@curseofbreadbear asked:" i wanna go home, but i am home. "(cassidy for susie... idk if ive ever talked about my silly littol headcanon from wayyy back in the day about them being sisters when they were alive BUT them bonding in the afterlife regardless is sweet and sad :'))
“I think…i thiiiiiiiiink someone told me once that homes are people not a pl-place.”
The smaller ghost pouts for a moment, able to recall the words but not recall who they had come from. The memory is fuzzy, hugged together with someone in a closet. A beautiful golden dog curled around them. Had she been crying? Had they both been?
“I think i’d be sadder without e-everyone but e-especially you. So y-yeah! This is home!”













