He’s one of the oldest Battle egos, being around three centuries old
Is good friends with Skelly and knows most of the other egos of Nate’s
Noah often pretends like he cares about Skelly in order to get him to do things for him, such as participate in his kills
Noah loves taking residence in houses people live in and messing with them
He starts off with cold spots, making people feel uneasy, leaving fingerprints around, progressing to throwing/breaking things including what I mentioned
Due to his aggression, he often ends up hurting or even killing the people who live there
Those he leaves alive go to paranormal investigators, to make sure they aren’t going crazy and that there actually is a ghost
When he was alive, Noah was very into occult practices and magic
After he’s messed with the investigators enough and has some fun, Noah will initiate a “hunt”
During a hunt, Noah will materialize himself, lock all doors in the house and attempt to kill the investigators
Noah LOVES hunting
Unlike Bones, Noah doesn’t care about what he does to other people, as he doesn’t secretly crave love and affection
He never cared for that
It was unnecessary to him when he lived, and it’s even more unnecessary to him now
Noah revels in the pain he causes
While he toys with investigators after first killing whoever they have on watch outside the house and posing as them to communicate with them, Noah likes to give them little hints about what he is- “It’s freezing cold / And several centuries old! / It leaves both prints and orbs, / Or so I’ve long been told…”
He also tells them things that will empower him, making them think it’ll weaken him
“Burn all your smudging sticks, / Destroy that crucifix, / Put out the candle wicks”
Noah also derives power from people saying his name
With every time someone says it, he gets more power
Which leads to him being able to kill more and move faster
Hey I know it says your requests are open but I wanted to double check if they are? Also I saw your post for Noah and not gonna lie I really like him so I was wondering if I could request something with him? But I hope you have a good day and or night!
A/N: Noah!!! The ghost guy!! I wanted to write for him and this was an excuse to do so- also sorry if the bits of dialogue that were lyrics from Phasmophobia the Musical are weird or anything, I tried to make them fit T-T
A group of ghost hunters, two men, Sam and Dean, and one woman, Jo, walked towards the two story house that a ghost was rumored to inhabit. They had left their designated ‘van man,’ Hud, in their truck to monitor them, relay info to them and to make sure nothing bad happened to them while they worked.
“You guys ready for this?” Dean asked the other two, shifting on his feet and running a hand through his hair. Jo nodded, also bouncing on her feet.
“It’s not gonna be that bad, Dean. It’s probably just a Poltergeist or something,” Sam said as they walked. He went ahead of Dean and Jo, opening the door to the house. “Candygram for Noah Walker!” Sam shouted.
“You’re about twenty years too late,” Jo said, shaking her head, “this guy died a long time ago.”
Dean, who was already on his way upstairs, spoke into his walkie-talkie. “Run that profile again for us, Hud.”
“The ghost’s name is Noah Walker. Elderly, probably shy, and moderately dangerous.” Hud explained, with all of their radios connected to the van so they all could communicate with Hud and each other.
“And hopefully, photogenic!” Sam joked.
“Yeah, Sam, joke about it all you want. That’ll help us get the job done,” Dean grunted into the radio.
“Once we’ve determined its classification, it’ll be relatively harmless. Using its name should help neutralize it,” Hud added.
“Copy that,” Dean said, looking around the second floor of the house with his flashlight. Sam and Jo were downstairs doing their sweep.
“There are some scratches on the walls,” Sam said, taking a photo of them. Dean sniffed the air, and his nose involuntarily twitched in response to the smell.
“Sulfur’s in the air.” He said, continuing to look around.
“Noted. Could it be a Demon then?” Hud speculated aloud. Jo looked in the kitchen for a specific item, and found it. Bottles of salt. She walked upstairs, and poured out the salt onto the floor, placing a device on the wall as well.
“I don’t know, but I’ve got some salt spread on the second floor, plus a sonic sensor,” Jo said, “If it comes through here, we’ll know,” The EMF detector she had in her pocket suddenly started making a high pitched noise, and she looked at it for a moment. “The EMF is green.”
