So much for 9 lives.

A roleplay blog for the ghost of Casey Hartley, from Night In The Woods, reanimated by the Black Goat. This blog takes place POST-NITW storyline.

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Official Hiatus.

I’m back in college, and I expect things to get busy soon. As such, this blog is on hiatus until I have more free time and/or the motivation or muse to write here. 

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Coughing could be heard coming from nearby.

The ghost looks over to you, floating in the air. 

“Yes..?” 

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((Sorry i haven't been able to update this blog, life's been busy. I'll be getting back to it soon though!))

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//sorry about not being here, college is busy. I’ll get to threads ASAP, though. 

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Is ghost jizz ectoplasm?

“I dunno.. maybe?? I don’t even really know what that is, an’ it’s not like I tried to touch the stuff or taste it or lick it or anything…”

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Can ghosts masturbate?

Casey flushes, a little. “Yeah, they can. Ghost jizz is pretty much impossible to clean up, though, unless you get, like, the ghost of a napkin or a sock or something.” 

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Have you ever tried to impress girls with your boat?

Casey tilts his head. "What boat?"

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sexual sunday honesty! send my muse a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it honestly.

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"So... I guess that I'm dead aren't I?"

* Casey just sighs. 

“Yeah. Not you, you, but.. you are. Wish I wasn’t, but the past’s the past, and I can’t change that.” 

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Casey. Hey. It's me, your cousin. I've got a great idea: ghost drugs. Huh? Huh? It me back on ghost LinkedIn if you're up for it. We'll make millions.

Casey reels in shock at this, but it made sense. If he could be a ghost, why couldn’t his cousin? 

“Hell yeah, man. Ghost drugs. Might have a bit of a narrow market, but like hell I wouldn’t try some. Oh, and.. Glad to know you’re still here, even if you are a ghost.” 

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Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (...)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.

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Opening post

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margaretborowskii:

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margaretborowskii:

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Casey cringed a little as she looked to the side.. Would she look back, despite him saying she couldn’t? He would’ve been curious if it was him in her place, for sure, but it was for her own good. 

“Mae…” 

He noticed her entire body tense up, and he had a hunch. She knew he was there, even if she hadn’t looked. 

“Maybe I should, uh.. should just go. I just wanted to let you know that I was still here, even if I’m.. well.. dead.” 

“d-don’t go…” she stammered out. Mae’s body had begun to shake lightly as she stood up and turned around to face Casey’s ghost, tears slowly dripping down her cheeks and dampening the fur on her cheeks.

“Please…” the cat barely choked out the word, reaching out and trying to hug onto Casey.

Casey froze at that, as much as a floaty ghost could freeze, anyway.. His expression shifted to sadness as she turned around to face him once and for all. One of his closest friends, in this state.. It was almost too much. 

And then Mae tried to hug him.. She would pass right through him as if he wasn’t even there, the only proof that he even existed being the appearance of him, a chill and a tingling sensation as Mae’s body would pass through his.. At this, he finally started to tear up, too, trying not to cry. 

“I’m.. I’m s-sorry, but it doesn’t work like that.. I can’t touch anything anymore. Or anyone.” 

The cat continued to try and grab onto Casey, her crying getting worse and worse until she collapsed on the ground and just began bawling. This was too much for her. She missed him more than anything in the world. Him alive was the only thing she could ever ask for.

Her tears dripping down off of her face and onto the grass below her. “YOU DIDN’T DESERVE IT!” Mae yelled out, bashing her fists into the dirt.

He kind of expected this, really, but it didn’t make it any better. He starts to tear up, too at her frantic attempts to hug him or grab onto him, before finally looking away.. When he spoke again, his voice shook all over the place, quiet. 

“I.. I k-know. I know I didn’t.” His arms are folded against his chest, his entire body trembling. It was taking all his energy right now to just not break down at seeing his friend in this state. 

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Afterlife Texting

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Casey just looks over at Gregg’s hand as it passes through him, then shrugs. It was bound to happen sooner rather than later. The gesture was nice, anyway, and the ghostly feline gets a small smile on his face in response to it. 

“Heh, yeah.. sometimes the crazies might just be right. Who knows what else Mae’s got up her sleeves, huh? An’ I never really thought she was crazy in the first place, even if she’s a bit.. weird, sometimes.” 

His expression droops a little at Gregg tearing up, though. He could certainly understand why he would - After all, Casey would probably be pretty damn emotional if Gregg had died and come back as a ghost - but it didn’t make it any less painful to watch anyway. 

