whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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?

[Are you kidding.]

No, I've been trying to tell you I'm right here.

Right next to the sofa.

[Glance at the TV. Glance at the sofa.]

I can't see you.

[Which doesn't exactly mean that Pink ain't there. Larry rubs the back of his head.]

...that doesn't explain what the fuck is up here. Quit playing games.

Bullshit nothin's there.

[And to prove it Freddy moves on to walk right through Pink. This might feel weird.]

Sorry I don't have control of my poltergeist shit yet, I'll try harder to master this crap so you don't shit your pants, White.

[Hey. What are you doin-what are you doing]

Stop that!

[A paw darts out to grab Freddy to pull him away. The way Pink speaks with such conviction confirms all those bad feelings.]

Are you dead then?

[He's about to say shit like that just doesn't happen except they're not in their normal world. Shit happens. Weird, weird shit. And it still is a shocker.]

[Blaughrugajdgkgkdejsdfsl mommy. Oh okay daddy will do. Er, that is, Mr. White will do. Freddy's already rubbing himself down trying to shake off the heebie jeebies when Larry pulls him away.]

Jesus Christ. [Shuddderrrrrrrrr.] Who the fuck killed you man?

Mr. Orange just touched my fucking ass.

[YES HE SOUNDS GRUMPY. The lights do a weird flickering thing]

Fuck if I know. One second I was getting ready to go out and the next I was walking through walls.

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