sniffing hoodie* It does smell like you though. Everything that you touch gets that "you" smell. It's kinda weird..

Ranboo: That's really really weird actually

Tubbo: Like..

Ranboo: I think you may be possessed honestly

Tubbo: No!

Ranboo: How do you have a sense of smell that does-

Tubbo: No, I'm not even kidding! Where you sit on my sofa, you make the area of my sofa where you slept smell like you, and I'm like *sniffs hoodie* Eugh!

Ranboo: *silent*

Tubbo: *pats Ranboo* No, you don't smell that bad. It's ok! There there

Ranboo: *moves arms away and stares at Tubbo*

Tubbo: I'm not a demon!

Ranboo: No, I'm not doing that because I think you're a demon. I'm doing that just because it's.. weird. Just incredibly weird

Tubbo: What? No.. Sympathy pats?

Ranboo: No sympathy pats

Tubbo: Oh..

Ranboo: No more

Tubbo: Oh I just got a text message from TommyInnit. All will be ok

Ranboo: That was in a group chat

Tubbo: Wait, who the hell is this?

Ranboo: That was in a group chat so..

Tubbo: Wait..

Ranboo: That was in a group chat.. That's kinda sad that you said you got a text from TommyInnit but it was just in a group chat. So that's kinda sad..

Tubbo: Do you know that number?

Ranboo: Nope!

Tubbo: Uh oh..

Ranboo: Anyway.. "Ask the demon if he likes the Dream SMP"? Will do. Do you like Dream SMP?

Tubbo: How big is your willy?

Ranboo: It said yes!

Tubbo: Did it actually?

Ranboo: The tree demon is a Dream SMP enjoyer! Woo! Welp, and now it's just spelling out words. "S" "T" "O" "P" "W" "H". "Stop while".. "Stop while you".. "Stop while you can"!

Tubbo: I.. really hate-

Ranboo: You would like that, wouldn't you? You wimp! You wimp!

Tubbo: *takes Ranboo's phone and throws it away* Knock that off! I hate this!

Ranboo: My phone... my phone!

Tubbo: Have my phone

Ranboo: You don't have demon apps on your phone!

Tubbo: I don't like it! It's being creepy!

Ranboo: What do you mean it's "being creepy"! I told y-

Tubbo and Ranboo: *stare at demon Ouija app's planchette moving on its own in fear*

Tubbo: *scared* Why is it going on its own?

Ranboo: It's going on its own

Tubbo: I just wanna leave. Can- I'm going to bed dude, it's past my bedtime. I'm honestly- I'm gonna go-

Ranboo: Can you at least grab me my phone?

Tubbo: Yeah.. I'm done

Ranboo: You're done? What do you mean you're done?

Tubbo: Why did it just say "No"? It said "no", I'm not done *scared*. I am done! Leave me alone!

Ranboo: You're not done. You're never done

[aggressivelyclueless]

witching hour

in which star and the ghost hold a midnight conversation in the graveyard

contains: secrets, confessions, and revelations on both sides

[part one] [part two]

It was coming up on midnight when Star made her way out to the graveyard on Split River Road.  It was moonless and bitter, with wind that creaked through the trees and brought a flurry of leaves down every time it came through.  She pulled the gate open with a hard half-rusted screech, shivered, and crept along the packed dirt path.

She found an empty spot under the willow tree, where the wind wasn't so bad and she wasn't so cold, and sat down.  There was a semi-comfortable place in between two twisted roots that she found suitable enough, plopping down on the cold dirt and crossing her legs under her.  She cast a surveying glance around her.

He was around here somewhere.

She sat back, zipped her jacket the rest of the way up, and concentrated.  When the ghost spoke to her, he bypassed physical sound and manifested in her mind.  That was the loudest that anything could be; she couldn't do that, not with words at least.

But if she cast out far enough, she could feel the ghost, and if she prodded, she hoped he could feel her too.

