Psychic Kitten

@psychickitten

Peggy's my name, psychic-ing is my game.

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give me hope in the darkness ☾ Byron & Peggy

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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.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed.

She fell off the bed and rolled into the wall. She groaned. Her ribs ached from the impact but she was sure nothing was broken. She sat up face to face with Byron. If someone had murdered him she could see why. He probably made a lot of enemies with his temper. Murder was a little drastic but she could see the logic behind it.

"You need me to... tell your future?" she echoed.

Peggy was not a real psychic. Right now she didn't want Byron to know that she wasn't a real psychic. She feared that if he caught her in a lie he'd be even more furious. She got up and looked around for her light up crystal ball. It wasn't even real. It was battery operated. She picked it up anyway and brought it back to Byron.

"Uh, this isn't my usual crystal ball," Peggy said. "It won't mess up your reading or anything. It's just tackier, I guess. So... uh... What do you want to know about the future, anyway?"

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[open to skylar's team, convo] &&_we're all fucked

Wait, I thought you had the weapons!

Yeah! Why can't we go to that great big armory you've got in your room?

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give me hope in the darkness ll 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.

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."

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★ FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND [MACKENZIE, BYRON + OPEN]

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As he mercilessly beat up Mackenzie, he felt like an absolute maniac. His ears picked up his pleading and crying, but Byron didn’t hear a single thing. He had let his body and anger take over and now he was sending punch after punch. His knuckles began to grow sore, but he ignored it. He still felt so, so angry at this excuse for a human being. Mackenzie disgusted him. Now he wanted to live up to his promise of making him pay.

When he heard Peggy tell him to give him a punch for her, he replied, “Gladly,” and landed an extra powerful punch to his gut. He distantly heard Mandy say something when he asked if she was involved somehow. She did after all say it herself when they were planning to confront Mackenzie. But he replied no. Byron raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. She looked furious at him for asking and he wondered if Mackenzie was telling the truth or not.

But as he was distracted, Mackenzie escaped from his hold and fell to the ground. Byron towered over him with a look of contempt on his face. “Disgusting, pathetic wanker” he spat out as he kicked him forcefully. He watched as the mortician tried and failed to get back to his feet. He was terribly wounded, loosing plenty of blood and crying as well. It was almost a pitiful sight and he almost began to question if what he did was the right thing or just a horrifying act of cruelty. Almost. Byron reminded himself that this was the face of a killer. They didn’t deserve pity. ”Some great fucking friend you are,” Byron snarled as he watched Mackenzie slipped into unconsciousness.

"What should we do with him now?"

Turning to Mandy, he saw her light up a cigarette. His eye involuntarily twitched as he recalled their first meeting. It didn’t go so well. But this time, this time was going much better. Mandy looked like she had enjoyed watching him beat Mackenzie up senseless. Now, she was using him as a footstool as she took a drag, as if nothing had just happened. Byron nodded in agreement. “That sounds like a great idea. Luckily, I brought this.” He brought out a pair of metal cuffs he had fashioned out of the metals he found discarded around the place. Bending down, he took both of Mackenzie’s wrists and cuffed them to the bench. He locked it and pocketed the key. Right at that moment, Byron allowed himself a smile of victory. He had done just what he planned to. He avenged Danny McQueen and made Mackenzie suffer for what he had done.

He turned around to face Mandy. “We did it,” he said, almost not believing it himself. “I can go back here in a few days and set him free eventually.” A thought formed in his head. That is if the monsters, animals and demons don’t get to him first. But he decided not to say it. “And I think this deserves a celebration. Gimme a cigarette, will ya.”

Peggy winced. She couldn't see all of Mackenzie's injuries but it was certainly brutal. On top of it all they were going to leave him chained up outside like a bad dog. She couldn't help but feel in her gut that this wasn't right. Even if it was true and he was a murderer it still felt wrong.

She was certain that Danny wouldn't have approved. After all, he loved Mackenzie more than anything. For all she knew that could have changed, but she remembered how ridiculously close the two of them were when they first met her. They were a strong team. An ineffective team but a strong team.

"Hey, guys," she said to Byron and Mandy. "Are you sure you want to just leave him like this? If he dies, it's going to be your fault and yeah. I just don't know if you want to have someone's death on your consciences."

She shrugged her shoulders. She figured that both of them probably would like to see Mackenzie die but didn't want to kill him directly. She thought to herself, thinking maybe she'd come back later and free Mackenzie if she got the chance.

