Heidi

Greta is sitting on the porch of an abandoned house which served as a nest for vampires that she had cleared out not so long ago. “And...send.” her thumb presses the button on the right as she stares at the screen to make sure the text goes through before snapping her flip phone shut. “That's it. There are no more bloodsuckers to bother this town.” she says, looking down at her shoe. She should be feeling relieved to know people will no longer mysteriously disappear one day, only to be found dead the very next, however, she does not. Something isn't adding up to the weird case that this town is—she can feel it. Something is terribly wrong here.

Files upon files of missing person reports have been piling up at the police station. People speak in hushed whispers about some circus that came to town way, way back. They say the disappearances started the moment that the circus settled down. This raised more than one red flag to Greta. She finds it extremely suspicious that no professionals seem to have been sent over to investigate the place if it evoked so many rumours to circle around. It seems that the vampires weren't the only problem this town has and that just happens to be right up the line of her profession.

As she is about to stand up, she stops. The sudden drop in temperature is undeniable. A spirit is nearby. Her hand found its way up to the back of her belt, ready to grab her special gun which is loaded with rock salt ammo that she made entirely on her own. She had run a test with it on her last hunt. It works marvelously against ghosties. She can feel eyes watching her closely but sense no malice. That leaves her feeling perplexed.

👻 The ghost naturally assumed, at first, that Greta has no idea she’s been floating around. It’s rare that anyone is even spiritually inclined enough to even feel Heidi’s presence, let alone see her.

“OooOoOooh!” She hovers a few meters away from Greta, then giggles. “I’m a spooky spooky ghoOooOooost- oh what?” She pauses her shenanigans when she sees the rock salt gun. She’s had a fair amount of salts of various kinds thrown at her since the 50’s, especially during the Satanic Panic, but it still startles her every time it happens.

👻 “Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday…”

She sighs and taps her chin, sort of.

“The Doctor was doing his usual thing, playing operation with the circus goers, and when it was my turn, he took me out. It was likely an accident, but, a convenient accident for him. Next thing I know my ghost is watching him peck at my arm muscle. And, I thank him for it! I was suffering from a horrible lung disease, and I would have been in a few more weeks of pain if he didn’t put me out of my misery.”

“…medicine wasn’t as advanced back in the day, uh, so my death was inevitable.”

Greta is sitting on the porch of an abandoned house which served as a nest for vampires that she had cleared out not so long ago. “And...send.” her thumb presses the button on the right as she stares at the screen to make sure the text goes through before snapping her flip phone shut. “That's it. There are no more bloodsuckers to bother this town.” she says, looking down at her shoe. She should be feeling relieved to know people will no longer mysteriously disappear one day, only to be found dead the very next, however, she does not. Something isn't adding up to the weird case that this town is—she can feel it. Something is terribly wrong here.

Files upon files of missing person reports have been piling up at the police station. People speak in hushed whispers about some circus that came to town way, way back. They say the disappearances started the moment that the circus settled down. This raised more than one red flag to Greta. She finds it extremely suspicious that no professionals seem to have been sent over to investigate the place if it evoked so many rumours to circle around. It seems that the vampires weren't the only problem this town has and that just happens to be right up the line of her profession.

As she is about to stand up, she stops. The sudden drop in temperature is undeniable. A spirit is nearby. Her hand found its way up to the back of her belt, ready to grab her special gun which is loaded with rock salt ammo that she made entirely on her own. She had run a test with it on her last hunt. It works marvelously against ghosties. She can feel eyes watching her closely but sense no malice. That leaves her feeling perplexed.

👻 The ghost naturally assumed, at first, that Greta has no idea she’s been floating around. It’s rare that anyone is even spiritually inclined enough to even feel Heidi’s presence, let alone see her.

“OooOoOooh!” She hovers a few meters away from Greta, then giggles. “I’m a spooky spooky ghoOooOooost- oh what?” She pauses her shenanigans when she sees the rock salt gun. She’s had a fair amount of salts of various kinds thrown at her since the 50’s, especially during the Satanic Panic, but it still startles her every time it happens.

Greta would have already slipped into her “hunter mode” as her brothers call it; she detaches herself from her emotions to have the ability to raise her weapon with intent to kill. When she does this, her focus is entirely set on eliminating the threat. It's a necessity for her because she can't let herself hesitate even for a split second when it comes to taking the life of a monster. She would have whipped out her gun and pulled the trigger once, maybe twice for a safety measure by now, however, she hasn't done any of the above.

