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They say the abandoned house on the edge of town is cursed. Anyone who enters it dies. AU Rp Blog for Matsuno Osomatsu. Written by Marcy. Blog Established 2-5-2017. It's been that way since the little Matsuno boy died, according to legend.

[froggedmouth-deactivated2020062]

(i need to stop being a little shit and actually??? try to roleplay this muse again??? so. if any of y’all want a starter, just like/reblog this i guess???)

[theblondmenace-archive]

@rundownchild

Eh? Did he see something move just now–? Oh!

“Uwaaah! It’s you! It’s been awhile, kiddo!” He gives a grin and even though he knows he can’t really touch them, he reaches out to pat them out of instinct.

[rundownchild]

Osomatsu made himself slightly tangible just before the adult tried to pet him, so he didn't go completely through the ghost boy, plus, he liked the contact.

"Yeah! How have you been since last time, Mister?" He beamed, face lit up.

[theblondmenace-archive]

Like/reblog for a starter with this big blond baby~!

[froggedmouth-deactivated2020062]

“There’s no problem that cannot be solved by chocolate.” ~rundownchild

@rundownchild

“I disagree, chocolate can’t solve anything.” Choromatsu mumbled. 

[rundownchild]

"Look, if I say chocolate is the answer, me of all people, then it is." The boy pouted. Man he wished he could eat...

[kaxome-blog]

rundownchild:

@kaxome

Osomatsu walked into the building curiously– or, he walked through the front door anyways. This place was pretty run down, kind of like his home before he changed it. He felt a presence besides his own, so he walked into the room, actually using the door this time.

“…hello?”

“H-hello.” Ichimatsu stammered out, suddenly appearing beside Osomatsu. Oh, this was… weird. This kid looked nearly identical to his own brother. Ichimatsu tilted his head to one side. “…who are you?”

[rundownchild]

Oh, there was another kid. It didn't take a genius to realize he was also dead though. "Ah, you can call me Oso. Who are you?" he held a hand out in offering, hoping he wasn't seen as a threat or intruder.

[rundownchild]

@kaxome

Osomatsu walked into the building curiously-- or, he walked through the front door anyways. This place was pretty run down, kind of like his home before he changed it. He felt a presence besides his own, so he walked into the room, actually using the door this time.

“...hello?”

[trashborn-blog]

rundownchild:

“This place has thousands of rooms, so anything you want! I could show you the nicer monsters too, if you want.”

“Could you?” Ichimatsu asked softly, his claws making light clipping sounds against the floorboards as he walked. Nicer monsters? He didn’t think there were any around here. 

[rundownchild]

“Yeah! There are plenty of them. Oh, there are some cat ghosts around here too! you like cats, don’t you Ichimatsu?” he was only assuming because he... was a cat.

[trashborn-blog]

rundownchild:

Osomatsu didn’t seem to notice his discomfort with the idea of being scary, instead beaming and turning, floating back towards the door he had come from. “This way!”

Ichimatsu was quick to follow after his brother, his tail swishing from side to side. “So… what all do you have to show me?”

[rundownchild]

“This place has thousands of rooms, so anything you want! I could show you the nicer monsters too, if you want.”

[trashborn-blog]

rundownchild:

“You look like one of the monsters here! all scary and stuff!” he replied, beaming wider. He seemed too happy about that fact. “Oh! I never fully showed you around! Wanna walk around with me~?”

“Scary…” Ichimatsu repeated, not sure if he liked the sound of that. His ears pinned back slightly and he gave a small nod. “Sure.” He rose up to his feet and began walking. “Lead the way.”

[rundownchild]

Osomatsu didn’t seem to notice his discomfort with the idea of being scary, instead beaming and turning, floating back towards the door he had come from. “This way!”

[trashborn-blog]

rundownchild:

The spirit didn’t really expect a visitor, but he came out anyways, blinking a few times. “Whoa…” he breathed, not quite expecting that. He looked his, er, younger brother up and down for a moment before landing on the ground, walking over. “Ya look really cool, Ichimatsu!” he chirped, face lighting up in obvious excitement.

Ichimatsu’s ears perked up a bit and he sat down, watching his brother curiously. “I.. guess I do.” He shrugged his shoulders and glanced down at himself then looked back at Osomatsu. “I wanted to come see you again, so… here I am.”

[rundownchild]

“You look like one of the monsters here! all scary and stuff!” he replied, beaming wider. He seemed too happy about that fact. “Oh! I never fully showed you around! Wanna walk around with me~?”

[trashborn-blog]

@rundownchild

“…Osomatsu?” Ichimatsu called out, calmly stepping inside of the building. Surprisingly he could talk while in this form; he looked like… well, a huge black cat. All his teeth were sharpened, his eyes were amber-yellow, and his paws were gigantic. His clothes had ripped during his full transformation, but he didn’t looked too worried about it. 

