Jun 21, 2019
If you don’t give me all your candy I’ll break into your house and kill you- Hanako!Roger
Would you accept half-rotten pig guts instead?
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If you don’t give me all your candy I’ll break into your house and kill you- Hanako!Roger
Would you accept half-rotten pig guts instead?
"𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝." The blurred, muted crackle of television static clung to the voice, warping it close to the point of being indecipherable-- though something in it made it sound vaguely familar, almost like... Jack's voice. "𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝?" ||Jack.exe @ Hanako!Roger
Roger was sitting on the 3rd floor boy’s bathroom sink. He picked up and ate another cookie he stole from one of the other schoolboys. Intrigued by the staticky voice outside, he answered. “Nope. Your voice is weird. If you want a cookie too bad. I stole this one fair and square.”
Give Maurice his rubber ducks back
The spirit held 25 rubber ducks in his small arms. He stuck out his tongue, trying to keep the duckies in between his arms. Roger didn’t want to give what. Those stupid yellow rubbery fucks had his crush’s attention for too long. It was Roger’s turn with the boy’s attention.
“They’re mine now!” Roger said, blowing a raspberry at the voice.
Have you considered, yknow, not being dead?
Roger tapped the wall of his stall uncomfortably. He fidgetted a little before answering, “It really hurt to die, but I can throw stuff and people can’t do anything about it. I’m fine with being dead.”
(for spirit! roger) Are you tied to a specific spot or can you roam freely?
“Welllllll...My connection to the spirit world isn’t that strong, seeing as I can pick things up. I can usually write a quick spell tag to escape my stall.”
How did you die?
The spirit got close to his asker. His red eyes lost some of their gleam. The child became translucent. “I usually don’t tell people this. I rely on people to know on their own but,” he said in a lowered tone, “I guess I’ll tell you.”
He started to write in kanji using the blood on his fingertips. The blood, unlike his pale olive fingers, was completely solid. Liquid and all. He began to trail off in Japansese, but quickly caught himself.
“So...This creepy substitute teacher guy was being all creepy and looking at us super weirdly while he was taking our names. I guess he likes Japansese kids because he kept all the attention on me. When it was like...Around lunch break he kept staring at me. I excuses myself to go to the bathroom and-“ Roger stopped. He pursed his lips. Thinking about his death was less than pleasant. Still, if it meant he could be famous then more people would visit him. The more people who visited him would be more people to fall for his pranks.
Roger rapidly caught up with his blood-writing on the floor, “-he followed me. I hid in the third stall. I should have hidden my legs on the toilet because..He didn’t hesitate to unlock the stall.” Roger kept writing, pausing half way through writing a character. He went even paler. He tried to think of something else. Anything else. “I can’t remember...What happened after I died. I think I died of blunt force trauma though.”