She just stands in one place, a hand hovering over the grip of the gun as she stares at the specter with furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line. She isn't afraid nor amused by the entity's tomfoolery. She has faced werewolves, shifters, demons and many more over the years of working this job yet this is the very first time she has seen a ghost behave in this manner. A typical ghost would have thrown her across the field long ago.

“...What are you doing?”

👻 “I’m um…I’m baking cookies, I think.”

She snickers, but seeing that this ghoul hunter isn’t interested in the playful sarcasm (perhaps this is an ex-machine gunner, she thinks), she frowns and comes out of her little hideout area.

“I’m just watching you. Following you around. I don’t have anything else to do because I’m dead…please don’t throw salt at me.”

“You-” Greta lets out a laugh of disbelief, her posture instantly relaxing as her hand falls to her side. “You are more worried about me potentially throwing some salt at you rather than taking the opportunity when my guard is low to pin me up against a tree and choke me to death? What kind of a ghost are you?” she asks with a teasing grin. “I can understand your worry about the salt—after all, people such as myself use it on a daily basis...but not to season our food. Salt is a purifier—a natural repellent for you. Making a salt line on all entry points of a room keeps the transparent ones like you out. Drawing a circle around myself with salt would protect me from you, but encircling you in it would prevent you from escaping. Pouring salt and gasoline on the bones of your previous body left in the dirt then lighting it up in flames banishes you for good.”

👻 “That’s…very morbid. Why do you want to do that to me? Well, first of all, my dead body was eaten. Second of all, I don’t know what kind of boogeyman-babadook-type creatures you kill but…I’m just a dead lady. I’m bored, I can’t leave the city I died in, I’m…stuck.”

She demonstrates with the floor that anything passes through her. Her hand just goes straight down.

“I can’t sleep, eat, pee, so all I can do is just people watch.”

Greta's smile loses its teasing edge, turning into something softer, more sorrowful. “Well, that is simply how it is.” she says, “This lifestyle...isn't something I wanted for myself, however, given who I am related to, it was inevitable. I would have been pulled into it one way or another, by force or not. Word spreads like wildfire amongst monsters. One moment I was living normally like any other human being and the very next I had a target placed on my back.” She gestures to the empty house with her head, “Since you admitted to watching me, I'm going to guess you have been doing so for a while now—you probably know that place over there was formally a vampire nest. Those blood enthusiasts are one of the many monsters I hunt every day across the continent.”

👻 “To be frank, I only just met you. Just now. And maybe you were already in my general vicinity, and I would have noticed you sooner if I wasn’t chasing around the pizza delivery guy. I uh, I don’t have very good spacial awareness.”

“BUT! If you want me to be your guardian angel of sorts while you monster hunt, I can do that! I just can’t fight or anything.”

“And I hope you’re not too disappointed about not being able to set my dead body on fire or whatever it was you said.”

“Unfortunately that role has been fulfilled for almost two years now. She is currently riding shotgun in my car, waiting for me to return from the hunt.” Greta says casually, acting as if what she just admitted now is the most normal thing in the world which in this case, it is to her. “But hey, don't let that discourage you! You are more than welcome to join us while we are still in town. The more, the merrier as they say.” she gives the specter a warm smile. “By the way, my name is Greta.”

👻 “I’m Heidi! I died in a circus tent-“

She points off to the distance, past Greta’s head.

“-right over there! When they were still in town, I mean.”

She smiles. She doesn’t seem to be bothered or frustrated over her death that much.

Greta is sitting on the porch of an abandoned house which served as a nest for vampires that she had cleared out not so long ago. “And...send.” her thumb presses the button on the right as she stares at the screen to make sure the text goes through before snapping her flip phone shut. “That's it. There are no more bloodsuckers to bother this town.” she says, looking down at her shoe. She should be feeling relieved to know people will no longer mysteriously disappear one day, only to be found dead the very next, however, she does not. Something isn't adding up to the weird case that this town is—she can feel it. Something is terribly wrong here.

Files upon files of missing person reports have been piling up at the police station. People speak in hushed whispers about some circus that came to town way, way back. They say the disappearances started the moment that the circus settled down. This raised more than one red flag to Greta. She finds it extremely suspicious that no professionals seem to have been sent over to investigate the place if it evoked so many rumours to circle around. It seems that the vampires weren't the only problem this town has and that just happens to be right up the line of her profession.

