i live with fantome menaces

Byron Gore. That's me. Nothing to know except that I'm stuck in the fucking Inn with no one but myself. I had my best friend here but he died. Briliant, eh? "Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him." R.I.P Byron Gore March 31, 1983 - October 18, 2013

[fantomes-and-gore]

I'm back.

I'm still Byron, except I'm dead and I'm a ghost. How lovely. What did I miss? Or has everyone gone and died too?

[fantomes-and-gore]

OOC

Hi everyone, I'm back! I'm sorry for taking so long to return and reply to all the chats and paras! I'm working on them now and planning to post them when I'm done with all, so it's fair to everyone and um yeah. :)

Hope everyone is alright! x

[fantomes-and-gore]

OOC!

I'm so sorry, but I need to go on hiatus for a week or so. Something sprang up and just...yeah...I'm sorry. I'll miss you all! 

[fantomes-and-gore]

give me hope in the darkness ☾ Byron & Peggy

[psychickitten]

Peggy wasn’t dreaming peacefully. Every time she tried to go to sleep she was plagued by nightmares. This time she dreamed she was covered in snakes and spiders. Then somebody was calling to her. At first she thought it was in her dream but she began to wake up. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around. There was a ghost just sitting there. He looked familiar. In fact he looked like a certain Byron Gore who had been missing for a few days. She sat up with a start and stared at him. 

"Byron?" she questioned. "What is it? Where have you been?"

She remembered people whispering about how he’d gone missing. No one knew what happened to him but it looked like it hadn’t been good. She had to wonder if whatever killed him was still out there looking for a next victim. She shuddered. 

"Buddy, I don’t know if you know this but you’re kinda dead," she said. "Sorry if that’s pointing out the obvious but sometimes the dead don’t know they’re dead so… you know… Just thought I’d let you know."

[fantomes-and-gore]

He watched Peggy wake into consciousness. "I need your help, Peggy," he replied grimly when she asked. Serving the asshole who murdered me, he thought but kept it to himself. He absolutely did not want to talk about it and wanted it off his mind for the night. "Never mind where I've been. I need your help and I don't have much time," he dismissed hurriedly. 

Byron was about to begin explaining his situation and what help he needed from her when Peggy decided to push it just a little bit. And then way over the edge. "… Just thought I’d let you know." Byron clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to calm himself down. Fortunately for the psychic, Byron was still in his ghostly state, otherwise he would have strangled her. "Peggy," he began through gritted teeth. "I think I'd know that I'm a fucking ghost!" he shouted. "I was fucking there and that son of a bitch chained me up and drew all this shit on me!!" he yelled as he pointed to all the scars he sported. "I SPEND ALL FUCKING DAY WITH MY MURDERER SO FOR FUCK'S SAKE HELP ME ALREADY!!!" he boomed, the curtains and a few furniture flying up. He focused his anger on the bed, which suddenly flew into the air and threw Peggy off. 

He floated to where Peggy had landed and bent down. "Listen close. If you don't help me now, I swear on my dead body, you will pay for it." He broke into a wicked grin. "And it won't be pretty." He looked around for her crystal ball or whatever voodoo shit she used to tell the future. "Now, where's your crystal ball? I need you to tell the future," he commanded. 

[glass-spider-deactivated2018041]

running scared

[glass-spider-deactivated2018041]

Oh, you say it like I had a choice. When you’re in the face of danger, your instincts kick in and mine told me to knife that bastard. 

Why’d he kill me? To tell you the truth, I don’t know. Mackenzie’s a bloody genius so I imagine he had some good reason for it. Although, his logic isn’t always the most sound. Skylar must have had some influence on the matter, though.

[fantomes-and-gore]

So how do I know that you didn't attack Mackenzie and he killed you in self defense? Tell me, did I just torture an innocent man for killing a murderer?

Fine, go ahead and accuse Skylar for your death. You obviously did something to Mackenzie that made him kill you! And to think, I almost trusted you.

[fantomes-and-gore]

Morning, everyone

[deadnoel]

Dreschler? Never heard of ‘im. But if he killed you, he deserves some payback. Give me his room number and I’ll be sure to pay him a little visit later on today.