It didn't take long until her concentration was spent, and her mind began to spin.  She'd expected it, considering how far she was trying to reach, and rubbed the heel of her hand against her temple in an effort to ease the dull throbbing that had come up in her head.  When that didn't help, she groped around in her backpack for the bottle of water she'd filled for herself before she'd left.

It would do.

The ghost had felt her, or at least something had.  The shadowy thing crawled in on a stiff breeze, pooling into the darkness under one of the nearby headstones and making itself comfortable.

(Aren't you cold?)

It sounded like him.

Star let all of her breath out at once, straightening herself out and leaning back against the willow tree's roots.  "Answer me something, ghost."

(Only if you say please)

"Alright, please tell me: why are you still here?"

(Here?  As in, right here?)

"Here, as in still-on-this-earth," said Star, "Ghosts are supposed to have unfinished business, aren't they?"

(Well, yeah) said the ghost, (but wait a second.  How come I should tell you?)

Was he serious?  "Because you're not the only one that gets to be curious and ask questions.  This goes both ways."

The ghost paused to consider it.  He didn't like the sounds of it - the apprehension all but dripped off him, hanging thickly in the air between them, and the longer he thought about it, the more it wanted to solidify into dread.

(And you'll tell me about your. . . whatever-you're-doing)

Star nodded solemnly.  "If that's what you want."  She slipped a hand into the backpack resting beside her, pulling out the folded square shape of Felicity's ouija board and laying it flat on the ground.  Procuring the wooden puck from the side pouch, she set it down over YES and glanced back at the shadows.  "Well?"

The ghost prickled.  (Do we even need that?  Oh, wait, let me guess, to keep me honest, right?)

"To keep us honest," said Star, with a practiced patience.  "It goes both ways.  Whatever you're so scared about - I thought this might help."

(Hey, I'm not scared) retorted the ghost, a little too defensively to convince her.  He came up to the other side of the board, appearing as a slinking oily shape over the ground, and she felt the cold deepen over her fingers as he rested his own on them.  (I want to go first.  Tell me about how you do it.  How you know all this stuff I never told you, how you know if I'm there when you said you couldn't see me, whatever kind of telepathy that is - )

"You think it’s telepathy?" said Star, both eyebrows shooting up, "Was that what you were so worried about?"

(Tell me about it) pressed the ghost, (Please.  I have to know)

Star gave it a moment of thought.  "Not exactly.  Telepathic, I mean.  You think of a number and I can't magically guess it every time.  But I get feelings from people.  From places.  From the dead.  Always could, to some extent.  A lot of people think it's bull."

(You can sense ghosts) said the spirit, and she got the impression that he didn't much like the sound of that.

Star shrugged.  "Mostly it's just a feeling, or what someone wants.  Like at the seance the other night, when you wanted an excuse to screw around.  I knew you weren't going to hurt anybody."

(And you went along with it on purpose)

"I was hoping it would scare the hell out of Felicity's friend.  She never liked me, you know.  But, point is - most of the time, it's just little pieces.  Sometimes - well, once in a while - it'll be a thought.  Sort of."

Dread.  (What do you mean, sort of?)

"Those are the kind I have to really try for.  They don't come on their own, and like I said I can't pull someone's locker combo out of their mind.  I get ideas.  Concepts."  She regarded the shadow on the ground for a moment, prying, her brow furrowing as her concentration deepened.  She'd exerted most of herself casting out for the spirit earlier; almost immediately, the ache returned behind her temples.  "The one I keep getting from you goes like, what if she finds out?"

Dread turned to stone-cold fear.  (Find out what?  Please, please tell me you don't know)

Star shook her head slowly.  "That's not how this works."  She paused, a new thought occurring to her, and after giving it a brief consideration she asked: "That's what you're afraid of, though, isn't it?  You're afraid that I can, and you think I'm going to dig up this secret of yours on purpose."

(Aren't you?)

"Hmm."  She cocked her head back and forth a few times.  They both still had their fingers on the board; she couldn't have flat-out lied if she'd wanted to.  "I might, just for curiosity's sake.  But I don't think I'd tell anyone."

That surprised him.  (You wouldn't?)

