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He was resting back on the roof, just like he had before he (stop, don’t think about it, you don’t know what you might do if you do...) but he definitely wasn’t expecting to see someone notice him, and come over.
“HI! I saw that there was a new ghost here, and I was hoping to know how you died? If that isn’t too traumatic for you.” what?
A brief description of this person for you, they had dark red hair, that somehow also seemed green, and a black and fabric version of those medical masks. They had an oversized hoodie, with fur lining around the collar, worn below the collar of a normal t-shirt. And... a beanie? Yes. a green beanie with pink cat ears, worn behind... Horns?? Small little horns that looked like cat ears, if they weren’t too close on the forehead, and pitch black, sucking in the light, same with their halo, and small chibi feathered wings, as well as... A bunny tail, with the exact same characteristics.
“I’m sorry, but who are you? Is this part of your quirk?” because that would be a very weird quirk, to have all of those mutations and not be able to use them that much.
At his question, they giggle, a sweet, tinkling thing that sounds so of this world, and so otherworldly, that he is thrown for a loop at it.
“No silly, I don’t have a quirk, I’m just one of the many gods in your worlds.” okayyyyy, that seems like a lot of denial there, but before he can respond to that, they pipe in and say, “And I am not in denial, but, I’m also one of the gods of death, so being the one that deals with ghosts, I -naturally- have to be able to see them!” oh god did they just respond to his thoughts?? Shoot, they just broke the fourth wall... eh, I’ll patch it later.
“So why are you talking to me? I bet you could talk to a lot more interesting ghosts.” as he says this, he curls up a little more, hugging his knees while staring out and into the city skyline.
“Because they’re all dead” at that, his head whips toward them, hearing a joke, or at least it seems to be one.
“What?”
“No seriously, most moved on to the afterlife, and you look like you could use someone to talk to, so I figured I would talk to you, and see if you want to be vengeful or haunted or with your loved ones.” okay, even more of a ‘wait, what?!’
“Oh yeah, I should probably explain.” No sh*t sherlock! (sorry, too much fourth wall break, patching that right now)
“What I mean, is do you want to be vengeful, as in those ghosts in movies that try to harm/kill others, as well as make very big inconveniences, or haunted, like you cause minor inconveniences, and protect an area, or person. OR you can be with your loved ones, which means you kinda become a guardian spirit thing? Idk, not many people go that route.”
“I’m so sorry, but how do you know all this? And why me?” he asks, looking confused, sad, angry, and a whole ton of other emotions.
“Well, that's because I’m one of the gods of the dead! More specifically the god of the enraged and forgotten dead, and the torturous death! I am what humanity fears as death, and pain. Does that help explain it?” they say, tilting their head, and he has just realized, their mask doesn’t move when they talk. It should be moving, but it is as still as, and pardon my joke, the dead.
“No, not really, but thanks.” he says, slightly unnerved.
“Now, what type of ghost would you like to be? I would personally go with vengeful, they’re stronger, and you don’t actually need to be all that revenge seeking, you just need to cause some minor inconveniences, as well as chaos. But it's up to you!” they say, a slight flair in their words as they spread their arms wide, bouncing up and down a little bit.
At this point, he thinks long and hard, because who knows if he will be able to go back on this after it's done? (me, I know, but I’m not telling)
Ultimately, he reaches his decision.
“I think, I would like to become a vengeful ghost, please.” at that, their wings flare, and grow, becoming huge, and blocking out most of the light from the street lamps below them, leaving only the bright scarlet of their eyes and wings as some of the only lights.
“G҉̸̷̨̯͙̭͕̪̲͙̌̀ͮ́ͭ̂̐͝҉̴̧͈̠̞͈̞̼͈̥͚̺͇̟͍͆̊̈́ͣͣ́͐̀ͯ̌̀ͫ̕͜҉̥̣̱̪̬̠̐ͣ̾ͬÓ̶̴̧̝̗̣̥̣̬̹̦̲̬̼͉̻̼̗̠̄ͪ͊ͯͣ̓ͦ̏̍̿͐ͩ̈ͪ͗͢͠͠͝ͅO̹̤̫̗̬͓̖̺ͫ̌̈́ͪ͆͑́ͥ̓͗͘͟D” They say, mask falling down, revealing a wide sharp grin stretching their face, almost splitting it in half.