“Okay… not too bad yet,” Sam stated.
“Something tells me we’re going to be here a while,” Dean said right as Sam interjected, “The temperature is falling!” A phone close to Dean began to ring, and he picked it up, holding it to his ear. There was nobody on the other end. “Are one of you calling? Don’t prank me during the middle of a job,”
Jo had set up multiple cameras around the upstairs, faintly hearing the ringing phone from the room she supposed Dean was in. “Cameras are rolling, now we finally might catch this ghost on film,”
As Dean walked into a bigger space, the lights in the house started to flicker. “Anybody got eyes on the fuse box?”
Hud chuckled, “A little darkness never killed anyone!”
“Spoken like someone hiding in a well lit mini-van!” Sam pointed out.
Dean walked around the room more, and found a sink filled with water, about to overflow. He turned off the tap, and radioed it to his teammates. “The sink upstairs was turned on. Had to be our ghost, since Jo is out in the hall and Sam is downstairs, right Hud?”
No answer from Hud. Apparently that wasn’t an important enough question for their resident bookworm to answer.
When Jo looked back at the salt pile, she saw a footprint in it. Noah! “Footprints in the salt, I repeat, footprints in the salt.”
Sam, who was exploring downstairs, had heard something thud behind a dresser. He reached behind it, and grasped at something. Sam managed to pull it out, and saw that it was a bone. “I have a sneaking suspicion that someone here was into the occult,”
“Occult? Seriously?” Dean said. “This guy’s a nutjob then,”
“Activity in your proximity!” Hud suddenly said through the radio, “Hey, look alive guys, this party’s just begun!”
Dean, Sam and Jo all ran back to the entrance of the house. Sam was running through a separate room far from the entrance, and Dean and Jo had run into each other upstairs. Sam attempted to open the door, but it was locked.
“Guys! The door is locked!” Sam said.
“No time for games! Call out its name!” Dean shouted at Sam. Sam opened the door, and let out a scream as something attacked him. When Dean and Jo heard it, there was no mistaking it.
It was Sam.
He had to be dead.
Jo hit her head against the wall behind her, and Dean flinched. This ghost, this… Noah Walker had taken their friend from them.
They went to go find Sam’s body, and they did. It was right next to the dresser and bone that he had found. Jo took a photo of his body, and Hud talked to them again.
“Wasn’t a Demon, huh?”
“Negative,” Jo replied, lighting a candle, “It sure wanted us in the dark though.”
“Huh. Looks like we might be hunting a Mare then,” Hud said.
Dean, who was sitting beside Sam’s body, spoke up. “Something isn’t right… where did we go wrong?”
“Let me see your light,” Jo said, holding her hand open for Dean’s light. She shined it on the floor, and it looked as though there were fingerprints. “Were these prints here all along?” They got up and followed the trail of fingerprints, leading them up the stairs, but Jo didn’t notice that Dean turned back.
“I’ve got a view of ghostly orbs near you! But watch your back cuz the hunt has just begun,” Hud said. “All the evidence points to one fact. We’ve got a Poltergeist who’s on the attack!”
Jo followed the fingerprints into a normal looking room, where they suddenly stopped. She looked around, confused.
Dean was downstairs, flipping through his book on ghosts. All the signs seemed to fit the description of a Poltergeist, like Hud had said.
“Say its name!” Dean said into the radio, just to hear Jo’s frantic screaming from upstairs. He quickly rushed up to help her, and entered the room she had followed the prints to. Jo had a deep gash in her chest, with blood splattered on the rest of her.
Without thinking, Dean turned on his radio, and snapped at Hud. “I thought this thing was a Poltergeist!”
“It is! The only type that leaves ghost orbs and fingerprints.”
“And typically a mess the size of New Jersey!” Dean shouted, knocking over objects on top of a desk, which shattered when they fell to the floor.