"Of course not - because then it's not only also my business, it's also my problem.  Not sure I'd want it to be, if it's already yours and you're dead."

(I mean. . . )

"Wait, did you think I would have told people?"

(Well - I don't know, maybe I did.  Look, I thought a lot of things, and it's turning out my track record for most of them is being wrong.  So I'm sorry)  The shadow on the other side of the board swirled in place, as if the ghost was ashamed.  Perhaps he was.

But Star just smiled.  "You thought I was stupid, didn't you?"

The ghost didn't answer, probably because he didn't want to have to say yes.

"I'll tell you one other thing, then."  She leaned in over the board, her voice dropping to a whisper.  "When you shine a little like I do, sometimes people notice.  Sometimes things notice.  You sure did.  That's why people think I'm dumb.  Because it's better that way."

For a moment, the ghost was silent.  At last: (I. . . wow, sorry, that's. . . that explains so much, actually)

Star straightened back up again, reaching over and pawing at the side of the backpack without looking.  Her fingers found the corner of a candy bar in the front pocket; she plucked it out, tearing the wrapper off with her teeth.  Through a mouthful of chocolate and caramel: "Okay, okay, my turn.  Tell me about the whole unfinished business thing.  Is that your big bad secret?  That you don't want people to know what it is?"

(Well - ) the ghost paused, redirecting.  (Actually, that's not it.  It sort of isn't.  It's complicated)

Star wasn't about to let him off the hook - not after her little revelation.  "Try me.  Let's start easy: it's not ghostly vengeance, it's not closure for the body, or anything like that.  What is it?"

The ghost sighed.  (That's the thing. . . )

"You don't have any," she completed the thought for him, turning it over a few times internally to see if it would stick.  It didn't, at least not cleanly.  "Then how come you're - wait.  Wait a sec, you. . .  "

Realization and disbelief struck in tandem, practically knocking the air right out of her.  "You're not a ghost," she breathed, "You're something else."

(Well. . . )

"What are you, really?"  Part of her had to find out; part of her knew it would be better not to ask.  Part of her said it was already too late not to.  She had to wonder if the rules of the board still bound him.  What if he'd lied to her this whole time?

(No, don't - I'm not. . . not a demon, or anything.  Honest, I'm not.  I'm just. . . look)  The shadow coiled in on itself slightly, as if the thing was shifting around under the darkness.  (I won't tell anyone about your whole - ghost sensitivity, or whatever you want to call it, but you can't tell anyone about this either, okay?)

She nodded slowly.  What was one more secret, in the grand scheme of things?  She had plenty of them already, and not just her own.

(Okay.  Honest truth: I'm not completely a ghost.  I'm not all the way dead - but I'm not all the way alive, either.  I'm kind of stuck somewhere in the middle)

She cast out one last time.  He was telling the truth, and it wasn't only because the rules of ouija were forcing him; she could feel his honesty, and the uncertainty of not knowing what would come next or what she'd think, but not only that, he trusted her.

And, if she was honest too, that was a good feeling.

[dinosaurtsukki]

housemates with karasuno

okay this is so fucking long because i love karasuno so much i’d get up to a million antics with them

how you ended up living with them: 

you were probably friends with the entire volleyball team in high school since you were one of the three (cute) managers so when they all suggested living together you were like ‘sure why not? how bad could it be?’

honestly this is so unrealistic but we’re enjoying ourselves aren’t we? 

since there are so many of you in one single house there are probably like 3 to 4 people in a single room

the original room arrangement was that the first-years and second-years would be in separate rooms but ennoshita was like ‘no way are you putting me in the same room as noya and tanaka i will die’

so you, ennoshita, yamaguchi, and tsukishima are all in another room (the second-most peaceful room in the house)

daichi, sugawara, and asahi are all together in another room because they’re pretty tight

and hinata, kageyama, along with tanaka and noya share twin bunk beds in the fourth room

now let’s get into living with this chaotic bunch:

daichi is undoubtedly the head of household. at first he didn’t want to have to manage that on top of everything else but one night he was making a chart for chores (along with small stickers of everyone’s faces) and finally accepted that he was in charge of the house

he’s def the type to manipulate the chore chart just a little bit. if tanaka or noya managed to piss him off, daichi will just slide their face under ‘dish duty’ and they’re none the wiser

at first he feels terrible but then tanaka and noya accidentally break a window and daichi just thinks that maybe authoritarianism isn’t so bad after all

jk guys authoritarianism is bad down with the government

you, on the other hand, know very well what daichi is doing but instead of tattling you just appeal to his good side and before you know it, you haven’t done any chores for an entire year

