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i'm going to make this pencil disappear. (OPEN)
Who: a fun loving ghost and you!
When: somewhere from the middle of 4/15 to an undetermined date!
Where: in your room, in your kitchen, in your dreams or on the street— basically anywhere and everywhere!
What: more info here! this is a catch all log for any visits you'd want your character to get during the nights in which silver's gengar is roaming. it can be anything from making your living room the next sequel to paranormal activity to invading your dreams! or just watching you sleep. have a thriller!
Rating/Warning: will put up warnings as they come.
[ you have a visitor! he's not going to knock, though, and neither will he be pleasant to some— but what's pleasant for some may not be so pleasant for others. take foods, for example! everyone has different tastes. some like fish, dislike sweets—
gengar here likes fun with a jab of spooks on top, maybe a side serving of dreams and a 200ml cup of shenanigans. today, tonight, you're on his menu of delights. don't worry, he won't harm you! what kind of cruel creature would do that? no, no, he only snaps when his trainer has been endangered. you're not doing any of that now, are you? obviously not! you're just sitting there, or sleeping, or walking . . . boring. that's boring! he'll show you how to get things done. how to have fun. put more emotion into your life!
gengar just wants to have a bit of fun after all, a bit of energy, because what's a ghost type without suckling a bit on the living? ]
When: somewhere from the middle of 4/15 to an undetermined date!
Where: in your room, in your kitchen, in your dreams or on the street— basically anywhere and everywhere!
What: more info here! this is a catch all log for any visits you'd want your character to get during the nights in which silver's gengar is roaming. it can be anything from making your living room the next sequel to paranormal activity to invading your dreams! or just watching you sleep. have a thriller!
Rating/Warning: will put up warnings as they come.
[ you have a visitor! he's not going to knock, though, and neither will he be pleasant to some— but what's pleasant for some may not be so pleasant for others. take foods, for example! everyone has different tastes. some like fish, dislike sweets—
gengar here likes fun with a jab of spooks on top, maybe a side serving of dreams and a 200ml cup of shenanigans. today, tonight, you're on his menu of delights. don't worry, he won't harm you! what kind of cruel creature would do that? no, no, he only snaps when his trainer has been endangered. you're not doing any of that now, are you? obviously not! you're just sitting there, or sleeping, or walking . . . boring. that's boring! he'll show you how to get things done. how to have fun. put more emotion into your life!
gengar just wants to have a bit of fun after all, a bit of energy, because what's a ghost type without suckling a bit on the living? ]
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[ OPTION A: you're in your house, your room— maybe you have a roommate, perhaps, sleeping or awake in their corner while you're in yours. did you forget the window open? is the ac turned on? why is it so cold?
something in the kitchen made a sound, a clatter— but you know no one is in the kitchen. the toilet flushed, but . . . nobody used the bathroom. did you see something from the corner of your eye moving? wait, was that your shadow? your shadow shouldn't be moving without you. maybe you're just tired. maybe it's just your imagination, right? right.
so why do you have this awful feeling that something's watching you? ]
[ OPTION B: it's not too late— only now is the sky beginning to darken, and you're out and about on the streets. maybe you're going home, or somewhere else. the streets look quite empty, and quite suddenly, something, someone breathes down your neck, a wheeze so cold it makes you shiver from the tips of your toes all the way to the tips of your hairs. geez, who the hell just did that? what a creeper! you probably turn around, quickly, but— there's nothing there.
and if you keep walking, you'll probably find yourself tripping on . . . well, yourself ( but you could have sworn it was something like a foot though, you felt it— ), but . . . there's nothing.
something doesn't feel right, does it. ]
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[ you were having a dream— be it a fairly nice dream, or a normal dream, and suddenly? it's going bad. it becomes a nightmare; perhaps your worst fear coming to life, or a shadowy creature chasing after you. no powers work here, you're useless. no matter what it is you're dreaming, you're trapped in a loop, you can't wake up, and echoing softly in the back of your mind are cackles, slow and in series, laughing and laughing at the terror on your face, the fear you emit—
do you keep sleeping, or do you wake up? ]
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do you keep sleeping, or do you wake up? ]
[ OPTION A: you're in your house, your room— maybe you have a roommate, perhaps, sleeping or awake in their corner while you're in yours. did you forget the window open? is the ac turned on? why is it so cold?
something in the kitchen made a sound, a clatter— but you know no one is in the kitchen. the toilet flushed, but . . . nobody used the bathroom. did you see something from the corner of your eye moving? wait, was that your shadow? your shadow shouldn't be moving without you. maybe you're just tired. maybe it's just your imagination, right? right.
so why do you have this awful feeling that something's watching you? ]
[ OPTION B: it's not too late— only now is the sky beginning to darken, and you're out and about on the streets. maybe you're going home, or somewhere else. the streets look quite empty, and quite suddenly, something, someone breathes down your neck, a wheeze so cold it makes you shiver from the tips of your toes all the way to the tips of your hairs. geez, who the hell just did that? what a creeper! you probably turn around, quickly, but— there's nothing there.
and if you keep walking, you'll probably find yourself tripping on . . . well, yourself ( but you could have sworn it was something like a foot though, you felt it— ), but . . . there's nothing.
something doesn't feel right, does it. ]
[ anything or anywhere i didn't mention? a plan that's not in the above? make your own scenario and i'll follow with it! gengar will be sure to say hi somehow :) ]
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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. ]
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Then those whispered words start to fill his ears and it takes all his force of will to not jump a foot in the air, instead covering his ears with his hands until it just - stops.