“J̶̷̡̧̢̡̛͚͙̣̻͕̬̫̹͇̩̙̟̬̱͖̭̱̬͎̰̲̩̫̣̗̩̒͊̄̊̽ͬ̅ͣ̈́̓̑̀̃͊ͫ̋̆͑̔̍̆̔ͥ̅̈̑ͮ̒̅́̍̍ͩ̄ͩ͒̿ͥ̽͛͗̿͆̂̆ͫ̕͜͢͜͢͢Ů̵̢͕͇̯̯͍̳̲̩̻̝͉͖͉̜̝̙̻̳͚̝̰͕̈̄̎̊ͯ̄͑́ͣ̄̂̔̀ͦͧ̌̈ͣ̇̐̋̌̈̅̆͒̋͐̾ͩ̐̿͐̄̓ͤ̚͟͢͟͞҉͈̞͇͂̇ͥ̍͋͑ͩ̌ͦͭͬ̕S̸̛̛̛̘̦̫͚͕̖̤̩͎͎̣͍̲̭̟̠̲̬͎̻͈̖̤͓̱͆̉ͩ̋ͪ̑ͮ̄͛ͩͤͭͪ̀̏̔͑̿ͧ͂̈͑̆̾̾͊̂̀ͯ̾ͤͩͫͥ̔͊ͪͤ͂̚̕͟͜͡͡T̸̸̨̨̨̫̟̥͇̼͙̺̳̤͕̦̭̮̱͉̰̿̍̀ͩͥ̆͒ͮͫ̕͠͡͡҉̴̡̢̨̲̟̖͖͕͚̗͍̣̣̀̐̓̐̎̊͗̀͊̓͊̇̓̍ͨ͘̚͜͞͡͡ ̵̶̵̧̧̨̹͉͖̗̼͎͖̟̭̰̟͙̙̯̞͍͍͈̠̑̄̽̋͐͂̿̽̉̌̐̉͒͊̅̃ͬ̐̉ͫ̽ͥ̀̅̅ͦ͒͒̍̇̚̕̚͢͞͞͡͡ͅS̷̛͉͉̣̞̼̫̮͙̝̳͙͎͚͖̲͚ͥ̾̆̔̈́͒̔ͥͯͯͭ̎̃̈́̓͂̅ͣ̃͛̆̒͒̄̊́̕͢͜͝͞͞҉̧̗̆͐̋̐́I̸̢̢̲̱͓̖͕̠̼͓̗̞̼̼̲̲̹̻̗̩͂ͪ̈̐ͮ͆ͣ́̔͋̌̅͊̉̑ͪͩͯ͌̃ͭͫͮ̅̍̂̚̚̕͜͜͠G̜̠̻̝̮ͨͤ́͌͗̅̈́͆̒͘҉̴̧̛̛͚̬̝̝̥̙͉̰͕̖ͦ͛̐̇ͧͩ̀̆́̄̀̊̒͜͜͠ͅŅ̸̶̷͇͖̦̻̱̝̺̖͚̼̠͖̠̒̇ͨ̔̈͆̌̀̃ͫ̓̓̓́̀̓͊̊ͥ͗ͣͣ͝͝ ̷̵̴̨̢̧͈͈̺̙̠̪̫̤̥̤̫͋̆̌ͨͮ̄ͭ͐̌̈́̉̌͆ͯ̀̚͞͡Ḩ̶̨̛͕̪͉̤̠̝̤̲̀́ͮ̒̅̎́̊ͯ̐̿̈́͌̌͊̚͠E̷̢̡̙̣͚̞̠̞̭͒̓͑̎̿͆̅̅̀̍̊͠͡͡R̷̢̡͍̦̻̩̉ͮ̋̀ͨ̇͋̂͗͘͞Ȅ̱̳҉̙҉͈̈́ͬͬͮͦ!̵͙͔̗͚!!!!” They say, making a contract paper and a feathered pen. He complies, not even reading the contract, knowing that there’s no going back now.
After he signs the contract, they snap their fingers, and the contract disappears.
“Thankyou for your business! I’ll call you when I need that favor!” they say, before boosting off with their wings and disappearing into the night.
Well, he thinks. Guess I just made a deal with the devil.
He looks over the city landscape, and decides. I can make this work.
But first.. A face splitting grin starts to break on his face. I need to give dear old Kachan some payback.
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