"Just saying," she added with a smile.

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[open to skylar's team, convo] &&_we're all fucked

Following, following! Mackenzie, come on!

Oh my God! Wait for Peggy! *she runs after them*

ice-queen-bitch

★ FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND [MACKENZIE, BYRON + OPEN]

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"Stop stuttering and fucking speak like a normal person!" he shouted in his face. In his list of things that annoyed him, stuttering had to be in the top 10. But wait a minute…"Did you say Skylar? What the fuck did he have to do with anything?!" he asked, incredulous. But he wasn’t entirely surprised either. He made a mental note to have a little chat with Skylar soon. But in the meantime, he had Mackenzie to deal with.

Byron looked up and watched as a girl came up to them, asking if it was true. Mandy told her yes, but nonetheless, he answered. “Yeah, that’s right. This fuckface said it himself,” gesturing to Mackenzie, who he was still holding by the collar. Byron almost laughed when he called out to the girl, calling her by the name Peggy, and told her to make them let him go. Ha! As if the stranger would even listen to him. And Byron was not letting him go any time soon.

“Make him pay for his treachery.”

His lips curling into a wicked smile, he replied, “My pleasure.” With that, he grabbed the mortician’s shoulder and pulled back to gain momentum for a particularly strong punch. He pounded his fist against his face mercilessly, hoping to see a bloody nose or colorful bruises by the end of his punishment. He looked up at the girl he assumed to be Peggy. “You can jump in and help anytime you want,” he offered.

He grabbed Mackenzie by the hair and slammed his head against the wood bench, again and again and again. He brought out the pair of rusty scissors he always carried around. He didn’t intend to slit his throat or anything, certainly not. But it was oh so tempting. He shook the murderous thoughts away and decided to go easy on Mackenzie. He slowly, agonizingly, tantalizingly dragged the blade across his wrists. He knew Danny suffered the same injuries when he died and Mackenzie would feel the same pain, too. If there were any pleas and begs of mercy, Byron could not hear it as he was too engrossed in the moment. He was barely thinking, only doing. He acted on his own anger towards the mortician, towards the Manager and towards the whole damn world. For the first time in a long time, he felt in control and in power. Boy, did it feel good.

He pulled back for a while to catch his breath. He checked to see if he was still alive. Unfortunately, he was. He turned to look at Mandy, who looked intent on watching. He remembered the conversation they had a few days back. ”Did Mandy have anything to do with this?” he asked suddenly. He didn’t care if he had just betrayed her trust, he wanted to know if Mandy really had played a part in the murder. If she did…then they would have a little chat too.

But whoever helped influence him or talk him into murdering Danny, it was still and would always be Mackenzie who killed Danny with his own hands. So, he got the worst punishment of all.

"Wait, I don't think this is right," Peggy said.

She reached out, trying to stop the cruelty but she withdrew her hand. The more she thought about it the more she realized that Mackenzie might just deserve what he was getting. After all if he got away with killing Danny, it might mean he could get away with killing anyone else. And that included her. If he could betray Danny's trust like that, he could betray anyone. She felt bad watching the beat down though.

"No thanks just... give him a punch for me, 'kay?" she said as she backed away. "Not too hard though."

She knew Mackenzie deserved punishment. It just didn't seem right that she would join in though. She wasn't a pacifist but she could see the fear in Mackenzie's swollen eyes and she just couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to join Byron in his beating of the mortician. They were former allies after all.

ice-queen-bitch

★ FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND [MACKENZIE, BYRON + OPEN]

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Byron saw Mandy give him a look and he took that as the signal. He walked towards them, carefully watching the scene play out. He decided to let Mandy get him to spill the beans and step in if Mackenzie was being uncooperative. Well, even if he did confess, Byron would still take care of the punishment. Byron would make sure Mackenzie didn’t leave the funeral without getting at least a black eye. Maybe even worse.

He approached closer and heard the words, I killed Danny but…

That was enough for him. He didn’t need to hear anything else from this murderer. He walked straight up to Mackenzie and punched him right in the face. One black eye down, a whole lot of more pain coming up. “How could you, you worthless piece of shit?!” he yelled, furious as hell. The fact that this man murdered a fellow human in cold blood…to him, Mackenzie committed betrayal and treason. He betrayed Danny and everyone else trapped in the Inn. He needed to know why he killed him and he was determined to get an answer now. “You fucker,” he growled lowly. Pushing him roughly off the bench, Byron kicked his sides, focusing all his anger into every kick. “WHY DID YOU HAVE TO FUCKING KILL HIM?!?!” Byron bent down and grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. He raised his fist in the air, threatening to give him a bloody nose to go with that black eye. “Tell me.” He glared at him, waiting for an answer. Maybe if it was a reasonable answer, he wouldn’t go so hard on him. Maybe.

