A BEAN omg yes
Owner: Chanceuxcat
Name: RC's Ghostfacer // Casper "Cas"
Gender: Male
Breed Specific Genese ah (half-agouti) and wdr (white dripping)
Item: Small flashlight keychainStory:He should not be here. Not now, not ever.
The floor creaks somewhere in the dank old house, making Casper jump.
Relax, he commands his fast beating heart, the loud
thump thump echoing in the otherwise quiet room. He moves stealthily, paws lightly touching the ground.
Maybe it won't see me.This is a lie, of course. If anything could be seen on this pitch black night, it was a stark white cat. Casper's fur almost glows even in the dark. Especially in the dark.
He curses himself. He doesn't know what
it is, but he's positive that
something's in the house with him. Oh why did he take the dare? Why couldn't he back down from a challenge tonight? Spend a whole night in the spooky Winchester house. It had only been built so strange because the old lady went crazy. Surely there weren't actually ghosts, right?
Sneaking past the guards was great fun. Although he's surprisingly good at being unnoticed for a bright white cat, Casper loved frightening that guard, just as she was leaving for the night. He raced past her, disappearing around a corner. When she slowly looked around it, certain she had seen something, he had already moved to another place. But the guard, although shaken, was off duty by then and left. So Casper was alone in the confusing maze of a house. Or that's what he
thought.
The door slams behind him, shutting out any light left in the room. Even with his improved night vision, Casper can't even see his paw in front of his face. He shuffles around the room, which he believes to be the living room, blind. He bumps into a glass wall, a window it seems (who puts a window in the middle of a living room? Apparently the crazy old lady, who was starting to seem annoying rather than eccentric) but manages to keep going.
A swinging door creaks on its hinges, back and forth.
Eeek, eeek. Eeek, eeek.Casper runs through it, ignoring the door slapping on the back of his legs.
Eeeeeeearrrrrrroooooo. A yowl, un-cat-or-human-like, comes from somewhere in the house, impossible to place. Casper stops dead in his tracks, trying to figure out where it's coming from.
"Hel-hello? Who's there?" he squeaks. Silence meets his question.
He clears his throat, pushing away the fear bubbling in his stomach, and tries again. "Come out whoever you are!"
The clouds clear, letting a sliver of moonlight piece through the stain-glass window above. Casper can make out a shadow standing on the other end of the room. He quickly glances around, frantically searching for something before the light goes out again.
There! He dives for the small key chain, a cheap flashlight but the perfect size for a cat to hold in their mouth. He snatches it up, biting down on the button and the light flickers on.
He almost drops it in fright. The shadow, only a meter away from him now, becomes more focused in the beam of light. It's shaped almost like a cat, its appendages dissolving into a dark mist at the tips. Its eyes blink at him, somehow blacker than black and it smiles.
"What- what are you?" he manages to ask around the flashlight in his mouth. "Are you... dead?"
The shadow sits, cocking it's head to one side. "Aren't you?"
Casper shakes his head, still petrified. "N-no. I'm alive."
"Oh," the shadow sighs, "I thought you were a ghost too. It's lonely here."
Casper's quiet for a moment, thinking he must be hearing incorrectly.
This is a spirit and... it's lonely?"I'm sorry if I frightened you. I was just having a bit of fun," the shadow says, lowering its head guiltily.
"Uh, that's ok. No hard feelings." Casper can't believe this.
Just wait until I tell them about this! They'll never believe I saw a ghost! "So, what's your name?"
The spirit looks back up at him. "It's Spyro. Well, that's the name I call myself. I never had a name before I died."
"Nice to meet you Spyro. I'm Casper."
"Do you want to see my home?" the ghost asks eagerly, leaping onto their... well, where their paws would be.
Casper grins, holding the light between his teeth. This evening was much more exciting than he had predicted!
"Sure! Lead the way!"
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The two cats- one alive and one less than living, but both cats all the same- spend the rest of the night running about the eerie house. Although Spyro has no trouble seeing in the dark, Casper holds the flashlight clenched tight between his teeth, its glow illuminating their path. They bounce on the dusty couches, knock over antiques (or Casper does, while the ghost watches with glee. "I haven't been able to cause destruction like that for ages! My paws just pass through it!"), and generally cause a ruckus. When the sun begins to appear on the horizon, gently shining through the dark, they fun comes to an end.
"Thank you for playing with me Casper. Maybe... we'll see each other again some day." And with that, the ghost vanishes, sunlight streaming through every window and lighting up the room. Guards begin to unlock the doors, locks clicking open. Casper quickly ducks out the door, much to the guards' surprise.
When he shows the key chain to his friends later and shares the story behind it, Casper is indignant to hear them laugh. They don't believe a word of what he's saying. He shakes it off, grinning. Well then, next time he'd just have to bring them with, now wouldn't he?
Now, Casper keeps the flashlight tucked safely in a pocket on the side of his harness and it accompanies him on all his journeys. After all, he'll never know when he might need to light the way on his ghost hunts!
(988 words)(If I win this baby, I will be buying either a simple or complex harness to be added along with the flashlight. On his ref, the flashlight can just be dangling from his mouth :3)
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