[fantomes-and-gore]

Wow, you'd do that for me? Well, he's in Room 310 then.

If you're going there now, I'm coming along. It would make my afterlife to see him suffer like I did.

[fantomes-and-gore]

You, sir.

What the fuck do you want?

[fantomes-and-gore]

Morning, everyone

[deadnoel]

What? That’s rough. Who killed you? Maybe we can take down that son of a bitch.

[fantomes-and-gore]

Tell me about it. The bastard Isa Dreschler. But I-I can't. He put spells and all that shit on me. I can't go take him down.

But it would be fantastic if you did.

[deusangelus]

The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)

[childofaghost]

How are we supposed to figure that out?

[fantomes-and-gore]

Yeah, Einstein, how the hell are we going to do that? Walk up to it and ask nicely?

 It'll take too long to find out a weakness. Let's just stab it in the eye. Or its heart, if it even has one.

[fantomes-and-gore]

Morning, everyone

[deadnoel]

Tell me about it. It’s bad enough that we’re trapped here but this place is boring as fuck.

[fantomes-and-gore]

I know right. And ever since I've become a ghost, all I've done is float around and, ugh, serve the guy who murdered me.

[pennytech-deactivated20131217]

Oh, I’m sorry, I just found out I’m stuck in a fucking building for the rest of my life. Calm down, mister.

Well, that’s just fine then. I’ll leave you alone. Excuse me while I go back to my life long room. 

[fantomes-and-gore]

It's Byron Gore and don't you fucking tell me to calm down! You better shut your mouth before you say anything you'll end up regretting.

Good riddance to you.

[fantomes-and-gore]

Lorelei ❇ Open ❇ AU

Byron floated through the hallways of the Fantome Inn Asylum in the dead of the night. Darkness surrounded him and he knew the creatures of the night were up and about. It didn't take long for him to reach his desired destination. The outside was plain and simple, just like any other room in this horrible place. But inside lay a much greater prize. Since he was in his ghostly form, he simply passed through the door and into the room. The target was fast asleep on the bed. Byron grinned wickedly. Perfect.

He'd been planning it for a long time now. He, Byron Gore, ghost, spirit and occasional poltergeist, was coming back to life. It begun as a running joke among the ghosts of the asylum, then turned into a dare until it had become a full, thoroughly planned out scheme. He would spend days, weeks, heck months, masquerading as a fellow patient with IED - though this was exactly who he was before he had been murdered by a demon years ago - and choose a naive and gullible patient. A doctor or a therapist would do just fine as well. He would gain the trust of this person, spend time together and get the stupid git to believe that he actually cared about them. It didn't take much to do so, the crazies here were desperate to believe in some hope. Becoming solid for hours at a time was a piece of cake, what worried him was when the staff realized he wasn't actually a patient there. But with his wits, former knowledge of the place and the added help of whispering certain things in their ear while they slept, Byron successfully gained the trust of a human being. So, tonight was the night he was going to take the body once and for all.

Solidifying in an instant, Byron put on a worried, frantic face. He grabbed a hold of the human's arm and shook it desperately. "Help! Help, you have to help me!" The human being simply stirred and murmured a few inaudible things, but didn't wake up. So, he "accidentally" swatted the vase off the bedside table, the sound of breaking glass deafening to the ears. "Please, help!!!" he whispered forcefully into their ear. 

[inboxideas]

Imagine Dragons Drabble Prompt List: Leave a song title in my ask box and I will write a drabble based on that song.

