i know that i am dead

chelsea, seventeen.

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blvcskin:

As soon as he heard his name, the boy spun around. Without missing a heartbeat, he ran towards the voice (even stumbling at first in his haste). He felt a huge weight lifting off his shoulders once he realized he found her. However, he couldn’t be relieved. Not at the sight of her because that was just it. The sight of Chelsea in such a torn-up state started a sinking feeling in the pit of Emmett’s stomach. He slowed his steps as he approached her, practically dropping to the ground once he was beside her.

“God, Chels, what’d they do to you?” he muttered. A part of him wanted to reach out, another was scared she’d flinch away. His eyes suddenly became heavy and his gaze dropped to the ground because of it. He found it hard to speak as if his voice became sandpaper against his windpipe. However, he still managed to croak something out. “—What happened?”

This was her best friend in the world, but she couldn’t help but remember that he was alive and after what she had done, she didn’t even trust herself to hug him. Not able to even meet his eyes she turned her head, staring into what was beyond the river - maybe it was time that moved on, into the after. “It wasn’t them,” she answered, voice barely louder than a whisper.

“It was me,” she confessed, voice breaking off into a sob as soon as she had said it. “Emmy, I hurt people - I killed people and it wasn’t me. And I don’t understand what happened, but I would never do that. You know that, right?” She turned back to look at him, hope and tears swimming in her eyes in equal parts.

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blvcskin

Emmett had caught wind of Chelsea and all the other incidents that plagued the school. He didn’t hear anything specific and if something was told to him, he’d brush it off. If anything, he wanted to hear it from Chelsea herself what had happened. When he went looking for her, well… there was only one place he’d go to disappear.

“Chels? Hey, have you seen Chels?” Emmett asked a dancing skeleton. It shook its head, its one eyeball rolling from socket to socket. The boy cursed, pushing through the crowd of corpses and skeletons at Bonejangles’ Bar. “Chels!”

There was a single stream in the land of the dead, the water provided solely by the tears of the inhabitants, filled with memories that would need to be shed before they could choose to be reborn. Some say it’s the memories contained in the tears that caused the river to flow upwards into the enchanted lake, other’s argue that it’s the magic. Either way, Chelsea certainly wasn’t the first one to fall to her knees next to it as her body was shaking with sobs that just couldn’t be held in.

Days passed with little notice from the crying girl, whose very soul ached every time she thought about the blood that now stained her hands. She only looked up when she heard her name being called from a few feet away at the entrance to Bonejangles’ Bar. “Emmy?” she cried out, voice strained as tears continued to steam down her face.

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stronger-thanyouseem:

“That’s… very strange.” But also very interesting. “I suppose that makes sense, if your stomach can’t process food anymore… but why would your hair take longer to dry? It’s just hair.” Wliber pointed out, trying to figure it out. He was trying not to appear too interested in the death thing, but he just kept coming up with questions. “Oh, so the blood still comes out. Do you have a limited amount of blood or does it regenerate?”

“Well, I think it’s because my body doesn’t radiate heat so it doesn’t dry as fast,” she shrugged, not really sure why things were the way that they were. “Yeah, it does - you know I’ve never really thought about that. If it does run out, then we can drain it all and it won’t run out anymore! We should test this, all we need is a knife, or a sword.”

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stronger-thanyouseem:

“A finger?” Wilber asked, his attention turning away from his phone when he heard her speaking. But then his eyes widened when she mentioned being dead and his curiosity spiked. “How so?” He couldn’t just start blurting questions, that would be too obvious. No, he had to ask subtle questions.

“A finger, my pinky finger - it tends to dislocate off and then you have to go find it,” she explained, holding up her hand to show the exposed joint. “Well, like you can’t eat or it makes you so sick. And if you go in water, it takes four years to dry your hair - well not really but it feels like it. Plus, you have to deal with people trying to put a knife in you, which is fun sometimes but the blood still gets everywhere.”

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“Have you seen a finger? The person who was in my body managed to lose one, and despite what some people believe I don’t just grow new ones!” They sighed, feeling annoyed that their body wasn’t in perfect shape, the vessel was important to them. “Being dead isn’t all it’s made out to be, it’s worse.” @stronger-thanyouseem

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raphkuma:

Coming back to his own body, Raph was delighted to feel like he was home once more. Even though his own body had its flaws, the one he had been trapped in had drug up really bad feelings he had thought he had gotten over so much so he had set up a therapy session off schedule. Getting out, he headed to grab coffee from the local shop. As the cups were set down, he looked them over before at the other person waiting. “I dont know if Im meant to be Hot Stuff or Sweetums. Got a guess?” He asked.

Not having a heartbeat again was another odd adjustment, but they were confident that they would get through it. And maybe coffee would help - it was time to figure out if caffeine affected dead bodies the same way that it affected living ones. “Oh well, I’d say Sweetums for sure - hot stuff sounds more like something you would tell someone that was close to hell,” they grinned. As an after thought, they wondered if they should even be eating - oh well. 

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“Oh my god, am I dying again? What is my heart doing, oh good goddesses please don’t do this,” she moaned, hand on her chest as Len’s face began to take on a blue tinge.

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calviinhopps:

“What’s the name of the song?” he lowered his head and nodded. “tell me what to do.  i’d really like to help.” Calvin then looked up at her. “let’s do this!”

“It’s called Spooky Boy,” she answered, humming a bit of it as it came back into her head. “All right, I just need you to,” she began, pausing to pop her hip out - it was a lot easier to get back in then her knee. “Push down really hard on the bottom of my knee, don’t worry about hurting me.”

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calviinhopps:

Calvin nodded his head. “it’s okay. i would be distracted by an awesome song too.” he took a step back, looking a little worried. “though, are you okay? nothing bad happened?”

“It really is a good song too, very Halloween-y.” She nodded, not feeling anything wrong but looked down to check. “Could you help me pop my knee back into place, it does this occasionally - has ever since I died.”

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gvstons:

“the grown ups aren’t doing anything, it’s just like being back on the isle.”

“well then we have to arrange a search party - check all of the less obvious places.”

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gvstons:

“did you hear ? lin is missing.”

“i did, it’s all sort of sad. i hope nothing terrible has happened to him.”

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Chelsea thought that the song that they had found online was a real jam - especially for Halloween time. “Ay somebody let the monsters loose in a graveyard sippin’ pumpkin juice,” they sang to themselves. Tripping over her own feet, she stumbled into another person. “Oh my, I’m so sorry. I was just distracted by this awesome song.”

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jkhook:

Jess sat at a table, starting a new sketch in their sketchbook. They  had an idea of what they wanted to draw, and after a moment or two their waterfall was coming along nicely. They smiled a bit and started to hum, only stopping when the sun seemed to be blocked out. “Hey, do you mind moving out of the sun? You’re blocking the view.”

They wondered what it would be like to feel the warmth of the sun against their skin, like so many of their new classmates seemed to be enjoying. Alas, there were some things that simply weren’t meant to be. They came to a stop, looking over at the waterfall that blocked the main entrance to the Land of the Dead wondering if anyone ever stumbled upon it accidentally. “Oh my, I am so sorry!” She slid out of the way, taking a seat one the other side of the table. “Is the water cold, do you think?”