ASAHI IS THE TYPE OF HOUSEMATE TO BRING YOU UP A PLATE OF SLICED FRUIT WITHOUT EVEN ASKING AHHH

when the clock hits four, its cut fruit time and there are different fruits for every day and asahi just brings up plates of nice cut fruit for everyone

you kind of wonder if asahi ever gets tired of slicing fruit for EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE until you see him split open a pineapple with his bare hands

also he has such a huge closet but if you want a snazzy outfit all you have to do is knock on his shared room and he’ll whip one up for you

okay you guys are probably thinking that sugawara is the mom of the household but unfortunately he is a gemini and therefore even satan fears him

suga’s the one who cooks for everyone but when he’s in the kitchen you had better stay away because he gets intTENSE. he probably uses this big ass knife

potholders? suga doesn’t know her. he uses his bare hands to get trays and stuff out of the oven. just watching him cook stresses you out so nobody watches him cook

but his cuisine is exquisite nobody has complaints

i feel like their room probably has a fuck ton of snacks with asahi’s fruit-cutting, suga’s cooking skills and i bet daichi has a stash of snacks that he keeps from noya and tanaka (it’s under his mattress, that’s why his back hurts)

you, ennoshita, tsukishima, and yamaguchi have by far the cleanest room though (just slightly cleaner than the third-years’ room because they have snack wrappers) and your roommates are all workaholics

your room is pretty much ‘bookshelves and studyblr aesthetic’ except for ennoshita’s CPR doll that stays in a corner of the room looking creepy and out of place but you don’t have a closet to put it in

yamaguchi swears that it’s haunted because it changes positions every time he wakes up in the morning and he keeps trying to convince his roommates about it

little does he know tsukki and ennoshita like to move the CPR doll around to scare him because they’re like that

tbh you are not a fan of the CPR doll either but that doesn’t mean you won’t play with it by dressing it up 

these three are such workaholics that there’s literally only one person asleep there at a time and you like studying there because of the Intense Productive Energy

they even have their own espresso machine and a minifridge full of Red Bull

tsukki is the best at waking you up he’ll literally grip your shoulders and shake you or spray you with water

you can tell he enjoys it and you hate it so much but it does get your papers going

the one thing about this group is that they forget this little thing called ‘self-care’ because they work all the time (well except for yamaguchi who knows how to put on a sheet mask once in a while)

that means you’ll sometimes be knocking on their door with some of asahi’s Sliced Fruit or some instant ramen you whipped up yourself

ennoshita also has a habit of passing out in random places so it takes you and yamaguchi to haul him up to his bed

you also use this opportunity to tuck in his CPR doll next to him in bed because why not?

the chaotic, noisy members of the household are all relegated to one room for the good of the entire house and its downstairs where the walls are thick

these guys are the bunk-bed sharing kind of people but they kind of just switch beds depending on how they feel like it

tanaka: hey dude, is it ok if i top for tonight?

noya: oh yeah sure! no problem!