Dean opened his journal again. “What could we have missed?! Every page of this thing is a waste!” He exclaimed, ripping apart the journal and throwing the paper to the ground.
Hud started talking again. “Another ghost exists that’s quite unlike any kind we’ve faced, you know. It’s freezing cold and several centuries old-“
Sam suddenly snapped awake. The EMF reader that Jo had accidentally left next to him was beeping, and it was… red. Oh no. Oh no no no no no. He looked around the room, and then something appeared on the wall.
I LIED.
“-it leaves both prints and orbs, or so I’ve long been told!”
Sam got up and started to run to the van, but tripped and fell. He grunted, but crawled onwards, and finally reached the van. He let out a sickened gasp at what he saw.
Hud was dead, killed the same way Jo was. His torso was sliced clean open, and the body still held his radio in his radio in his right hand. He had probably been dead since they left their van.
“Burn all your smudging sticks, destroy that crucifix, put out the candle wicks, and once you’re done…” Hud continued to explain to Dean.
“What now?” Dean asked Hud.
“Say its name,” he replied.
Sam struggled to get to his feet, running back to the house. The door was locked. Sam could only watch as Dean did what Hud- no, Noah- instructed.
“Noah Walker, you will meet your end!” Dean shouted into the empty house.
“Louder!” Hud encouraged him.
“Noah Walker, you’ve murdered my friends!”
“AGAIN!”
“Enter this place! Show me your face! Noah Walker!” Dean finished his reprieve, not hearing Sam banging on the front door, trying to get in.
‘Hud’ burst out into a fit of manic laughter.
“HAHAHA! Excellent! That was perfection!” He said.
“Now what?” Dean asked into his radio, his voice dripping with contempt for the ghost that had killed his friends.
“Now..” ‘Hud’ said, his voice was cracking from being filtered through the radio, but what he said next was clear. “I kill you.”
Dean turned around, feeling a presence behind him. A figure leapt as him, tearing his chest open as if it was opening a birthday present. Dean felt pain, and his body twitched- this time not from the smell of sulfur, but from the fact his guts were being torn out by a ghost.
He kept twitching, too. That look in his eyes… it was something that Noah particularly enjoyed. The look of not being able to save yourself, not being able to end the pain- it was glorious.
Noah relished in it. Three kills in one night, with one more about to be added to that counter. Sam was still banging on the door.
Poor Sam, his friends murdered by a centuries old spirit. Not that Noah felt sympathy towards him.
Noah got up, his fingers and clothes still stained with the blood of Hud, Jo and Dean. He calmly walked up to the front door, and opened it.
“I didn’t invite any visitors tonight,” he said, grinning at the sight of Sam’s horror stricken face. “Oh, hey Sam! Come on in, I wanna show you something!”
Noah grabbed the trembling ghost hunter’s collar and dragged him inside, slamming the door shut and locking it.
He threw Sam to the ground, placing a boot on his chest.
“So… how does it feel? Knowing that your friends are dead? That you, oh poor, poor you, couldn’t save them?”Noah taunted. “Yeah, I killed your little van guy first, Hud was his name right? You guys are so gullible, actually believing my act as him! As soon as you left that van I killed him, and you didn’t notice. How does that feel?” He laughed. “Good?”
“How… how could you?!” Sam shouted, trying to pull Noah’s foot off of him, “HOW COULD YOU KILL MY FRIENDS LIKE THAT?!”
“Calm down, boy. This is just a normal Tuesday night for me!” Noah said. Sam struggled as Noah pressed his boot into his chest, harder, and harder, holyshitithurtsomuchMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPPLEASEPLEASE-
Crunch.
Noah laughed as he looked at Sam’s corpse, moving his boot up and away from the hunter’s currently caved in chest.
He deeply inhaled, then sighed, running his hand through his hair. Noah would leave the door open, leading to someone coming in and seeing the bodies, calling the police, and eventually word would reach more investigators. That was if Noah cared enough to stay in this house for long.
Maybe an extra week or two to see if anyone found ‘em.