As she is about to stand up, she stops. The sudden drop in temperature is undeniable. A spirit is nearby. Her hand found its way up to the back of her belt, ready to grab her special gun which is loaded with rock salt ammo that she made entirely on her own. She had run a test with it on her last hunt. It works marvelously against ghosties. She can feel eyes watching her closely but sense no malice. That leaves her feeling perplexed.

👻 The ghost naturally assumed, at first, that Greta has no idea she’s been floating around. It’s rare that anyone is even spiritually inclined enough to even feel Heidi’s presence, let alone see her.

“OooOoOooh!” She hovers a few meters away from Greta, then giggles. “I’m a spooky spooky ghoOooOooost- oh what?” She pauses her shenanigans when she sees the rock salt gun. She’s had a fair amount of salts of various kinds thrown at her since the 50’s, especially during the Satanic Panic, but it still startles her every time it happens.

Greta would have already slipped into her “hunter mode” as her brothers call it; she detaches herself from her emotions to have the ability to raise her weapon with intent to kill. When she does this, her focus is entirely set on eliminating the threat. It's a necessity for her because she can't let herself hesitate even for a split second when it comes to taking the life of a monster. She would have whipped out her gun and pulled the trigger once, maybe twice for a safety measure by now, however, she hasn't done any of the above.

She just stands in one place, a hand hovering over the grip of the gun as she stares at the specter with furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line. She isn't afraid nor amused by the entity's tomfoolery. She has faced werewolves, shifters, demons and many more over the years of working this job yet this is the very first time she has seen a ghost behave in this manner. A typical ghost would have thrown her across the field long ago.

“...What are you doing?”

👻 “I’m um…I’m baking cookies, I think.”

She snickers, but seeing that this ghoul hunter isn’t interested in the playful sarcasm (perhaps this is an ex-machine gunner, she thinks), she frowns and comes out of her little hideout area.

“I’m just watching you. Following you around. I don’t have anything else to do because I’m dead…please don’t throw salt at me.”

“You-” Greta lets out a laugh of disbelief, her posture instantly relaxing as her hand falls to her side. “You are more worried about me potentially throwing some salt at you rather than taking the opportunity when my guard is low to pin me up against a tree and choke me to death? What kind of a ghost are you?” she asks with a teasing grin. “I can understand your worry about the salt—after all, people such as myself use it on a daily basis...but not to season our food. Salt is a purifier—a natural repellent for you. Making a salt line on all entry points of a room keeps the transparent ones like you out. Drawing a circle around myself with salt would protect me from you, but encircling you in it would prevent you from escaping. Pouring salt and gasoline on the bones of your previous body left in the dirt then lighting it up in flames banishes you for good.”

👻 “That’s…very morbid. Why do you want to do that to me? Well, first of all, my dead body was eaten. Second of all, I don’t know what kind of boogeyman-babadook-type creatures you kill but…I’m just a dead lady. I’m bored, I can’t leave the city I died in, I’m…stuck.”

She demonstrates with the floor that anything passes through her. Her hand just goes straight down.

“I can’t sleep, eat, pee, so all I can do is just people watch.”

Greta's smile loses its teasing edge, turning into something softer, more sorrowful. “Well, that is simply how it is.” she says, “This lifestyle...isn't something I wanted for myself, however, given who I am related to, it was inevitable. I would have been pulled into it one way or another, by force or not. Word spreads like wildfire amongst monsters. One moment I was living normally like any other human being and the very next I had a target placed on my back.” She gestures to the empty house with her head, “Since you admitted to watching me, I'm going to guess you have been doing so for a while now—you probably know that place over there was formally a vampire nest. Those blood enthusiasts are one of the many monsters I hunt every day across the continent.”

👻 “To be frank, I only just met you. Just now. And maybe you were already in my general vicinity, and I would have noticed you sooner if I wasn’t chasing around the pizza delivery guy. I uh, I don’t have very good spacial awareness.”

“BUT! If you want me to be your guardian angel of sorts while you monster hunt, I can do that! I just can’t fight or anything.”

“And I hope you’re not too disappointed about not being able to set my dead body on fire or whatever it was you said.”