[Note: song titles link to YouTube uploads and all lyrics are available at A-Z Lyrics]

I Need a Minute: character fails to complete a task (up to prompter) and participates in self-destructive behavior as fallout

Uptight: character tries to give advice to someone and has to watch as the listener doesn’t heed the advice

Cover Up: character runs away for one carefree day, but at the back of their mind, knows they’ll regret this

Curse: character expresses dreams about leaving their current situation for a better life

Drive: character crumples under the pressure of life and finally asks for some help to get away

All Eyes: character watches someone they love walk into a situation that character thinks will crush them

I Don’t Mind: character gets the chance to say “I told you so” to someone but chooses to be humble instead

Hear Me: character tells another that they love them but feel like it’s unrequited

Selene: character confronts another for being used as a crutch too often

Emma: character professes love and the will to fight to keep another character in a relationship

It’s Time: character hits a massive depression or down in life and struggles to stay the same person as they pick themselves back up

Amsterdam: character feels like they’ve let down everyone close to them and wonders if those people will fail, too

Tokyo: character wonders about love and searches for someone who excites them

The River: character begs someone to not give up on them and they’ll do the same in-turn

Leave Me: character fights with another and pushes them away, saying that they give up on the relationship

Pantomime: character has to deal with a relationship with a clingy but prickly person and character threatens to leave

Look How Far We’ve Come: character feels overwhelmed, but wants to take another step in life and reflects on everything that’s happened so far

America: character has a sudden feeling of fighting for a cause (e.g. patriotism)

Radioactive: character battles something to be victorious, but at a certain cost

Demons: character wants to help another but doesn’t feel good or strong enough to actually help

On Top of The World: character finally has a good day and tries to cheer up others

Round and Round: character stops evading a situation or issue and commits to working it out, even if it means going in circles

My Fault: character feels out of place and wonders if it’s their own doing

Tiptoe: character makes plans to overtake something in their life by being secretive and possibly, deceitful

Every Night: character doesn’t like who they are and tries to change but promises they will always come back to their loved one(s)

Bleeding Out: character clings to someone and says they will do anything to keep the person in their life

Underdog: character insists they never have a good day, yet continues on the same path

Nothing Left to Say: character’s life is bleak in their eyes and for a moment, they give up

Rocks: character feels lost and doesn’t know what to do next

Working Man: character is exhausted and begs someone for real, physical help that goes beyond words

Fallen: character has given up on something and insists that others should, too

Cha-Ching (Till We Grow Older): character and their lover live separate lives, but insists that one day, they will come together

Clouds: character is trying to keep a relationship together and is waiting for a reason to not give up, but nothing ever seems to work out

Darkness: character tries and begs another to not give up on something important (e.g. life, love)

Destination: character reminisces about better days in their life and wonders if they will come again

Lay Me Down: character realizes how much they’ve changed yet parts of them are still the same and that helps them sleep at night

Lost Cause: character has had a fight with someone and thinks they’re not worth the other person’s trouble

Monster: character has a secret about themselves that they want to reveal, but they’re afraid that person will treat them differently afterward

Ready! Aim! Fire!: character realizes their relationship or situation is a losing battle, but continues to fight anyway

[fantomes-and-gore]

✘ IMPRISONED ✘ Byron & Isa

[spectromaniac-blog]

The spectrophiliac was unable to tell that Byron was becoming solid, but that didn’t stop his excitement. For once in his twisted lifetime he was going to have something that would listen to him, obey him, and maybe even love him. All those charms and satanic prayers turned Byron Gore into what was called a familiar spirit. Familiar spirits were known to mostly accompany witches but in this case Isa had taken various ritual prayers from different sects and covens to formulate the perfect familiar ghost. Although, Byron would keep a mind of his own he would be bound to serve the spectrophiliac.

“Isa, what do you intend to with me?” 

He smiled at the ghost as the question was asked. His body language became akin to that of a schoolgirl with a crush. He swung his arms back and forth and kept on smiling like he had a secret. 

"We’re going to have lots of fun, don’t worry about it," he replied. "You and me are going to be close. Very close."

“Why do you want a ghost so badly?”

Isa giggled, again akin to a schoolgirl. “I love ghosts. I just needed a ghost who would love me back. I saw you walking and I thought to myself, ‘Yes, he’d make a fine specimen of a specter.’ That’s why I dragged you down here and murdered you. Now you’re my ghost.”

He happened to look down at the moment and notice that Byron was becoming solid by the second. He reached out to touch him and found that he was able to this time. His heart practically leaped out of his chest. Things were going to be perfect, he just had to make them perfect. He held up one finger. 

