whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Maybe he set his clock back.

[Or is it supposed to be forward at this time of year? Though if the former were the case then Pink would've been there waiting for an hour, but just as well believable he might have left in frustration. Weird. Either way he's with the old man on this one, the guy should know, it's just a step to make because he was going to find out eventually.]

The guy doesn't have much of a reason to pussy out.

[Freddy rationalizes. At the door he knocks.] Hey. Pink.

[There's silence, even as the door swings open gently.

Pink didn't forget or chicken out, but he's currently not really visible or even tangible.

The entry way is empty.]

Oh shit.

[That was not something that the old man saw coming. He looks into the apartment. It's not some haunted house. They used to live here. So...there shouldn't be a problem with coming in.]

Hello?

[He's reaching for a gun, just in case. Let him go first, kid.]

.....

[Not this haunted house bullshit again. Hell to the fucking no. Especially not with Larry feeling under the weather. But then if something's wrong here the kid feels obligated to check on Pink's well being. Damn. Okay in they go, guns drawn. The kid follows after the old man.]

Pink? It's Orange, I'm not in the mood for fuckin' games.

[Please don't let a wheezing kid walk out please don't let a wheezing kid walk out.]

[No wheezing kid, and the door doesn't slam shut behind them....yet.

Pink's ghost is actually chilling on the couch, and watching these guys.

Hey, I'm right here.

Anything? Anything?]

[The upside of this apartment is that they know where vital things are. Doorways, closets, light switches. Except the lights are already on.]

Nothin' here that I see.

[Larry tilts his head to the bedroom and bathroom to take a peek. Nope. Sorry Pink. They don't see or hear anything.]

Weird. I don't think he'd just take off like that.

[Nothing yet and since the door doesn't slam behind them Freddy will close it just to make sure nobody else comes in or out. Where's that cat too? You know in case it tries to throw itself at them.]

Don't seem like him. [Rambling man or not. See that's technically a compliment, Pink.]

[Pink's ghost stands up and goes right up into White's face. Oh man, this is power, because he can spit and no one would know.

Hey no one said he was brave.

He locks the door. Shit. This could be funny.

Lights, off.]

[The place ain't that big. A sweep around and nosing in the closets show no one is here.]

It's cold in h--

[There goes the door. And the lights.]

...Who the fuck is in here?

[Safety is off now. Even though he's sure that they would have seen the source by now. Larry is looking in every corner, a hand on Freddy.]

Fuck.

[He didn't lock the door. Who locked the door? Why are the lights out?! Freddy is right there next to Larry, side by side or back to back, whichever covers more ground with their guns. Look at how modernized he's become, the kid uses his 'smartphone' to shine a light on the place since he ain't got no flashlight.]

You're outgunned. [Whoever it is because Freddy don't want to think it's a whatever.]

[I am not, you assholes.

The lights flicker and the cat - 9 pounds of pure evil - casually saunters to the entryway and meditates there.]

[Now the lights are strobing? Jesus.]

None of this is good.

[Especially when White sets eyes on that cat.]

Oh fucking--

[Huff. Puff. Keep it cool old man. The smell of cat is all over the house. It makes it even more uncomfortable.]

Let's head to the kitchen to see if he fed the cat or not.

[Freddy's got his eyes on the feline to make sure it's not undead or some other creepy Pet Cemetery shit. He keeps his eyes on it the entire time while backing away into the kitchen with Larry.]

Shit Pink could be in the fuckin' bowl.

[The cat's food bowl he means. That's what cats eat out of right? Kitty dishes.]

[The cat food and water are on it's own little mat - Pink is oddly devoted to that cat - in the kitchen. There's dishes that are drying so he's been there recently.

Pink follows them, and when they're standing over the cat dishes, presumably looking for pieces of him or something, he turns the faucet on]

[Leaning, leaning. Yep. Cat business. Damn does he hate the smell of cat food. Nasty.]

He was here. Fed the cat. Did the dishes...

[The rushing water cuts the silence abruptly. The old man flinches. Water. Water. Just water.

Brown eyes go to you, kid. Something isn't right. Staying isn't a good idea.]

Think maybe he played Bloody Mary or something?

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[Device pocketed because the lights are kind of on, then WHOOSH. His gun is trained on the faucet like he's got super speed all over again. Fuck this shit, seriously.]

He could've been humpin' a ouija board for all I care I think we gotta get outta here man.

[Yes, Orange is kind of a believer but can you blame a kid who happens to adore comic books, fantastic stories, and horror? They say seeing is believing but others say believe then you will see.]

[Fuck no you're not leaving yet.

The sofa flings itself in front of the door.]

[It makes a fucking terrible noise as it moves across the floor. An even worse noise when it falls. Really though that's not as bad as a gunshot. Larry on instinct shoots it because of the big mass moving. He didn't register what it was. Just one clean shot right into the biggest cushion.

They used to fuck on that couch.]

....Fuckin'-- Who the hell is here? What the fuck do you want?

[And where the fuck is Pink? Why the fuck is this happening?]

[No. Fuck fuck fuck no. Not this again. While Larry takes care of the couch Freddy goes straight for the cat, looking to grab it and hold it hostage or something because if the cat's doing it he'll shoot the piece of shit but if not well the cat must be alive for a reason right?? He'll hold it for ransom.

It's honestly just a shot in the dark.] That's enough bullshit!

[The cat is not pleased with this plan, he hisses and takes a swipe whenever someone comes near, and the TV turns on.

Naturally there's snow.]

Hey asshole don't fuck with my cat!

[Holy shit did he know he could do that?]

[Naturally all eyes go to the TV. The glow it gives off seems to give off a light stronger than it ever had to begin with.]

...You hear that?

[To Freddy. Because...yeah. There's a voice coming through the screen. The snow is jumping all over the place.]

Pink? What the fuck is going on?

[One of those swipes manages to cut Freddy across the back of his hand. The cat goes free without losing one of its nine lives but not without a split second snarl from the kid, something ferocious and almost foaming, but then the moment's gone.]

Son of a bitch. [He shakes his cut hand out. Nothing deep--ooooookay. He saw this movie.] Poltergeist.

[Wait.] Pink? Pink that you? You motherfucker! [He goes to the TV and gives the thing a thumb from his boot.] What the fuck's goin' on!

[There's silence]

Holy shit you can hear me?

I've only been trying to tell you I'm here!

[Lies but whatever]

[Somehow Larry knows Freddy's cut without looking. Well, the cat is pretty much one of the most awful animals in the City in his book. It has an attitude to match Pink's.]

Yeah we can hear you. You been fucking with us this whole damn time?

[He shouts at the TV. Regrets are at a zero.]

We been looking all over for you. What the fuck happened.

[Poltergeist is just a movie. At least that's what the old man has been telling himself. A movie like the kind of a horror show they saw at that house? Larry holsters his gun.]

[Another thump to the TV set, not hard enough to knock it an inch of course.]

Why the fuck are you in a TV, asshole.

[Freddy holsters his gun too but only a moment after Larry does.] You rig up some fancy surveillance shit?

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