“Uh.. Y-yeah, hah, let’s hope that you puttin’ your hand in my shoulder didn’t give you ghost germs or somethin’…” 

Bad joke, bad joke. Casey shuts up almost immediately, suddenly feeling more awkward from his own attempt to cut the tension. At Gregg’s shifting of the topic to the cultists, though, he lets out a small sigh of relief, relaxing. 

“Yeah.. heard about it, they got all sealed in the mine, right? Good, they got what was comin’ to them. An’.. Seriously, Gregg, don’t feel guilty for it. Nobody knew about ol’ Casey until it was too late, there was nothing you could have done.” 

Gregg sighs out, watching his friend smile slightly. Was he at peace with this whole thing? There really wasn’t a great deal he could do, he supposed. He bites his lip to hold back any oncoming emotional anguish.

“Hehe, dude, ghost aids. That’d be one to explain to Angus! Given, y’know, he don’t believe in ghosts, but uh…”

The fox just kind of… stares. Disbelief. Talking to his friend, his dead friend, was still weighing heavily on his mind. Maybe it was some kind of screwed up dream, or he was losing it, but if it meant seeing him again… he’d take it.

“Heh, yeah dude, we crushed their sorry asses under like, hundreds of tons of rocks. No one’s coming outta there any time soon. And if they somehow do, well… I’m ready to kill the bastards again.”

Hearing how he couldn’t have done anything was a small comfort, but at the same time he couldn’t help but feel guilty. His best friend had just vanished, and the only people who really went looking were his parents. They could’ve done more, they could’ve saved him, stopped this whole thing before Mae had even come back.

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna not feel guilty for it dude. You just vanished one day, gone. We just assumed you’d hopped a train and gone off the grid, and I mean you always said you would but… I shoulda realised it was weird for you to have gone without a word to any of your pals. We coulda still saved ya dude. I coulda still saved ya…”

In reality, Casey wasn’t nearly at peace with his whole situation. The whole idea of the Black Goat bringing him back seriously freaked him out, alongside the nightmare he had the last time he tried to sleep... For now, he was just trying to look on the bright side and tough it out enough to keep himself sane. 

“Well, hey, I bet he’ll have to believe me once he sees this.” Casey just gestures to himself, sticking his tongue out playfully. After all, it would be kind of hard to deny a ghost’s existence when it was floating right in front of you. Casey chuckles at Gregg’s description, nodding. 

“Good.. Let’s hope they don’t, though. None of us need more trouble on top a’ what’s already happened. And a bunch of angry cultists comin’ out of the woodwork would just be a whole ‘nother heap of trouble.” 

Casey’s expression saddens at Gregg’s words, though.. Now he was starting to feel guilty about Gregg feeling guilty. Great. He lets out a little, resigned sigh, before speaking again. “Y’know, funny thing.. That night, when I was walkin’ on the train tracks..? I really was gettin’ the hell out of there. If those cultists didn’t catch me when they did, I’d be halfway across the country by now. An’.. Maybe you could’ve, but you didn’t.” Another sigh. “I don’t blame ya for it, it didn’t exactly have much warning. Seriously, man, the past is the past. Feel guilty if ya want, but it won’t help none.”

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continued from here

Casey had just planned to say hello to Jackie again after their last visit, perhaps talk more and catch up, but what he got instead was one hell of a shock. He immediately, deeply regretted going through that door as he saw what was going on, face flushing in an instant as he threw his paws over his own face. 

“wHOA. Whoa, whoa, WHOA. U-uh.. okay then. S-s-sorry. Got it. Uh..” 

..Despite him having his paws covering his face, obscuring his vision, the cat felt frozen there in the air, face still so flushed it was practically dark as Mae’s fur. For some reason, either because of shock or embarrassment, he couldn’t quite get himself to just leave already. 

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Headcanon

Put under a cut for descriptions of severe injury. 

After he was thrown down the hole, Casey Hartley landed on his neck and broke it from the extreme fall, most notably shattering his C1 and C2 vertebrae. This resulted in complete paralysis for him from the neck down in the hour or two that he was down there before the Black Goat got to him, as well as other, miscellaneous injuries that were also severe. 

When he’s sufficiently emotionally disturbed or panicked as a ghost, there’s a very small chance these injuries will temporarily reappear on his ghostly form until he calms down.