Phasmorune| A Deltarune AU

by orphan_account

Summary:

When the Dark Worlds are destroyed by a mysterious event, the few survivors make their way to the Light World to start new lives. What happens to those who did not survive? Well, they become ghosts of course! Join Kris, Susie, and Ralsei as they become ghostbusters in Hometown! Who knows...maybe some of your favorite characters will appear in the Light World.
A Phasmophobia/Deltarune crossover.

Chapter 1

TW: Major Character Death, Implied Suicide

 

PROLOGUE

The kingdom was falling apart rapidly. Fires were springing up everywhere, cracks lined the floors and the sky itself, and the peasants were taking this moment of weakness to rebel and invade the palace. It was utter chaos that had never been matched, not even by the incident.

The King was trying to appease the people, but they refused to back down. How dare they, he thought, how dare they rebel against the crown when I am at my weakest! He could only fend them off for so long; his infant son, cradled in his arms, was hindering him. He had to get out of there, to save both of their lives, but how?

Just when the king could hold on no longer, a familiar unsheathing of a sword was heard by everyone. All eyes were directed towards the forest where the sound came from. In the distance, the Duke stood ready for battle. Lance in hand, he ran towards the mob that was steadily forming at the gates. A glimmer of hope shimmered in the King’s soul. Maybe, after all, everything would turn out okay. The Duke, now beside the king, finally spoke.

“Mine Kinge, I shall deal with these rebels. Thou must leave immediately!”

“Rouxls, I can’t just leave you! They’ll surely kill you by yourself.”

This was very likely: the peasants had not only brought their rage but also their weapons. But the Duke was desperate, and there was no time.

“Sir, thou shouldn’tst worry about me. Just leaveth, and I will find thou when things are safeth.”

The people were close to breaking the gates.

“You’ll die facing them-“

The gates wouldn’t hold for much longer.

“THEN I SHALL DIE! IF IT IS FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE KINGDOM, I WILL GLADLY OFFERETH MINE LIFE!”

The bars were cracking. The Duke was right.

“Ok, ok…goodbye, Rouxls”

“Until we meet again, mine Kinge.”

As the King sprinted away into the forest, he could hear the bars breaking, the shouts of his subjects, and the swinging of a lance.

***

The Prince finally made it to the castle, after running for what seemed like ages. For a child, he was very resilient, but this was definitely his limit. When he finally looked up after resting for a short moment, he saw the Spade King emerge from the Scarlet Forest. Rushing to his side, he began to anxiously mutter something to him.

“Prince Ralsei, I can’t hear what you are saying.”

“O-oh, sorry”, the prince apologized. “I know how we can get you and your son out of here, but it will be risky!”

“We have no other choices, Prince. What do we need to do?”

“Well, I have recently discovered a way to get to the light world, but I need some of the water from the Dark Fountain to do so. We must hurry, however! I have seen the rebels advancing on the castle!”

So Rouxls had failed, the king thought. He hoped that he was not actually…no, now was not the time to think about that!

“Of course, Prince.”

 

***
As the King and the Prince entered the castle, it truly struck them how quiet it was. The few loyal servants who remained had joined the Duke in fighting the rebels. If any of them survived was yet to be known, but now was not the time. While the Prince headed to the highest floor, the King hesitated.

“Hurry, Mr. King! We don’t have a lot of time!”

“You go ahead. Take my son with you, and let me know when you are ready.”

“Um…ok, if you say so!”

The Prince gently took the child and closed the elevator doors while the King stayed behind. Even though he had a reputation of being a dictator, the King had it in his heart to search for any staff members who remained in the castle and could be saved from the impending doom. After all, he needed some good press. So he searched every room on every floor, hoping to find someone. He checked
every pile of gems and in every hole dug by the generations of royal children. Finally, he had searched almost everywhere.

The floor labeled ??? had been left deserted for 43 years. At least, it was almost deserted, save the one prisoner it held. Other than occasional visits from a friend and food delivery, nobody had been there since it’s one cell was filled. Reluctantly, the King took the elevator to this floor. Perhaps the loneliness of their confinement had restored some sanity to the jester, or maybe they had gone further down the path of madness.

***

The elevator came to a stop. Slowly, the King stepped out. He must proceed with caution; after the chaos of their last escapade the jester could easily kill him. As he descended down the many steps, the King heard voices, presumably in an argument.

“-and there’s no need for any of this! Just come with me, Jevil, or the peasants will surely have your head!”

So Seam, the beloved court mage and friend of all was visiting- impeccable timing, as usual. By now he had reached the end of the stairway and was going to tap Seam’s shoulder when they whipped around quickly to face him.

“Oh, hello King Spade! I… wasn’t expecting you to visit, haha…”

“I apologize for intruding, Seam, but we must leave immediately. I’ve received news that the rebellious peasants are advancing on the castle at this very moment. I have an escape plan with the Prince, so please come with us.”

Amidst all of this conversation, the King failed to notice the jester quietly peeping through the metal bars of their cell. Despite their seemingly silent exterior, their mind was reeling. They had a decision to make, and it was not an easy one. Listening to the conversation of the cat and the king was much easier.

And yet, it couldn’t last. Unless he chimed in, they wouldn’t stop bickering. So, with all of their determination, they finally spoke up.

“UNLESS YOU DIDN’T NOTICE, NOTICE, WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME, TIME. THE CLOCK TICKS, KING.”

