EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND

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EVENT LOG:
BURY A FRIEND

characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: october 9-17.
content: the hallucinations begin...
warnings: psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.

it's probably something that shouldn't be said out loud

October 9 feels like a normal day at first, save for the red lighthouse beam cutting through the darkness overhead. You know by now—or you've heard—that the lighthouse is only active during ferry arrivals and events... And there's definitely no ferry docked at the, er. Beach. The town is quiet, the forest spirits behave business-as-usual, Rastus doesn't know what's up. Whatever's going on, you'll have to figure it out for yourself.

And you will, though the hallucinations are subtle at first: objects moving when they shouldn't, people's proportions looking just a bit off, voices in an empty room, and so on. Is it just your mind playing tricks in the darkness? Might be! Will did warn you all about the effects of living without a sun and a proper day/night cycle.

As the days go on, the hallucinations are harder to ignore, no matter how much you may wish to wave them off as flukes. What's wrong with everyone's faces? When did all the howling start? Who do you hold onto when the world drops out from under you? And those hands...

While you might know it can't be real, it certainly feels real. But at least it can't last forever!

...Right?

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[lunchbreaks]

Such an awful shame to live alone in a place like this. Especially right now. You'll find someone, dear.

[ He starts to follow, wanting to make sure Ambrose at least gets home safely. ]

You are always welcome in our house, should you need not to be alone.

[necromantiae]

( for some reason, the words comfort him. he doesn't know why, if he's just feeling particularly weak and out of sorts, but it's nice to hear. )

House, huh? Where do you live?

( a house was probably too much for him right now but maybe in the future. and he'd definitely take aziraphale up on his offer at some point. )

[lunchbreaks]

In the village on Miner's Castle. It's number three if you'd ever like to come visit. I'll put on some tea.

[ He offers Ambrose a smile. Poor thing, he shouldn't have to experience death and afterlife like this. None of them should. ]

[necromantiae]

You make that offer and I might show up and never leave like a cockroach.

( no, he wouldn't be that bad. but he'd definitely visit. )

How many people live there with you?

[lunchbreaks]

Two. There's Crowley and-- um, Soldat.

[ Which, if Ambrose knows any Russian, or really German, or honestly a slew of languages where this is the root, he knows his name is just soldier. And by the delivery of how he says it, it's not a name. ]

But we're trying to clear out the attic for more space.

[necromantiae]

I don't know if I've met either of them. I might have spoken to Crowley on the network but Soldat...

( he's old enough to have picked up a few words of different languages here and there so that name makes his brow furrow for a moment. )

Soldier?

[lunchbreaks]

Ah, yes. He doesn't like the network. Soldier, anyway. Crowley does. He's very good with technology.

[ Let's just breeze past the fact that Bucky doesn't have a name. ]

[necromantiae]

So, is he an actual soldier or did his parents just really hate him?

( because soldier and all. )

That's pretty unique.

[lunchbreaks]

[ Not this. ]

I think he was a prisoner of war. He only really remembers his number and rank.

[necromantiae]

Oh.

( ambrose sobers and makes a point to not joke about that anymore. )

I can't say I know what that feels like. I've been arrested and even imprisoned in some pretty terrible places but nothing like that.

[lunchbreaks]

Imprisoned? For what?

[ No offense Ambrose, but you don't seem like a criminal. ]

[necromantiae]

Oh, a number of things. Most recently, being a warlock.

( witch hunters didn't really care for his kind. )

That is actually how I ended up dying. Unfortunate turn of events.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh. My dear Ambrose, I'm so very sorry. I had rather thought we were all done with that.

[ He says, even though he hired a witch hunter. Technically, not to hunt witches... ]

[necromantiae]

There are always going to be witch hunters out there, unfortunately. They're not as prevalent as they once were but the sentiment remains.

( people were scared of what they didn't know. )

I can only hope they didn't kill everyone.

[lunchbreaks]

I'd think if they did, that they'd have ended up here, no?

My friend and I were killed at the same time, and he's here with me.

[necromantiae]

That's the thing, they weren't all killed at once. There were some dead before me and some being...

( he trails off and shakes his head. )

I don't really understand how that all works but I haven't seen anyone that I know. I suppose that might be good news.

[lunchbreaks]

Hopefully at least they are all together.

[ Though he imagines they are probably in Hell. Heaven has some strict rules. He's not going to say them. ]

But I don't know how you're the only one who ended up here. I'm sorry if it's uncomfortable to talk about, I just haven't found a rhyme or reason to this place and I think it might be important to figuring out how to proceed.

[necromantiae]

It's not uncomfortable. It makes me a little angry but not at you. Not at anyone here.

( he was pissed at the witch hunters, at the people who wouldn't just let them live their lives. it was infuriating. )

But, what's done is done. All I can do is survive here and hope that there is...something after this. That I just don't float through whatever this is considered.

[lunchbreaks]

There is. Something after this, Ambrose.

[ He's not sure he's going to like it, though. Depending on how much of a Satanist he is, he supposes. But it's rude to assume such things about a witch. But he certainly wouldn't like Heaven, and Aziraphale isn't about to encourage anyone to try and get into Hell. ]

We make it out of here, and I promise to help you get where you should be.

[necromantiae]

Why would you offer that? ( but, he knows how that sounds and before aziraphale can say anything, he waves a hand. ) Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the offer but won't you have to get where you want to be?

( shouldn't that be his main goal? )

I'm sure I can find the way myself. I've always been good with directions.

[lunchbreaks]

Well, technically, yes.

[ But it was kind of his job to help people get where they were going in death. But really his job to do it while they were alive. ]

I can afford a small detour.

[necromantiae]

You say that now but Greendale's quite the party town. You might see it and never want to leave.

( greendale wasn't a bad town but it wasn't a party town. at all. )

We've got a mine. It's a happening place.

[lunchbreaks]

Something tells me I won't want to spend time in a mine after this, no matter how nice the party is.

Though I appreciate the invitation.

[necromantiae]

We'll see if Greendale is still standing by the time I make it back.

( considering sabrina and the witch hunters, ambrose isn't sure that'll happen. )

It might just be a smoking hole in the ground.

[lunchbreaks]

I've been to some quite astounding parties in my day, and I do have to wonder what in the world you are doing at your parties, Ambrose.