Goodboyhalo x Jef (Jefhalo?) Oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

HÅUNT

no title ideas, mind elsewhere 👤
excuse the amount of angst chapters, i was having a hard time here at home so i resorted to angst chapters
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I'll try to make this more lighthearted

But, let's try to switch things up a bit, huh?

POSSIBLE CW: Suggestive comments/actions? It isn't anything overly sexual but in case you're uncomfortable with this
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"Damn flashlight," the brunet cursed to himself in the dark.

His flashlight had decided that it didn't want to live on anymore, and ran out of battery power not even 2 hours into the male's exploration project.

His name is Darryl, prefers to go by Goodboyhalo, or just Good. He had set out to explore an abandoned hospital building in search of a good scare, but it seems his flashlight despises being used for the paranormal instead of searching for your dad's wrench lost in the maze of your garage.

Groaning, he shoves the tool into his backpack full of "paranormal investigation tools", consisting of a ouija board and free ghost apps on his phone. What can he say, he had a low budget. Besides, Good needed the space the place some snacks in there. Can't get possessed without your trusty bag of goldfish crackers, right?

He carries on, turning the flashlight embedded into his phone to full brightness, hopefully this battery doesn't die, either. Flashlights sure seem to like draining batteries faster than Sonic, even when they're not even used.

From corner to corner, the young man searched high and low, left and right, every edge possible, but nothing. He sighs, cursing under his breath, and decides to settle down into an old surgical room for the night.

With his flashlight still lighting up the room, he takes out a water bottle and the ouija board that had somehow miraculously fit into Good's backpack.

"Hopefully I use this shit right," Good mumbled to himself.

It was true, he had never done something like this, all he's ever done is watch Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural in his dim lit room and eat a bunch of yogurt tubes.

((Foreshadowing to the fact that this is the exact thing I do please excuse my poor usage of a make believe ouija board))

Taking a deep breath, Good gently placed his hands on the planchette, leaving them there for a good few seconds to about a minute. He closes his eyes while waiting, feeling a slight chill go up his spine as his mind imagined almost every possible situation. Opening his eyes after waiting, he begins the session with the most manly, creative, unforeseen question in the universe.

"Is anyone in this room with me?" He asked, his voice almost quavering.

He waited, a small part of him wishing the board was broken and never moves so he can go home and never return. Unfortunately, this was not the said case the young man had put himself in. The planchette smoothly slithered its way onto the answer "yes" near the top left corner of the board.

Almost pissing himself from slight freight, the boy swallowed the anxiety away, continuing the session. He wished he had brought someone along with him, maybe Nista and her brother would've been nice companions.

He prepares for the next question.

"Ah, well, uh, what's your name?" He speaks, shifting his gaze to different areas of the room in case something moved.

The planchette moved again, stopping on each letter of the being's name.

"Jef", it spelled.