In the corner of his eye, he noticed someone else coming their way. He cursed under his breath, hoping it wasn’t someone to tell him to stop. But Byron wanted everyone to know. He wanted the world to know that Mackenzie Tyler killed Danny McQueen. Looking up, he took in a deep breath and bellowed, “THIS MAN MURDERED DANNY!” He waited for people to come, maybe help him give this murderer what he deserves. “You’re in for a whole lot of pain, kid,” he said through gritted teeth.

Peggy was about to leave when she noticed a commotion. It was coming from nearby in the garden. She had to see what was going on. When she got closer she saw Mandy and Mackenzie. There was someone else there too. She was familiar with him but she couldn't recall his name. Whoever he was he was beating Mackenzie black and blue.

"Hey uh hey!" she exclaimed. "Why are you...?"

The man that she didn't know the name of loudly proclaimed that Mackenzie murdered Danny. Peggy froze.

"W-what? Mackenzie?"

She looked at Mackenzie and then back at the man and then to Mandy. She couldn't believe what she heard. Of all the people she would have thought would kill Danny - and there were many - Mackenzie was not on the list. She thought he was a perfectly loyal boyfriend to Danny. It didn't make sense that he'd kill someone he loved so much.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Are you sure? Really? Mackenzie killed Danny?"

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[open to skylar's team, convo] &&_we're all fucked

This is all quite exciting, but I do have to question the uh - the morals - of this situation - or lack thereof.

Morals, schmorals. Skylar's a big fat dick and doesn't deserve any pity. He tried to get us all killed!

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[open to skylar's team, convo] &&_we're all fucked

Whatever Mackenzie decides, it’s my decision too. I support this mutiny.

Aye aye, Captain James!

Death For My Birthday - [Peggy Cortland and Danny McQueen]

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The rational part of Danny that didn’t want to destroy everything, however small it was and smaller still it was growing, wanted to help Peggy. On the other hand, the corruption wanted to make this a mercy kill minus the mercy. “You require my assistance?” he said. His words sounded quite forced and preoccupied, because he was so caught up in not murdering her that it gave him a headache. “Peggy, my dear, how the mighty have fallen.” He gave her a smile that was weak as he shivered and shook trying to keep himself under control.

"Mackenzie has plenty of supplies. Why didn’t you bother to go ask him? Does he scare you? He scares me. I loved him once, you know. Now my thoughts are filled with dark nightmare daydreams of him shooting his poisoned arrow into my heart again and again." He sighed heavily. There was a beat of silence. He reached out and grabbed Peggy by the throat in a swift motion. His usually odd blue eyes were glowing red. His voice grew dark and deep, like the growling of a demon. "I don’t want to kill you, Peggy," he said, as though pleading himself to believe it. "I’m sorry." With poltergeist force he threw her backwards into the wall and pressed the palms of his hands against the sides of his head. The pain of his headache was increasing.

"They’re making me do it," he said, eyes widening. "I can feel them controlling my thoughts." He took a step forward in an almost robotic motion. "Please believe me, I don’t want to hurt you." Objects in the room began swirling and flying all around him in a whirlwind storm. "Peggy, you never should have summoned me here," he choked out. His reddened eyes were now filling with pain and remorse. "I can’t control my own actions, I’m so sorry." Once he reached her, step by step, fighting himself all the way, he grabbed her arm and lifted her up. "Stop me, please. I know you can fight. Fight me," he begged. "Fight like you’ve never fought before, Peggy."

Even though Peggy wasn't a real psychic she could sense something was going to go horribly wrong. It looked like Danny was fighting to stay in control of himself. She was unable to move in time and found his hand on her throat. She struggled but his grip was too firm. His voice changed. Now he sounded like a possessed man. She found herself being thrown through the air into the wall on the opposite side of the room. She groaned as her head hit the solid surface.

"D-Danny!" she screamed. "Snap out of it!"

He approached her slowly. She knew she was going to die if she didn't figure out a plan. He was apologizing to her all along the way. She knew it couldn't have been his fault. There was something wrong with him. He was corrupted. His actions weren't his own. She understood that. It didn't bring her out of danger though. Danny didn't seem to be strong enough to fight himself. He told her to fight. She'd give him a fight.