It's not over. He knows that. This is like a game of cat and mouse for the ghost in question. The difficult part is not knowing exactly what he's up against here. Clearly, more than your average apparition. A poltergeist, then? A ghoul? A banshee?
Carefully, he stoops to pick up his wayward flashlight... ]
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as silence looms over them, on edge and tense, a quiet, almost faraway croaking begins to murmur int the shadows. it almost feels like it's outside with how quiet it is, creaking like that of an old wooden door being forced to squeak for such a continuous time. that's gengar's open mouth, watching with excitement as dipper picks the flashlight back up.
and when the time is right, when the light of the object is pointed directly in front of the boy, gengar takes his chance and appears in a blast of shadow with a scream so wild and ringing it curls the very bones of the living and batters one's spirit erratically in their body, with his mouth open, teeth bared, and tongue slithering out as if more than ready to devour, eyes blood shot red and glowing with light. ]
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He's going to regret that, isn't he.
He lifts his head, and the ghost appears in front of him, a lightning bolt of terror striking him deep down to the very roots of his bones.
Needless to say, he falls backwards with a cry of fear, but he manages to keep his grip on the flashlight. Its beam of light shining at the ghost is about all he has going for him right now. ]
Wh-who are you? What you do you want?! I've fought ghosts before - I-I'm warning you!
[ Of course, the high-pitched note in his voice doesn't lend him much credibility. ]
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he looms over the boy, slithers and fallows as he falls back and showers the light at him. luckily, he isn't completely solid, and rays could be seen going right through him, like a headlights in fog. gengar opens his mouth, a cold and wet breath being exhaled over dipper as he lets his tongue slink out and fall to the ground.
( it's for added effect. look how grossly long his tongue is )
oooooo, he coos; this one here is shaking with a bit of bravery, how else could one still face him the way he is? he's seen others run after they scream, so this— it gives gengar a little more wiggle room! the warning gets another hushed snicker between his teeth, if anything, and after he's felt that there's been enough tension for this moment, pleased with the terror he has dug up and the treasure he's found, gengar drags a hand up, opening and widening so every claw on them could be visible. and then he reaches, as slow as ever, his eyes glowing a bright purple ( where dipper might feel the odd sensation that he can't leave here ) and his laughs sounding more maniacal, more malicious as it gets closer, and closer, the sharpness brushing dangerously over his face—
you. he wants you— ]
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it's actually your nose, and gengar is squeezing it inoffensively, making a honk honk sound to accompany it.
he got you, didn't he. he got you so good. the largeness of his shadowy figure begins to dissipate and taper off of him like leaves falling off a tree, where his form takes something more physical ( most of it ), smaller ( less than five feet, to be exact ), and grinning with never ending amusement from ear to ear, shuddering with hissy snickers.
you. you are his favorite. it has been decided. ]
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Which, apparently, comes in the form of the ghost squeezing his nose and honking.
...Hold, please. ]
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...
...Okay, after that moment to calibrate, Dipper's jaw drops open. ]
Are you kidding me?!
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he clutches his belly and eases up on the laughing to greet this boy— okay, so all of that was definitely a dynamic entry, but he's never actually said hello, right? his grin seems to widen even more as he does something cheeky, and just
stares at him from here on out
cheshire cat grin, scheming red eyes and everything
it's kind of creepy ]
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I can't believe this. [ He's facing a real ghost - a real stinker of one - and he'd all but lost his wits. What kind of paranormal investigator is he? The team at Ghost Harassers would be so unimpressed.
Knees still wobbling, he gets back to his feet. ] Okay, you've had your fun! Now - begone! Go terrorize someone else for awhile!
;)
his tail gives a flick behind him, as short enough tails can give, before he gives dipper an innocent look, mouth apart in a whiny wail. but youuuu'reeee so interestttiiiiing thooo.
but alriiight, he'll let you get some rest for now! remember him! he'll be waiting for his next return!!! he gives a few pats against dipper's back ( each pat more than likely to start chills ), before he floats over . . . to the bathroom door.
and waves farewell, like the olden movies. him, stuck on the train and waving a handkerchief in the air to say goodbye to his loved one. good bye!! good bye . . . . ! there he goes, seeming to disappear bit by bit while phasing through the bathroom door.
if he's still in the house or not, you'll figure it out :) at least he's going to be more keen on pranks rather than jumpscares! ]