The werecat’s ears twitched, trying to listen for the dead child. 

[rundownchild]

The spirit didn’t really expect a visitor, but he came out anyways, blinking a few times. “Whoa...” he breathed, not quite expecting that. He looked his, er, younger brother up and down for a moment before landing on the ground, walking over. “Ya look really cool, Ichimatsu!” he chirped, face lighting up in obvious excitement.

[trashborn-blog]

@rundownchild

He wasn’t sure how he ended up here again, but he wasn’t complaining. After all, he’d be able to see his brother again! Ichimatsu padded through the building on all fours, his ears perking up as he listened for Osomatsu. 

[rundownchild]

Ichimatsu wouldn’t see his brother, but he would suddenly feel something dripping on him from above. It didn’t look like spit... or blood, at least. It was almost gooey in feeling....

[trashborn-blog]

(sigh… does anyone want a starter?)

[rundownchild]

He is.... crying.

The small spirit is sitting alone, face hidden in his knees, soft sobs leaving him. Oh dear.. looks like he’s hurting. He’s bleeding again...

[rundownchild]

Ghost RP Meme

"Are you in pain....?"

"Why are you still here?"

"You must be sad..."

"Is it really you?"

"Are you bleeding?"

"Can you move on?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

"Its not fun, being stuck here"

"Its bleeding, but it doesn't hurt."

"I want to move on, but I don't know how.."

"You can't make me leave!"

"I didn't want to leave you..."

[rundownchild]

Ghost RP Meme

"Are you in pain....?"

"Why are you still here?"

"You must be sad..."

"Is it really you?"

"Are you bleeding?"

"Can you move on?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

"Its not fun, being stuck here"

"Its bleeding, but it doesn't hurt."

"I want to move on, but I don't know how.."

"You can't make me leave!"

"I didn't want to leave you..."

[wcrnumbcr1]

Hes gonna bring flowers for the male, maybe just a random sweet gesture for someone who deserves it. ~rundownchild for Ghost Nurse bc I need them more

The ghost nurse giggles and bashfully smiles at the child who had been so sweet enough to bring him flowers. Oh, how he loved children! They were so pure and their actions were so sweet and innocent.He wished children never got sick or hurt…

But he knew in reality, there was hurt and death even for the sweetest of children…just like how it was for his sweet and kind friend from long ago…

He reaches out and accepts the flowers, giggling again and placing a kiss on top of the others head. They were both ghosts so touch wasn’t too much of a problem…

“Thank…You…~”

[rundownchild]

“I thought you could use something nice, Mister.”

The child offered a small grin, rubbing the back of his neck. Honestly he liked coming to visit the dead nurse, even if it had only been two times so far. He seemed rather kind, and that was such a rarity where he lived, since his monsters weren’t like that at all.

“Do you live here? Like, at the hospital?” he wouldn’t doubt it honestly. He could see someone living here, at least a spirit anyways. Hey, if he could occupy a rundown old house, why not somewhere as big as this where death was probably a common thing?

Speaking of that though, this guy was the only spirit he had seen in the two times he had come here, even while he had been floating around looking for him. “Is it just you here…?”

[wcrnumbcr1]

Osomatsu felt his heart practically melt. This child was just too sweet! The ghost nurse smiled and reached out to pet the small spirit’s head. He gave a content sigh, holding the flowers closer to his chest. He will take care of them and cherish them always…

“I sure do…I am bound here…” He said, looking around at his home. The halls were empty right now besides a nurse or two behind a desk and shuffling around paperwork and playing small games on their computers. “I help here…Even in death, I help…” he told the child, looking down at the other with a smile.

“It…used to be so full. But, I wanted to help. If I couldn’t perform my duties as a nurse in life…then I will in death. I heal spirits and they move on. Of course…I let them decide when they want help. Until someone else dies and they need their unfinished business taken care of, then this place remains empty…”

And I am alone.

[rundownchild]

The younger was glad that the elder enjoyed the gift. It had taken awhile to get the flowers, since he wasn’t very good at touching living things. It was the one skill he had yet to be able to Master, oddly enough. Thats why he relied on his Monsters so much.

“At least its clean..?” his home was not clean. If it was not dust it was blood or bones, as morbid as that was. “It sounds nice, being able to help people...” what did he do besides hurt things? Hurt things and laze around. He wasn’t very useful at all.

“....” when he mentioned what he did the child frowned. “How do you know where they’re going though...? Isn’t that scary?” the idea of anything like that terrifies him. He doesn’t wanna go somewhere where he can’t be near his family, where he may never see them again.

His chest starts to bleed again as he loses composure, the wound slowly staining his shirt again.