1_800_hotline | Week 4 [Day 13-Day 15]

[Well that sure was an eventful trial. But on the bright side it looks like there’s some justice in this world, as meager as it is.

But even with the success, something starts feeling off the moment they leave the trial. Even if you might not realize it at first, the people living in this town are starting to seem more distant than normal, although you’re still more than welcome to chat with them.

Along with that, delivery trucks are suddenly popping up all over the town. You feel like they’re watching you....but thats impossible--youve only ever seen them delivery real packages...right?

Perhaps more terrifying however, is that now the Bowling Alley and the Arcade are closed! That’s so much good entertainment… gone….

...Also, starting this week something new is happening with the ghosts. What is that? Well… just wait and see.]

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[ She's already filing that away, because while she's perfectly content to run the hell away from facing the...things swirling inside her, she can't deal with others suffering for that.

And besides, that question, it's... ]

...I don't know. [ It's pretty genuine. ] Really, I'm just feeling kind of stupid. Everything I've been through, and it's fucking Mac Tonight.

If it helps, most've my near death experiences've been just about that stupid. A giant marshmallow, a demon strapping us to a roulette wheel, my dad unleashing a demon on New York, a book I accidentally got at an auction unleashing the Four Horsemen, the chicken dimension...

Mac Tonight isn't that bad, if ya think about it. At least there's probably a normal dude underneath that mask. ... Maybe.

[He's trying.]

Whoever it was- It was a dummy shot. A single bullet. Pathetic.

[ ...Yeah it seems this is what she's most mad about. ]

[... Ah.]

I mean, you know there's not a whole lot you could do to stop a bullet to your skull. Especially without much warning. No one could've survived that shot. At least not without, like, months in the hospital, which we don't have here.

It's bullshit that that's what took you out, but...

[Venkman trails off. There's not a whole lot more he can say, really. It sucks, she's dead now, and she didn't even get to go down fighting. Or with dignity.]

But, I've been dodging death since I was a kid. Any moment, and it was this?

[ She sighs. ]

It's been weighing on me. That's all.

I know. And believe me, I get it- I do. But sometimes your number comes up, and there's not a whole lot you can do to stop it.

[He sighs.]

Death comes for everyone, y'know? And sometimes it's messy and undeserved and fucking stupid. But it's gonna happen, and when it does, there's nothing you can do but accept it, eventually. That doesn't mean your emotions right now are wrong, or that this isn't awful, or that you didn't deserve better than this.

[This is starting to feel like one of the times he's had to talk spirits into dispersing. He's not sure if that's a good thing or not.]

...It'd be a lot easier if it was just over.

That's how I used to think it was, you know. You die, that's it. Maybe...some kind of void, or something. But nothing like this.

I guess in some places, that is all there is. And maybe that's all there is after a spirit passes on for good. I dunno.

At least you can still make a difference here and now.

[Which can be a blessing and a curse.]

You help people...like, when they're dead.

Is it anything like this?

I mean... Not Exactly like this. Usually the whole "we're all being forced to kill strangers" bit isn't hanging in the air. ... And usually, I don't know a spirit before they're dead.

[It's probably happened a few times, but it's definitely not common. ~~and maybe a little too dark for a cartoon, especially when executive meddling started~~]

Still. There's tons of spirits of the dead who turn angry and bitter, and can warp into non-human shells of their former selves. Most of 'em are too far gone to help, and they don't even remember their human life. Those go in the containment unit. Then there's ones like... All of you here, I guess.

Still chilling on the mortal plane. Some accepting, some angry, some depressed about it. All of you not able to move on. That's usually my bread and butter- when I try to figure out how to talk spirits into a better place, so to speak. Sometimes that works. Sometimes they're comfortable hanging out as a ghost and trying to build a new life.

This place doesn't seem to give much of a choice. I dunno if that's better or not. But at least it gives you all time to decide what you might actually want, when or if you get that choice. And in the meantime, figure out what you can do while you're still here.

...I don't know what I want. But that's kind of to be expected, after...all of this.

[ She runs a hand over her head, forgetting herself, smearing blood. Tch. ]

I don't think I could ever be comfortable building a life as a ghost, though. That's... I don't know. It doesn't feel right.

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