"Wait here, my ghostly companion," he said. "I’ll be right back."

He ran off up the stairs and didn’t return for about a half an hour. When he did come back, he was carrying all sorts of things in a box. He rushed down the stairs and set the box on the floor. He pulled out a red velour blanket and spread it out on the floor. Then he lit candles of various shapes and sizes and placed them all around the blanket. He had a bottle of some sort of alcoholic beverage and he kept drinking out of it as he arranged his love nest.

When he was through primping and organizing his space, he laid down on the velour comforter and patted the space next to him. He may as well have been holding a rose between his teeth and wiggling his eyebrows for all he was trying to signify. 

[fantomes-and-gore]

The second Byron asked the question, he regretted it immediately. Isa began swinging his arms back and forth, a strange expression appearing on his face. The man before him looked giddy and ecstatic, like he was meeting his favorite celebrity. "You and me are going to be close. Very close."  Byron shuddered at his response. This, without a doubt, was the creepiest thing he had ever witnessed. And to think, this was coming from a man who had spent several years trapped in the Inn. 

"my ghost..." There it was again. Byron's eye twitched, unsure if it was because of anger or fear. Perhaps it was both. But one thing he did know was that he hated how Isa kept calling him his. Byron was absolutely not Isa's and not anybody's for that matter. He wasn't an item or object to be owned. No, he was a fucking human being and even if he was dead, he wasn't going to let himself be "owned", especially by his own murderer. 

He was about to reply with an angry comment when Isa suddenly reached out to touch him. To Byron's own dismay, he was solid. He began feeling the tips of his fingers, the hair on his scalp and the remains of his clothes against his skin. He looked down and he never thought he'd be so happy to see that he was still floating. Remaining unsolid seemed like an inconvenience at first, but now he wanted to return to his complete ghostly form. Isa wouldn't be able to touch him or anything, and that would be amazing.

Byron watched as Isa ran off to get some things and he cursed aloud when he realized he couldn't escape because he was told the simple words of "Wait here." It was hopeless, just hopeless. The man returned shortly and began laying out a blanket and arranging something really...weird. And of course, there just had to be fucking candles. Again to his dismay, Isa gestured for him to lay down beside him. Byron had no other choice but to obey and float towards him. He took a place by his side and awkwardly lay down beside him. He felt a tingly sensation in the lower area of his body and saw that his ghostly tail was slowly growing to legs and feet. Byron let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He felt so, so tired and just wanted to sleep, if ghosts could even sleep. He was tired of screaming, of being afraid, of being angry. But most of all, he was tired of Isa's bullshit. He was so fucking done.

He opened his eyes after a moment and grumbled, "What now?" At the back of his mind, Byron knew exactly what would happen, Isa was a spectrophiliac after all, but he hoped it certainly wasn't. But whatever did happen next, he just wanted it done and gone. "Just get it fucking over with," he muttered.

[shudderuncover]

[byron gore] &&_hell hath no fury

[shudderuncover]

"An army of mind controlled warriors," she replies idly, as though it’s nothing important. She’s already distracted by going through the various papers in unknown and archaic languages. She’s growing frustrated with how little she understands of it. When the bookcase opens, her head turns quickly. "Yes, yes," she says. Her eyes are wide and she rushes to the spiral staircase. "This could be it." The ghost takes a step forward but hesitates. Her red hair waves in a mysterious breeze that travels from the top of the staircase downwards. "Stay put, keep an eye out," she tells Byron. She knows he probably won’t comply with her demands but she says it so she won’t feel responsible if he doesn’t listen and something happens to him.

Charlotte approaches the stairs and sets foot on the first step. It creaks beneath her foot but she takes a second step and continues upwards until she reaches a room. In the room there are two things: a skeleton and a large black book on a pedestal. The room’s walls are covered in ancient and satanic writing along with desperate scribbling in English. It looks like someone went crazy in the room a long time ago. Perhaps it’s the person whose skeleton is sitting in the corner gathering dust and cobwebs. A phrase written in blood on the wall catches her eye. “Don’t let it out?” she reads aloud. “The evil must be contained…” She looks back to see if Byron’s following her.