With full force she slammed her legs into his stomach to topple him over. When he let go of her she hit the ground hard. It took her a moment to recover. She picked herself up and barreled into him. Then she curled her hands into fists and started punching him repeatedly.

"I'm really sorry I have to do this, Danny!" Peggy said. "But you leave me no choice!"

She quickly scanned the room for something she could use as a weapon. Her eyes landed on a beer bottle. She quickly grabbed it and broke the end off on the table. With all her might she beat Danny with it until he started to slow down. He was bleeding black. She was nearly out of breath. She knew that when you hurt a ghost in solid form it takes spectral energy out of them that they have to regenerate. The more she beat him, the slower he became. She guessed he was close to moving from solid to ghostly form. When he stopped moving, she stopped hitting. She stood up triumphantly.

"Hey, are you OK?" she asked with concern. She only wanted to stop him not destroy him. "Danny?"

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[open to skylar's team, convo] &&_we're all fucked

Hey! Sorry I’m late, guys… whoa, what’s happening?

Blah blah, Skylar's a dick, blah blah blah, James pulls a mutiny, that's what you missed on today's episode of The Fantome Inn.

Which Disney character do I remind you of?

Death For My Birthday - [Peggy Cortland and Danny McQueen]

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An owl batted its wings at the window. A storm of rain and glitter was blowing like a fierce glam hurricane. All of the candles were blown out in a sparkling wind. Through it all, in a crash of thunder and a bolt of thunder came the King of the Goblins - er - no, rather it was Danny McQueen. His hands were placed akimbo on his hips and he tilted his head. “Oh dear Peggy, what an awful mistake you’ve made,” he said. He vanished from his place and appeared behind her, his mane of blond hair blowing in the wind from the open window. “You ought not to summon a demonic spirit, you should know better…”

He added with a grin, “…. even if you are just a fake psychic.” He reappeared in front of her. “I’ll humor you, just for a moment. What possessed you to call me up from beyond the grave?” His thoughts were running a mile a minute and every one of them screamed that he should kill Peggy Cortland. He was practically shaking trying to keep himself from reaching out to strangle her or use his poltergeist powers to slam her against the wall repeatedly. Even if he was still self aware enough to know the corruption was the thing making him want to kill the living innmates, he could still barely restrain himself. He clenched his fists and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Demonic spirit? Danny?" questioned Peggy.

Truth be told, he did look different. His hair was comparable to a lion's mane. It wasn't at all like the shorter dyed red cut he had before he died. He had his natural hair color back. It was a lot longer and spiked at the top. If Hell had hairdressers, he must have gone to one to get a cut like that. He reminded her of a singer from a hair metal band. She was taken aback but still amused.

She shrugged her shoulders. She looked into his eyes for just a moment. A chill ran down her spine. Maybe he hadn't just been kidding. There was something hollow in his eyes. The way he clenched his fists had her disconcerted too.

"Hey man don't get pissy I just wanted to talk to you for a minute," she replied. "I was wondering if you or Mackenzie still had any supplies stored up anywhere. I'm really hungry. Like starving."

She put on her best puppy dog eyes.

"Think you can help a girl out? We are allies after all, right?" Peggy asked hopefully.

The Voodoo She Do

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That’s what I keep tryin’a tell people, kid. I’ve beat at the doors, wandered all around this fuckin’ place, nothing.

Watch it, kid, it’s just. You remind me of someone. Someone I’d still slap across the noggin if he gave me any sass, so keep talkin, doll.

Aw, I was just kidding, man. Your secret is safe with me. And hey, thanks again.

The Voodoo She Do

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Just brag about it, kiddo, huh? You can’t gaze into that dandy glass ball of witchcraft and see if there’s a way out? That’d be helpful. Sure thing, kid, but don’t go blabbin’, alright? I’ve gotta rep to keep, you know? Can’t let anyone know there’s actually a heart under all this chest hair!

If there's a way out, I'm not seeing it, man. Maybe there isn't a way out after all.

I promise I won't tell anybody that you're an old softy ghost. *she giggles*

The Voodoo She Do

If I had any supplies to give you, I’d trade you for a look into my future.

I’ve given away all the supplies I had but I could always look for more for you.

You'd do that for me? Really? Gee, thanks guy.

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[open to skylar's team, convo] &&_we're all fucked

Fuck. Did you guys hear that?

Uh... Yeah, I heard it. Fuck... What do we do?

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