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"Ghost Stories" (Boo'd)

"Ghost stories"

Fandom -> MCYT -> Last Life

Short story/Oneshot

(Non Canon and before the events of session 6.)

The middle of the night, and yet almost all of the Southerners are still awake.
One too many strange sounds kept them on guard, especially with the threat of more red lives.. However the chill of the night lead them to sitting near a campfire.
There's two things the Southerners hate the most. The cold, red names, and losing their spyglasses. Well, the last one was just Jimmy.
"You really think there are any red names out tonight? G, why would they try to come after us at the start of the session? Boogeyman was barely chosen a minute ago!" Impluse would argue, looking at him angrily. "Some people need their beauty sleep!!"

"Well we can't NOT be alert! I thought I saw a nametag! We could be attacked any moment! Especially since the bogey was just chosen!!" He'd reply, looking to Mumbo with a huff. He was asleep on his shoulder, softly snoring. Well, not for long.
"MUMBO-"

"H-HuH-" Mumbo would jolt awake at that, staring at Grian with a slight grumble. "Why.. Why are we out here?...."

"I saw a nametag"

"Of course."

An eerie silence filled the air at that, everyone seeming to quiet. Only the slight russle of the wind in the dark oaks, and crickets chirping away into the night. There's a fourth thing that all Southerners hate. Silence.

"Alright, we're not going to just stAre at eachother all night just because GriAn saw a name!" Impulse would speak up again, looking at Martin as if he knew what to do. And apparently, he did.

"Okay everyone... Who wants to hear a ghost story?"

Instantly, hands rose up in the air. It was 4-1, the ladder being the chicken that was Mumbo. Jimmy.. Was asleep. Too heavy of a sleeper to wake up. No one really bothered actually.

"Alright. Alright. Spooky story it is! Buckle up everyone, this one's good..."

"Once upon a bloody moon, the red names would come together for their "Red Winter". Each dawned with a weapon and a determination, they would escape into the darkness from their evil lairs, to reek havoc upon the poor green and yellow names like ourselves! To attack whoever they came across, poor souls out for some soul searching in a walk. The only thing they would find is lack thereof when A SWORD GOES THROUGH THEIR MIDDLE!"
He'd let out a laugh at that, watching the expression on Mumbo's face compared to Grian's. Mumbo, seemed absolutely terrified. Grian, seemed like a little kid in a candy store.
"Go on, go onnn!"

"They don't stop at wandering souls. They could break into other's bases! Tear off your sheets and your safety, and kill you! The desperate boogeyman are both in the same. With their curses and their blades, they walk among the red names to hunt! No one is safe! There is no mercy!..."
Flashing a grin, nodding at Impulse for a brief moment before finishing the story.

"SO BEWARE OF THE CURSED RED NAMES, AND WARE OF THE BOOGEYMEN OF THE NIGHT!!"

And with that, someone would put out the fire with a splash of a water bottle, making the whole group scream in fear.

"OH MY GOODNESS THeyrE hErE-"

"Mumbo, you coward! No they aren't! Just let me get a torch lit..."

With a couple good sparks, Grian lit a torch for everyone in the group to see.

"That was some amazing timing Impulse, right on que!"

"..That wasn't me."

Martin would look confused at that, staring at Impulse through the dark.

"But then who?"

A figure would drop down from their walls and land in the middle of the group, a familiar cloak adawned his head and red eyes glowed in the dark.

"Boo!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

((Haha, have a good day owls! <3))