Who ya gonna call? - Hermitcraft Phasmophobia AU

- Chapter 13 - An old friend

"Dipple dop! Could you speak to the ghost?"

An eyebrow was raised from Impulse's direction. "Me? Don't think thats a good idea." He still wasn't sure how to actually speak with them. The others just spoke to them like normal people, but how do you speak to an empty room?

Skizz did not like that answer. He knew Impulse would have to get used to talking to them soon and it would be for the best, so he began pestering him.

"Come onnnn, I think it wil help you!"

"No way."

"...please please please please please please please please please!"

This continued until Impulse got annoyed and caved in.

Soon, the spirit box was in Impulse's hands. In the dark room, alone, but I guess not really.

"Uh... hello? Is anyone here?"

There was silence for a minute, before a response came through the box.

"The silence breaks as I respond,
A voice in the void, I am not gone.
Here I am, present and heard,
Answering the call, not deterred."

"Oh... Hi. What is your name?"

"My name's Joe, I'm a bard by trade,
A wanderer with a rhyme all made.
In this vast universe, my name rings true,
A melody to soothe or excite, a tale to suit you."

Impulse was a bit confused, he was pretty sure none of the other ghosts spoke like this.

"Do you... only speak in poetry?"

"Yes, I do speak in verse,
It's a way of life, a creative force.
Poetry flows from my tongue and fingertips,
A language of the heart, with beats and rhymes fitting."

He didn't feel it was right to point out that none of what he just said rhymed. That would probably be mean, and the ghost, um.. joe, would probably get mad.

"Uh... do you know what type of ghost you are?"

"I am a spirit, wandering free,
Boundless and ephemeral, a shadow with glee.
No chains hold me, no physical form to keep,
I roam the ether, unbound and fleeting."

"Great... How do you know that for sure?..."

"Many years have come and gone,
Many other ghosts have too.
Many ways we were all diffrent.
Many people gave us names"

So, ghost hunters had been here before. That means his friends must have been exorcised. Then why isn't he angry?

"Ok, well... thank you for telling me everything... I need to go and talk to someone outside... you just stay here."

Impulse left to room to find Skizz. He was sitting on the stairs just outside, waiting for him.

"Hey bud! What did you find out?"

"Well,He's a spirt. His name is Joe and he's a Bard. He only speaks in rhyme and he definitely knows what we are doing here?"

"How so? Was the dude angry at you?"

"No, no. He said something about how people have come in the past and gave him a type and other ghosts have left. I kind of assumed he meant ghost hunters had come before and they had exorcised his friends..."

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Grian and Scar were sitting in the van, waiting for Impulse and Skizz to get back and tell them about this new ghost. There was not a sound around them, and they weren't making noise either. It was all quiet.

Scar was thinking, rubbing his two braincells together to think of the last piece of the plan.

Sure, they now had Impulse on their side but they needed to get the ghosts into one secure place. Grian had already said he had space at his house (mansion), as long as they set ground rules of not distributing him all the time.

But the whole plan wouldn't work if they didn't have a way to transport the ghosts. That was really all that was left.

"Ugh, this is stupid" Scar interrupted the silence, placing his head in his hands.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

"...I have no idea on how to transport the ghosts! This whole plan has no point if this isn't worked out!"

"Hey, hey. calm down. I'm sure we will work something out. What are you thinking? Like some technology or?..."

"I mean, I guess. I'm not a engineer. I don't know how this stuff works!"

"I mean, I know Impulse for that kinda stuff. He is good at machinery but I feel we shouldn't put too much on his plate."

"But I don't know anyone who does that sort of stuff!"

The two faded into silence, dwelling on who could help. Scar had no clue, he preferred making pretty things. Mumbo had told him he worked at Redstone Technologies. That was all nice, but he's not that helpful. Considering he can't touch stuff.

Grian on the otherhand had one name that immediately came to mind, and he didn't like it. They hadn't talked in years. He didn't like to dwell on his past and when they were friends wasn't the best point in his life. Not saying they were bad friends. But they fell apart after it.

He didn't have a choice though. He knew he could do it. Unless he had lost his touch for that kinda stuff a while back.

"I have someone..."

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bring bring

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"KNARFY, CAN YOU GET THAT FOR ME?!"

bring bring

"Sure man!"

bring bri-

"Hello? Systemtech speaking."
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"No, I'm Knarfy. Zee is a bit busy right now."
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"I mean, I could ask him, but I still don't know why you can't just talk to me..."
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"You know him? Childhood friends?"
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"Ok, sure whatever you say. Give me a sec"

"ZEE GET IN HERE. THEY WANNA SPEAK TO YOU!"

A bit off shuffling came from a few rooms away, then a loud thump. Some thumping footsteps followed after until he entered the room. The gringer bearded man looked at the Polar Bear man. Well, he isn't really a bear, he just sort of looks like one.

He took the phone and spoke down it to the person on the other side.

"Hey? You wanted to speak with me?..."

"Hey... Zee"

"Grian!?"

"The one and only."

"I haven't spoken to you in years man, how are you?"

"Good, thanks! How are you?"

After their little chat, Grian brought up what he needed. It was a big ask for sure. But another thing that Grian knew for certain, was the Zee liked a challenge.

"For sure, I'm down! As long as Knarfy can come with me, hes my best bud and I don't think it will get done without him"

"Yeah, for sure he can come. I have enough room. I will text you my address. Tell me when your comming round and I'll be waiting!"

And thats what happened. As soon as the call ended, a message with an address was sent to Zee. Zee and Knarfy cleared their calendars. They could leave in two days.

That was it, possibly, their whole pla3b would come together.

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hello! so this one took a while didnt it. i was pretty sure over the holidays i would write more but that hasnt happened yet. i will up my writing production soon :D

anyway, see you next chapter!

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