>> "Is the damn thing even on yet?
It's so stupidly difficult to use."
>> "Uh- I think it is now, yeah.
Even if it's a little old, it'll do."
>> "The witching hour is moving closer with each passing second.
We must reach our next destination as quickly as possible!"
>> "Yeah, what Shiotsuki-chama said.
Getting there's gonna take us at least another fifteen minutes."
>> "Then let's get going.
We don't have much time left to lose."
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without filter/rendering
this took me three hours but it was so worth it. i still don't know how to render but ykw we ball!! i can improvise or smth, i think this is as close as i'm gonna get.... pretty proud of it tho!!
shichi's design is mostly original but credits to clovedoesthings (not going to tag them since they don't want to do tetro stuff anymore) for the tan skinned design!
Trick or treat!! Give me something good to eat!! 👻
Thank you for the ask!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I had this on paper a day after I received it but then meetings and work kept me from posting it until now 😭
This scene is based on the game Phasmophobia!
“I dunno Dazai, I’m not sure it’s a wraith.”
“You think it’s a hantu?”
Chuuya looked up from the polished glass hemisphere that enclosed the front of the device he was holding, and pulled an earbud out of his ear. “Ya know, I’m getting some really strange sounds–”
“-Wailing? Singing? A serenade for you to give up your manhood, perhaps?”
Chuuya scowled. “No–”
“Well then, it’s not a banshee.” Dazai turned back to the painted red pentagram scrawled on the dirty wooden floor, beige coat sprawled around him, as he held a lighter up to a red candle.
“Yeah well, that’s how they getcha.” Notes of discontent underpinned Chuuya’s words. He stepped up behind Dazai, and then through the painted shapes, kicking over a lit candle. It rolled and sputtered out.
“Stop trying to commit suicide.” He ignored Dazai’s pout, and walked off down the hallway. This entire wing was chilly, which boded well for pinpointing the spirit.
His footsteps echoed loudly through the headset, noises and snatches of sound grabbing his attention, and he oscillated back and forth as he walked.
A sudden plunge in temperature chilled his spine and then the overhead lights vanished.
“Hhhhhaahhhhh…” A soft breath rattled in his ears, and a dim cloud of breath puffed into being in front of his nose, his sensor’s lights filtering through it. Then something more solid, more ethereal, eyes, a mouth, hovered close to Chuuya’s cheek.
The rattle gained momentum like a steam train and rose into a high-pitched haunting wail.
Banshee.
This is a what if scenario for a Phasmophobia AU @aspiderfrogjack made for the YouTuber egos (and YouTubers) a while back, so when they start to post the story on Tumblr and AO3 you'll start to understand parts of this scenario. The what if scenario involves Chase and Anti.
For context: Chase and Anti were patients in Sunny Meadows, and this would take place before the main plot so both Chase and Anti are still alive.
THIS ISN'T SHIP CONTENT. ANTI AND CHASE ONLY KNOW OF EACH OTHER'S EXISTENCE BECAUSE THEY SEE EACH OTHER AROUND THE HOSPITAL.
TW: vomit (for those who have emetophobia), mention of blood and death
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
The clock droned on and on throughout the night. Chase tossed and turned in bed as he tried to doze off, but no such luck. He felt restless. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't think... then he thought he heard the sound of chatter.
"You answer our questions, and we'll make your stay a lot better, A-14209. Now talk."
Strange, he remembered hearing that the basement downstairs was off-limits, so what the hell was he hearing? Before he could even react, Chase felt his feet swing over the bed as he got up, and he went to the room's door. As he grabbed ahold of the doorknob, he found something rather... interesting. The door was unlocked. A slow but steady creak was heard from Chase's door as he pushed it open. The hallway was bathed in the light of the moon, which, now that Chase noticed, was a deep crimson. Must've been the blood moon for this year. One glance to the left, one glance to the right. "No guards..." Chase murmured in relief as he slipped out of his room and snuck closer to the stairwell. As he drew closer, he finally began to hear something else.
"You think I want to stay here??" Another voice rang out, aggravated. "The whole reason I'm in here is because it was either this hellhole or prison! In fact, I'd rather die than stay another second here!" At that moment, Chase stopped right as his foot was in the doorframe. That was Anti, the patient that was due for relocation. He had just gotten his black clothes yesterday, and Chase knew what that meant: he was leaving. Now that Chase thought about it, though, where did anyone go when they were relocated? Then Chase heard something that made his blood run cold: "Well... I suppose you will then, A-14209."