[fantomes-and-gore]

"Stay put, keep an eye out,"

Byron always hated having to take orders, especially from a girl. But Charlotte seemed to know what she was doing, and they were dealing with matters related to the Manager. He wouldn't mind sitting this one out, actually. "Sure," he agreed as he nodded in reply. As Charlotte made her ways upstairs, Byron continued looking around for anything useful. He thought about what she said about an army. He felt frustrated at how she wouldn't tell him who but he hoped they were intelligent and powerful warriors at least. Humans would be great fighters, monsters and demons were powerful but could go out of control. But whatever army she had, it better be a damn good one.

It wasn't long until Byron noticed something outside the door. It was a tall, shadowy figure cloaked in darkness. He couldn't make out what or who it was, but a horrible feeling told him it was the one and only Manager. It didn't enter the office, though. It simply stood outside the door, doing and saying nothing. Byron broke into a cold sweat and felt his breathing grow heavier. If it was the Manager, he was as good as dead. But it could just be another menacing ghost...right? 

Scrambling up the creaky stairs, he called out, "Charlotte!" It was his job after all to keep an eye out. This was definitely something he had to tell her. "There- There's a, ehm, black figure thing...out, out there," he began, trying to explain despite his panting and pounding heart. His eyes traveled to the walls and widened in shock. Scribblings and writings covered the wall. He should have been panicking because of the figure outside the door, but he was completely mesmerized by the writings. He let his fingers touch it, ever so lightly. He stopped in his tracks when he saw words written in blood, and realized it was a poem. "Don't let it out. The evil must be contained. The fear will make you scream and shout. For the dead will be raised," he recited aloud. How lovely. He turned to Charlotte, eyes gleaming with fear and alarm. "What do you think this is?"

[pennytech-deactivated20131217]

I—

No way out? You gotta be fucking kidding me. You’re lying aren’t you? Pulling my legs or something. You gotta be, please? Just tell me you are? I can’t deal with this. I don’t do well with change or confinement. I can’t do this. 

I can’t stay here with ghosts and monsters! I can’t! 

[fantomes-and-gore]

Ugh, this is why I hate new people! So many fucking questions and then they refuse to believe what you tell them. I'm not pulling your leg, okay, it's fucking reality. Just accept the facts and stop pestering me about it.

Too bad, there's nothing you can do about it. You're stuck in here forever.

[fantomes-and-gore]

give me hope in the darkness ☾ Byron & Peggy

The clock struck midnight and everyone in the Fantome Inn was fast asleep. Except for Byron, of course. How could he sleep, knowing he was bound to serve a spectrophiliac, though he was more of a maniac to Byron, for eternity? But Byron was slowly learning that that wasn't true, that it was complete and utter bullshit. He could slowly, but surely, feel the spells wearing off. He wasn't sure how long it would take to completely wear off, but for now, he was able to have a few moments on his own, alone and not by Isa's side. Byron knew by now that he could slip away when Isa fell asleep, and on this particular night,  he was planning on using his free time wisely. 

He'd been watching the girl for days now, debating whether or not he should approach her. He barely knew her, aside from all the rumors and that time he met her while beating up Mackenzie. From afar, he stalked and observed her every move. But why? If the rumors were correct, then Peggy was a psychic. He could ask her about his future, whether there was "cure" to his spells and whether or not he'd actually spend the rest of his afterlife serving Isa. He certainly wished that she could find the answers, and he wished with all his ghostly power that the answer was no. From what he'd seen, it seemed plausible for her to be a psychic. So finally, he decided to pay her a little visit and tonight was the night he would.

He floated through the hallways silently, eyes searching for her room. Room 108. Ah, there it is. Without a sound, he slipped inside and found her sleeping soundly on her bed. He approached closer until he was towering over her. "Peggy," he breathed. He didn't want to waste any energy solidifying, so he spoke louder to awaken the psychic. "Wake up!" he declared.