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The HAUNTED HOUSE Meme


For whatever reason, you've ended up in a creepy house - possibly in the middle of nowhere, possibly not. Nothing else to do but explore, and see where you've ended up.

... did you hear that?

INSTRUCTIONS
- Tag with your character's name and fandom in the subject line!
- Find other awesome people to tag!
- Tag them by rolling the RNG for a choice of prompt!
- GET SCARING.

PROMPTS
1 - Car Broke Down
2 - Poor Choice of Vacation Home
3 - Everywhere Else Was Booked Up
4 - New Home
5 - Lost a Bet
6 - Ancestral Home/Grandma's Got Weird Taste in Wall Decoration
7 - Secluded in the Woods
8 - You're the Ghost!
9 - Free Roll/Combine

By the very nature of this being a scary/horror meme, there may be triggers within, so tread carefully!

Comments

8!!!

[captaincocksure]

[And there go the contents of your linen closet, Bones, flying out into the hall.]

[aviophobia]

Jim!

[It's been five months since Jim died, and McCoy really wishes he could have a proper goddamned mourning period like anyone else. But noooo, apparently taking a leave from Starfleet for psychological reasons means he gets trolled by the spirit of his best friend.]

Fucking stop that! I told you!

[captaincocksure]

I'm trying to accept my fate, Bones.

[He's there, but more faint than he was in life--his form, his voice.]

I'm a ghost. I need a sheet.

[aviophobia]

[He picks up a sheet from the floor and shakes it at Jim, scowling, the line between his brows deep.]

You. Do not need to fling my goddamned linens around, and you don't need a fucking sheet! I'm not cutting eyeholes in these!

[captaincocksure]

I don't need you to! I can see through things now.

...Or I can just wrap it around myself like a toga or something if that's weird.

[aviophobia]

Yeah. How you decide to wear my fucking sheets is the weird part.

You know, if you fling them out, you could help put them away.

[captaincocksure]

Okay, but you gotta fold the fitted sheets. I could never get those damned things to fold even when I still had hands.

[aviophobia]

Fine, I'll fold the fitted sheets. Get the pillowcases, why don't you.

[captaincocksure]

You got it.

[He floats up a pillowcase, folding it neatly.]

[aviophobia]

Thanks.

[They work in silence for a bit, folding and putting away, before Leonard speaks:]

And you're not gonna pull this shit again.

[captaincocksure]

Okay. Sorry. I'm still getting the hang of this whole thing.

...I guess you are, too.

[aviophobia]

Yeah. It's a learning experience. Or ... something like that.

[There's silence for a moment as he puts the sheets away.]

Definitely something.

[captaincocksure]

[...Maybe that was the wrong thing to say.]

What about a towel? I could wear a towel.

[aviophobia]

You're wearing your Starfleet uniform! Why do you need a towel?

[captaincocksure]

Be...cause ghosts either wear sheets or rattle chains? And I know you'd never let me rattle chains in here.

[aviophobia]

Why can't you just be happy going through walls? Isn't that enough?

[captaincocksure]

It's not about my happiness, Bones.

[aviophobia]

Well, I can guaran-goddamn-tee you that my happiness doesn't hinge on you cutting holes in my linens.

[captaincocksure]

No, I know that. I know none of this keeps you happy, it's that I--

...never mind, doesn't make any sense anyway.

[aviophobia]

[And you're not getting out of it that easily.]

You what?

[captaincocksure]

Bones, forget it, it's nothing, seriously.

[aviophobia]

Bullshit.

I need a drink. You coming?

[captaincocksure]

[Subject change! THANK GOD.]

Yeah, I'll come watch you drink.

[aviophobia]

I'll drink one for you, too.

[He is the nicest.

As he leads the way down the stairs, he can't help but ask:]

So - you don't get hungry or thirsty or anything, do you?

[captaincocksure]

[Jim follows him, but he doesn't walk down the stairs. He sort of glides down in McCoy's wake.]

No. Or hot or cold, or even tired. It's still weird.