you: 👁👄👁

suga: they’re talking about bunk beds

hinata and kageyama like to play video games during their breaks but they only have one game and that’s Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm 3

i have an obsession with naruto don’t @ me

that’s because they bought a playstation on craigslist and it came with one game and that was it

you like to play with them when you’re taking a break and kageyama’s always the one who loses and he gets so frustrated with himself that you let him win at times just so he feels good

hinata always uses hinata when he plays but he’s also the type to elbow kageyama or purposely swerve a hand in your face when he’s playing 

even though sugamama is in charge of the kitchen, noya and hinata do like to experiment with cooking from time to time and if daichi is in a good mood he’ll indulge them

they’ll even rope you in on their shenanigans and pretty soon you’re making a casserole out of pepperoni and cheetos just in time for sugawara to come in and see what happened to his kitchen

it usually ends with all of you guys just ordering pizza and you having to clean the kitchen with noya and hinata

house incident: ennoshita’s CPR doll that ACTUALLY MIGHT be haunted

okay i know that i already wrote about ennoshita’s cpr doll being not haunted and that tsukki and ennoshita just like to mess with it but IMAGINE IT ACTUALLY BEING HAUNTED

it starts out with yamaguchi getting mad at tsukki or ennoshita for putting the cpr doll in his bed while he was asleep and they were both like ‘no seriously we didn’t do it’

and you could vouch for them because you were the last one to fall asleep in your room and the CPR doll was way in ennoshita’s side of the room (yamaguchi believes you cause you’re the only person he trusts in the room)

you and yamaguchi begin to think that something strange is going on and like ‘is it just me or are those dead, plastic eyes somehow following my every move?’

it gets to the point that you have to turn the plastic doll around the face the wall when you’re studying

and then, you begin to notice that the doll is nearer to your bed when you wake up in the morning and again, neither tsukishima nor ennoshita touched it

because of this you now stay over at daichi, asahi, and sugawara’s room because you’re so creeped out by the doll and also because they have snacks

and then an Incident happens wherein noya and tanaka, who are both doing a first-aid class, decide to secretly use the doll while no one is around at home

although noya and tanaka trying to practice cpr by themselves is hilarious

just visualize tanaka trying to administer cpr while dueting ‘staying alive’ with noya

they both take a break and turn away from the doll for one second only to see it standing upright when they turn right back

tanaka: that doll just moved on its own, right?

noya: yeah, pretty much

that’s when you and yamaguchi come home and see the cpr doll with tanaka and noya looking very afraid

you: the doll’s haunted isn’t it?

yamaguchi: I KNEW IT !!

daichi comes home to the four of you trying to dispose of the doll by fitting it into a box and gets mad at everyone because you can’t just do that to ennoshita’s stuff

but then he sees all of you looking clearly in distress and decides to call for a house meeting about ennoshita’s haunted doll

asahi brings sliced fruit

tsukishima and kageyama very firmly talk about how it’s not possible which is weird because it’s something they agree on for once

daichi: well, where did you get this doll, ennoshita? ennoshita: i got it for cheap at an old antique store. the owner was super intent to get rid of it so i bought it

you, tanaka, yamaguchi, and noya: 👁👄👁

daichi: even i don’t believe in ghosts but damn ennoshita what were you thinking?

and then sugawara who has been eerily quiet this entire time brings out a ouija board and goes ‘LET’S EXORCISE THIS BITCH’

a few minutes later you all are set up in the living room with candles, the ouija board, and the cpr doll

tsukishima’s just there to livestream everything (STORYTIME: my dumb housemates think this doll is haunted)

you, sugawara, and hinata are in charge of the seance (hinata ironically drew the shortest straw and was forced to participate)

sugawara: spirit of the cpr doll, what is your name?

the triangle piece on the board starts moving, you are looking at your friends in shock, asahi has fainted. the triangle piece stops at the word ‘yes’

you: oh my god this ghost is an idiot

daichi: all in favor of getting rid of this doll?

everyone except ennoshita raises their hands

sugawara is already on the phone with the current owners of the warren museum

you: why do you have their number memorized?

sugawara: ,,, reasons

the cpr doll is picked up the next day. kageyama pokes at the doll and goes ‘you’re just a doll, cpr doll. you can’t do anything’. asahi feels sorry that it’s gonna be displayed naked in the museum and gives the doll a little fedora hat

also ennoshita is compensated for the doll and now has enough money to buy AN ACTUAL, LEGIT CPR DOLL from AN ACTUAL, LEGIT CPR DOLL FACTORY

you and yamaguchi still hate it

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