"... Wait, what??" Anti asked, his voice an undoubted whisper of disbelief echoing from the basement. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" "A-14209, we-" The other voice started speaking, only to be cut off by a shrill "QUIT CALLING ME THAT," from Anti. "I'M JUST AS HUMAN AS YOU ARE SO SAY MY NAME. MY NAME IS ANTI, NOT A-14209."
Chase felt frozen as he heard the other voice, who, after a bit of thinking, he recognized as the head of the facility - Arin. "What the fuck...? Why's Arin there...?" Chase whispered to himself, then continued to listen to the conversation. Anti hissed out, "Got that?! I'm human, not some godforsaken lab rat!"
"How... unfortunate," Arin responded, then spoke a few words that chilled Chase to his very core: "He isn't going to cooperate. Just terminate him."
Footsteps could be heard echoing from downstairs. "Why do you have that...? No... get away from me! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME," Anti shouted. Panic seeped into his voice as he could be heard struggling from his restraints. Chase felt sickened hearing this. So this was what happened to those who were going to be relocated... they were treated as nothing more than lab rats. "I'm sorry, A-14209. You should have cooperated." Arin spoke up as Anti shouted, "You're TWISTED. Have you killed every single patient sent to be relocated?! You know that it's bad when even a serial killer says-"
At that moment, Anti was suddenly cut off. Chase then smelled something faint - something that smelled strongly of iron. Then he heard it, the sound of someone struggling to breathe, their windpipe gurgling with fluid for a good while before it finally went silent. Blood... that's what he had just smelled. It was blood. "Clean this mess up. I'll handle body transportation," Arin ordered. It hit Chase suddenly: Anti was just murdered. He needed to get out of here before he was found as well. He snuck back towards his room, though his trip back was slowed down a lot by anyone patrolling the halls. However, Chase felt sick. Not now... please... don't puke right now. He had just heard someone die, and now he needed to get back to the safety of his room before anyone noticed.
Each step was careful and coordinated as Chase slipped back to his room - or rather, now that he thought about it, his cell - and he let out heaving breaths. At that moment, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He collapsed to his hands and knees and finally felt a vile tasting mixture of whatever he had eaten for dinner leave his mouth and splatter all over the hard and cold floor. He felt himself gasping for air after the fact and coughing while the rancid taste of vomit still lingered on his lips.
He shakily got up and heard someone approaching his room. The steps got closer while Chase got into bed and laid down so he would pretend to be asleep, but even then that didn't last long. Chase was starting to realize just how exhausted he was. He had just heard someone get murdered, and he knew he had to get the hell out as soon as possible.
He was trapped here, but one day he would find a way out. No, Chase had to get out of here. If he had just heard Anti die, then that means anyone was next on the chopping block... even Chase himself. As he finally felt sleep claiming his mind, Chase could hear the almost comforting sound of the clock ringing in his ears once more.
After Vincent Victor Oxley has escaped his family's cult with a few of his 'friends', he's set out to become a Hollywood star later down the road and also acquire a home for himself he can live in.
However, legal documents were difficult dealing with so he could acquire a property all on his own.
And so he set out to live in an abandoned home for now.
He knows of the dangers of living in an abandoned home however, especially one that was rumored to be haunted.
For all the bullshit and lies his father fed him in his cult, he did make a point to educate Victor about the ghosts that lurk on Earth's soil instead of the Underworld. So he knows getting a team who can identify and later exorcist the ghosts in a haunted home would be nessecary.
He was able to procure enough money to send in a team on his behalf to identify and deal with an possible ghost in the house. However, the team bailed on him (or perhaps died on the job before they did his, he could honestly care less)
So instead, he had to make do with a few mediocre items and have some of his 'friends' help him identify the ghost instead before they rained the place with holy water.
During one of their attempts to reach out to the ghost through a spirit box, the loud staticky interference that went through the Spirit Box ended up making the majority of his 'friends' deaf, some bleeding out of their ears before a hunt ended up occurring.
His 'friends' outside ended up booking it as Victor hid and heard the sounds of his other 'friends' that was trapped with him dying at the ghost's hand.
The only reason he hadn't died and survived the hunt was because of the vintage radio he had on his bag.
Maddie, Jack, and Jazz Fenton weren’t exactly known ghost hunters. They’re more of investigators. People call them to check out places said to be haunted to see if there’s actually a ghost. More often than not, it’s just an old legend, no ghost.
One day, they move into a place called Amity Park since they heard of the whole town experiencing some paranormal activity seemingly on the daily, and somehow, not many outside of it now about it. Except nobody told them that their new home would come with a weird basement lab and a ghost kid who died there and still haunts that house.
