[ the flashlight is still on— gengar will be a polite ghost and roll it back to you! he gives it a light kick and lets it tumble its way back to dipper until it touches his feet, light giving a dim flicker as it does, as if it's failing. but no, there it is! bright as ever.
gengar creeps closer, still out of sight, but he breathes out a second time. with the breath comes a bundle of whispers that don't seem to be saying anything in actual words— it's just a bunch of gibberish, growing more in wails and despair that lower and raise abruptly in volume. he wants to fish for more, and the hushes begin to form words like no no no and run, or it's your fault. gengar's found one of those always working. if you can't be specific, go general, right?
until it all stops. completely. it's still dark, it's way too quiet for comfort, cold enough to keep the goosepumps coming, and the door is still closed.
but that flashlight is still there, calling for you. go on.
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gengar creeps closer, still out of sight, but he breathes out a second time. with the breath comes a bundle of whispers that don't seem to be saying anything in actual words— it's just a bunch of gibberish, growing more in wails and despair that lower and raise abruptly in volume. he wants to fish for more, and the hushes begin to form words like no no no and run, or it's your fault. gengar's found one of those always working. if you can't be specific, go general, right?
until it all stops. completely. it's still dark, it's way too quiet for comfort, cold enough to keep the goosepumps coming, and the door is still closed.
but that flashlight is still there, calling for you. go on.
pick it up. ]