Greta is sitting on the porch of an abandoned house which served as a nest for vampires that she had cleared out not so long ago. “And...send.” her thumb presses the button on the right as she stares at the screen to make sure the text goes through before snapping her flip phone shut. “That's it. There are no more bloodsuckers to bother this town.” she says, looking down at her shoe. She should be feeling relieved to know people will no longer mysteriously disappear one day, only to be found dead the very next, however, she does not. Something isn't adding up to the weird case that this town is—she can feel it. Something is terribly wrong here.

Files upon files of missing person reports have been piling up at the police station. People speak in hushed whispers about some circus that came to town way, way back. They say the disappearances started the moment that the circus settled down. This raised more than one red flag to Greta. She finds it extremely suspicious that no professionals seem to have been sent over to investigate the place if it evoked so many rumours to circle around. It seems that the vampires weren't the only problem this town has and that just happens to be right up the line of her profession.

As she is about to stand up, she stops. The sudden drop in temperature is undeniable. A spirit is nearby. Her hand found its way up to the back of her belt, ready to grab her special gun which is loaded with rock salt ammo that she made entirely on her own. She had run a test with it on her last hunt. It works marvelously against ghosties. She can feel eyes watching her closely but sense no malice. That leaves her feeling perplexed.

👻 The ghost naturally assumed, at first, that Greta has no idea she’s been floating around. It’s rare that anyone is even spiritually inclined enough to even feel Heidi’s presence, let alone see her.

“OooOoOooh!” She hovers a few meters away from Greta, then giggles. “I’m a spooky spooky ghoOooOooost- oh what?” She pauses her shenanigans when she sees the rock salt gun. She’s had a fair amount of salts of various kinds thrown at her since the 50’s, especially during the Satanic Panic, but it still startles her every time it happens.

Greta would have already slipped into her “hunter mode” as her brothers call it; she detaches herself from her emotions to have the ability to raise her weapon with intent to kill. When she does this, her focus is entirely set on eliminating the threat. It's a necessity for her because she can't let herself hesitate even for a split second when it comes to taking the life of a monster. She would have whipped out her gun and pulled the trigger once, maybe twice for a safety measure by now, however, she hasn't done any of the above.

She just stands in one place, a hand hovering over the grip of the gun as she stares at the specter with furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line. She isn't afraid nor amused by the entity's tomfoolery. She has faced werewolves, shifters, demons and many more over the years of working this job yet this is the very first time she has seen a ghost behave in this manner. A typical ghost would have thrown her across the field long ago.

“...What are you doing?”

👻 “I’m um…I’m baking cookies, I think.”

She snickers, but seeing that this ghoul hunter isn’t interested in the playful sarcasm (perhaps this is an ex-machine gunner, she thinks), she frowns and comes out of her little hideout area.

“I’m just watching you. Following you around. I don’t have anything else to do because I’m dead…please don’t throw salt at me.”

“You-” Greta lets out a laugh of disbelief, her posture instantly relaxing as her hand falls to her side. “You are more worried about me potentially throwing some salt at you rather than taking the opportunity when my guard is low to pin me up against a tree and choke me to death? What kind of a ghost are you?” she asks with a teasing grin. “I can understand your worry about the salt—after all, people such as myself use it on a daily basis...but not to season our food. Salt is a purifier—a natural repellent for you. Making a salt line on all entry points of a room keeps the transparent ones like you out. Drawing a circle around myself with salt would protect me from you, but encircling you in it would prevent you from escaping. Pouring salt and gasoline on the bones of your previous body left in the dirt then lighting it up in flames banishes you for good.”

👻 “That’s…very morbid. Why do you want to do that to me? Well, first of all, my dead body was eaten. Second of all, I don’t know what kind of boogeyman-babadook-type creatures you kill but…I’m just a dead lady. I’m bored, I can’t leave the city I died in, I’m…stuck.”

She demonstrates with the floor that anything passes through her. Her hand just goes straight down.

“I can’t sleep, eat, pee, so all I can do is just people watch.”

Greta is sitting on the porch of an abandoned house which served as a nest for vampires that she had cleared out not so long ago. “And...send.” her thumb presses the button on the right as she stares at the screen to make sure the text goes through before snapping her flip phone shut. “That's it. There are no more bloodsuckers to bother this town.” she says, looking down at her shoe. She should be feeling relieved to know people will no longer mysteriously disappear one day, only to be found dead the very next, however, she does not. Something isn't adding up to the weird case that this town is—she can feel it. Something is terribly wrong here.

