Bates Motel
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Y/n sat there for a while again letting out an irritated sigh. Something is off...her senses are heightened as she feels this presence behind her, a cold breeze making its way to her neck and her ear starts to ring, sending a chill up her spine as she sharply looks up, just like before when she heard that voice outside. No, not again... Please... She tried to lay these things to rest, she's already in enough trouble as it is... She doesn't want to face this spirit.
She was anticipating it, and when she heard the grave "Boo!" behind her, she instinctively swung her fist at the intruder. Her punch sailed through the air, making contact with nothing. She turned her heart racing, to find herself facing a man with long, dark hair, wearing a suit that looked out of place in the rundown motel. He wasn't bad-looking, but his hair was a bit frizzy, mostly likely naturally wavy or curly; he just didn't know how to take care of it. Worth a shot...
He grinned widely, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling excitement, his eyes were wild as he leaned closer to her. "So you CAN see me! Oh, that's great!"
Y/n stared at him, her mind scrambling to process what to say. He stepped closer, and she took it upon herself to judge his character. Maintaining her composure.
"Hello!? Fucking knock? Manners? Where is my 'hey, good morning,' 'how you doin'?'" she retorted, her voice sharp despite her confusion. She squinted, taking in his almost spectral appearance, her eyes darting around his appearance more attentively, And then she let out a groan mixed with a scoff. The realization hit her like a cold breeze. She felt a mix of aggravation and resignation wash over her. The bizarre events of the past few days had left her exhausted, and now she was faced with yet another supernatural encounter.
"Who are you?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. She said as she crossed her arms and pinched the bridge of her nose "And why are you here? Don't tell me you formed some kind of attachment, I will literally choke myself."
The ghost's grin widened at the way she looked at him; the attention, his eyes dancing with a mischievous light. "Name's none of your business, But you can call me Chucky. I've been stuck following you since you bumped into me in Jersey. Didn't expect anyone to see me."
Y/n blinked, that sounded vaguely familiar, like a distant memory she couldn't quite place. She did bump into a guy in jersey around that good guy store "You got shot?" she said looking at the slight blood on his collar.
He chuckled, a low, eerie sound that sent chills down her spine. "Let's just say I had some unfinished business. You know, the usual—revenge, death, a little bit of fun. But being dead can get boring. Watching people without them knowing I'm here? Not exactly thrilling."
Y/n crossed her arms, her wariness giving way to curiosity. "Unfinished business, huh? What does that have to do with me?"
'Chucky' shrugged, his ghostly form flickering slightly. "Mostly just curious. You also happened to be the last person I bumped into before I got blasted. What's your story? Just fucking with you, I don't give a shit!"
Y/n hesitated, unsure if she could trust a ghost—especially one with such a sinister aura. But the truth was, he needed all the help he could get. "Alright, 'Chucky', listen" she said finally. She said as she stared at him for a bit, her thoughts running like clockwork, "Your name, Charles Lee Ray, right?"
His smirk slowly wiped away as he looked down at her, his eyes gleaming. "How the fuck do you know that?" He said in a grave tone. He said as he looked at her with a skeptical look.
Y/n just tilted her head and gave a shit eating grin. "Oh I'm sorry? You know for someone he's into voodoo and hoodoo, you act like you don't know what a medium is? The more you stand around me, the more your memories flow into mine."
"But...That doesn't happen unless I let you see them." He hissed. How... The... Fuck? She wasn't even aware of him 2 nights ago, how is she so hyper aware of him now? She was so easy to attach to, like a fucking soul magnet. She must have been repressing something... But this means she holds power? He liked power....
"No, but that means a part of you wants me to know deep down. That's kind of how that works. You long for someone to know your story, your name, Yes? Every ghost has unfinished business, that's why they're stuck between realms, Ray." She said sternly as he clenched his fists
"You-"
"NO, YOU LISTEN! Shut the fuck up because I'm not going to take any disrespect from some dickhead who FUCKED UP SO BAD that he was about to to live life as a FUCKING DOLL! Don't forget that I'm the one alive right now, and I'm the only one that can fucking help you at the moment, so DON'T give me your shitty attitude or so help me GOD I'll find your body, throw salt on it and fucking burn your damn bones so you're gone for good! Don't make me get the rock salt!" She hissed.
"You're a fucking bitch" he hissed back as he got really close to her face to intimidate her.
"I don't think I said anything that warranted a response. Now. SIT." She demanded as she squinted her eyes not backing down.
Silence
He growls and mutters under his breath As he sits down on the bench in front of the bed. She rolled her eyes at him. "Now, let's sit down, talk about it, and I'll see what I can do. Sound nice? Good! Talk my ear off, hopefully we can work some kind of telepathy thing out. I got shit to do." She said as she sits down on the bed with a sigh, trying to be respectful.
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