Files upon files of missing person reports have been piling up at the police station. People speak in hushed whispers about some circus that came to town way, way back. They say the disappearances started the moment that the circus settled down. This raised more than one red flag to Greta. She finds it extremely suspicious that no professionals seem to have been sent over to investigate the place if it evoked so many rumours to circle around. It seems that the vampires weren't the only problem this town has and that just happens to be right up the line of her profession.

As she is about to stand up, she stops. The sudden drop in temperature is undeniable. A spirit is nearby. Her hand found its way up to the back of her belt, ready to grab her special gun which is loaded with rock salt ammo that she made entirely on her own. She had run a test with it on her last hunt. It works marvelously against ghosties. She can feel eyes watching her closely but sense no malice. That leaves her feeling perplexed.

👻 The ghost naturally assumed, at first, that Greta has no idea she’s been floating around. It’s rare that anyone is even spiritually inclined enough to even feel Heidi’s presence, let alone see her.

“OooOoOooh!” She hovers a few meters away from Greta, then giggles. “I’m a spooky spooky ghoOooOooost- oh what?” She pauses her shenanigans when she sees the rock salt gun. She’s had a fair amount of salts of various kinds thrown at her since the 50’s, especially during the Satanic Panic, but it still startles her every time it happens.

Greta would have already slipped into her “hunter mode” as her brothers call it; she detaches herself from her emotions to have the ability to raise her weapon with intent to kill. When she does this, her focus is entirely set on eliminating the threat. It's a necessity for her because she can't let herself hesitate even for a split second when it comes to taking the life of a monster. She would have whipped out her gun and pulled the trigger once, maybe twice for a safety measure by now, however, she hasn't done any of the above.

She just stands in one place, a hand hovering over the grip of the gun as she stares at the specter with furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line. She isn't afraid nor amused by the entity's tomfoolery. She has faced werewolves, shifters, demons and many more over the years of working this job yet this is the very first time she has seen a ghost behave in this manner. A typical ghost would have thrown her across the field long ago.

“...What are you doing?”

👻 “I’m um…I’m baking cookies, I think.”

She snickers, but seeing that this ghoul hunter isn’t interested in the playful sarcasm (perhaps this is an ex-machine gunner, she thinks), she frowns and comes out of her little hideout area.

“I’m just watching you. Following you around. I don’t have anything else to do because I’m dead…please don’t throw salt at me.”

Greta is sitting on the porch of an abandoned house which served as a nest for vampires that she had cleared out not so long ago. “And...send.” her thumb presses the button on the right as she stares at the screen to make sure the text goes through before snapping her flip phone shut. “That's it. There are no more bloodsuckers to bother this town.” she says, looking down at her shoe. She should be feeling relieved to know people will no longer mysteriously disappear one day, only to be found dead the very next, however, she does not. Something isn't adding up to the weird case that this town is—she can feel it. Something is terribly wrong here.

Files upon files of missing person reports have been piling up at the police station. People speak in hushed whispers about some circus that came to town way, way back. They say the disappearances started the moment that the circus settled down. This raised more than one red flag to Greta. She finds it extremely suspicious that no professionals seem to have been sent over to investigate the place if it evoked so many rumours to circle around. It seems that the vampires weren't the only problem this town has and that just happens to be right up the line of her profession.

As she is about to stand up, she stops. The sudden drop in temperature is undeniable. A spirit is nearby. Her hand found its way up to the back of her belt, ready to grab her special gun which is loaded with rock salt ammo that she made entirely on her own. She had run a test with it on her last hunt. It works marvelously against ghosties. She can feel eyes watching her closely but sense no malice. That leaves her feeling perplexed.

👻 The ghost naturally assumed, at first, that Greta has no idea she’s been floating around. It’s rare that anyone is even spiritually inclined enough to even feel Heidi’s presence, let alone see her.

“OooOoOooh!” She hovers a few meters away from Greta, then giggles. “I’m a spooky spooky ghoOooOooost- oh what?” She pauses her shenanigans when she sees the rock salt gun. She’s had a fair amount of salts of various kinds thrown at her since the 50’s, especially during the Satanic Panic, but it still startles her every time it happens.

"Hey Heidi? I have a question" Kassidy had found Heidi again!

"The boss of the entire circus is the Jester correct?" She tilted her head a bit "I met Jester and honestly? Scary as hell." - @silliestkatxoxo

👻 “Mistah J? He’s a swell guy, just- just uh, a little different!”

"I mean yeah I can see it but he's.... Intimidating-" Kassidy sighed before adding "I just worry y'know? I heard things, some positive and some negative."

👻 “It’s bound to happen when it comes to the circus. Put yourself in his shoes! He works in entertainment; everyone has something to say! And it’s not always positive…”

"Hey Heidi? I have a question" Kassidy had found Heidi again!

"The boss of the entire circus is the Jester correct?" She tilted her head a bit "I met Jester and honestly? Scary as hell." - @silliestkatxoxo

👻 “Mistah J? He’s a swell guy, just- just uh, a little different!”

It was a long boring day...

The Barista had finally made it to the night and went to the circus. Kassidy hummed as she walked around waiting for Harlequin's Show, she was incredibly bored out of her mind but she noticed something.... Off.

She saw an entity. Specifically a ghost. It took her a few seconds to realize but when she did, Kassidy walked over quietly and observed the ghost. She wanted to see who the ghost was before talking to her. - 😼 ( @silliestkatxoxo )

👻

Heidi was also incredibly bored. She floated around in circles making random comments about the patrons that can’t see her.

“Your hat is tilted slightly to the left…your scarf is inside out…and you-“ she floats right in front of Kassidy, “have an eyelash stuck to your cheek.”

The Neko blinked before crossing her arms "you realize I can see you right?"

👻 “You can?! JOY!!” Heidi floats a little further down to get eye level with Kassidy. “Hi! I’m Heidi! I died here!”

The woman smiled warmly at Heidi "Kassidy Woods. Nice meeting you Heidi. And you died here in the circus hmmm? So you know the ins and outs of the circus huh?" She tilted her head examining Heidi "it's very interesting. I never met a ghost.. I see them sure (cat genetics and shit) but never.. spoke with one."

👻 “Nice to meet you too! Yeah, my death was a long time ago…but don’t worry! The circus is safe! My death was an accident!”

She quickly adds on top of everything, not wanting to startle this stranger.

"Oh I know" the girl tugged at the collar of her neck and there was a fresh bitemark "I come here whenever I can. Especially because a certain someone likes seeing me here."

👻 If the ghost could blush, she would. “Oh my…you’ve been- ahem…” she bashfully giggles. “I assume that’s from the dreamboat in the green tent?

It was a long boring day...

The Barista had finally made it to the night and went to the circus. Kassidy hummed as she walked around waiting for Harlequin's Show, she was incredibly bored out of her mind but she noticed something.... Off.

She saw an entity. Specifically a ghost. It took her a few seconds to realize but when she did, Kassidy walked over quietly and observed the ghost. She wanted to see who the ghost was before talking to her. - 😼 ( @silliestkatxoxo )

👻

Heidi was also incredibly bored. She floated around in circles making random comments about the patrons that can’t see her.

“Your hat is tilted slightly to the left…your scarf is inside out…and you-“ she floats right in front of Kassidy, “have an eyelash stuck to your cheek.”

The Neko blinked before crossing her arms "you realize I can see you right?"

👻 “You can?! JOY!!” Heidi floats a little further down to get eye level with Kassidy. “Hi! I’m Heidi! I died here!”

The woman smiled warmly at Heidi "Kassidy Woods. Nice meeting you Heidi. And you died here in the circus hmmm? So you know the ins and outs of the circus huh?" She tilted her head examining Heidi "it's very interesting. I never met a ghost.. I see them sure (cat genetics and shit) but never.. spoke with one."

👻 “Nice to meet you too! Yeah, my death was a long time ago…but don’t worry! The circus is safe! My death was an accident!”

She quickly adds on top of everything, not wanting to startle this stranger.

It was a long boring day...

The Barista had finally made it to the night and went to the circus. Kassidy hummed as she walked around waiting for Harlequin's Show, she was incredibly bored out of her mind but she noticed something.... Off.

She saw an entity. Specifically a ghost. It took her a few seconds to realize but when she did, Kassidy walked over quietly and observed the ghost. She wanted to see who the ghost was before talking to her. - 😼 ( @silliestkatxoxo )

👻

Heidi was also incredibly bored. She floated around in circles making random comments about the patrons that can’t see her.

“Your hat is tilted slightly to the left…your scarf is inside out…and you-“ she floats right in front of Kassidy, “have an eyelash stuck to your cheek.”

The Neko blinked before crossing her arms "you realize I can see you right?"