Apparently startled at their sudden comment, the King and Seam looked at him. Finally, Seam spoke with a tone of urgency.

“Please, Jevil. Stop this madness and come with us.”

“I’M SORRY SEAM, SEAM, BUT IT WAS NOT MEANT TO BE.”

Seeing that he would get nowhere with them, the cat brusquely turned towards the king, nodded his head, and began to climb the stairs without another word to the jester. The King knew he had little time, so he quickly said goodbye to Jevil and ascended the stairs.

The elevator came, then it went.

And then they were gone.

And Jevil was alone again.
***
Rouxls tried to hold on. Grasping at his lance, he kept his focus on the feelings of the metal. Cold. Hard. Wet.
It was wet with blood. Some of it his own, some of it not. He was dying-there was no doubt about it. Still, he held on for as long as possible.
Cold. Hard. Wet. Then numbness.
His grip loosened on the lance, and his body went limp. Rouxls focused on his memories. Happy days, spending time with his friends, Seam, Jevil, Spade King.
King. He hoped with all of his heart that he had gotten away. As his consciousness slowly slipped away, his last words barely escaped from his mouth:
“I loveth thee, mine Kinge…”
***
Jevil had been waiting for weeks. No time had passed at all in their little freedom, but they felt the effects of the outside world. They had heard screams-oh, so many screams. Nobody had come back for them, after the plunder of the kingdom. All the noises had stopped days ago. But they were still here. Alone.
It seemed clear to them that there was only one way to change things. They could do anything that he wanted, couldn’t they? What if they ended the game that was their existence! It would make everyone happier, truly. Whoever was still left after the massacre outside did not care about them. Not even the man who had gotten them here.
So, what were they waiting for? Seam to come back? He would be happier without the burden that was Jevil. King wouldn’t bother about him at all. Rouxls, well, Jevil didn’t want to think about what Rouxls would do. He was better off without them, nonetheless.
Jevil summoned his Devilsknife.
It was over in a moment. But they were sure that they had heard something before everything went black. It was garbage noise.
Had he been there all along?

Chapter 2: welcome to the mindfuck! part one

Summary:

i thought i had published this part already but guess i didn't anyway here ya go k bye

***

Jevil woke up in a pitch black room.  No, not a room.  A void of some sort…

 

Natural instinct took hold.  “Gaster…?”, they called out.  But nothing happened.  It was only then that they realized that they were laying down.  They stayed, for a while, pondering their situation.  Were they dead?  Was this some sort of eternal torment, a land of nothingness meant to break one’s soul?  Or was it just, well, a void?  It was certainly not a “Heaven”, or whatever the strange man had said Lightners believed in.  Seeing that lying around would do nothing, they got to their feet and wandered around aimlessly.

 

***

Rouxls found himself in an incredibly comfortable armchair.  Quick to his feet, he reached for his dagger but found none.  Instead, a purple, crescent-shaped tear in his vest ran across his chest and his belt, which usually held his weapons, held only some golden keys which he had no memory of.  Looking at his surroundings, he was suddenly grateful for the keys.  The walls were covered in vibrant red velvet, and in front of him was a gold-polished door with a heavy lock.  After making sure that nobody else was around, Rouxls walked towards the door and unlocked it.

 

***

The world of the Lightners was fantastic.  There was a “sky”, and it was blue of all colors.  What was even more magnificent was that Darkners were here, in their normal forms.  Prince Ralsei had somehow found some magical way to allow Darkners to stay in the Light World, which was beneficial seeing that the King and Seam had nowhere else to go.

 

Ralsei had been able to convince the Lightners that they were new neighbors moving into town.  The King, who was not used to not having his every order followed, mainly stayed in the house that Ralsei had found for them (the kid could do a bunch of things.  The King and Seam just went along with it.)  He had also adopted a new name, since he no longer had actual kingly status.  All of the Lightners just called him “Spades”, and eventually it stuck.  Things in the Light World were a bit easier for the other two Darkners.  Seam opened up a new Seap, where Ralsei would help when he was not at “school.”  

 

This “School” intrigued the King and Seam.  Yes, they had both received an education; but they had never heard of such a place where multiple children were taught all at once.  There must have also been time for recreation, seeing that Ralsei had made two new friends: a purple girl named Susie and a quiet person named Kris.  Ralsei talked about them a lot, so they must have been close.  

 

So, things were doing okay in the Light World.  Hopefully, things would stay that way.

Notes:

this is way shorter than i thought :| anyway im working on the chapter with more about what happened to the darkners who got oofed sooooo yeah might finish that today or tmw k bye fr now

Chapter 3: welcome to the mindfuck! part two

Summary:

woeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeow i should've been studying but its oki bc i wrote this yippee

Notes:

cw for mentions of suicide, i think that's all
spamvil enjoyers i'm cooking your food right now
anyway i FINALLY got the motivation to write this wahoo

***

Jevil didn’t know how long it had been.  Time did not pass, nor did it stay still, here in this void of sorts.  It clearly wasn’t the void they knew, otherwise Gaster would be here.  This was some other place, somewhere unfamiliar and uncomforting.  Still, it was better than the prison cell they had been in for so long.

 

Finally, they saw someone in the distance.  A greyish-purplish figure stood far away from where they were.  “Hello?”, they called out.  The figure seemed to move a bit, though they couldn’t tell what it was doing.  Then, it starting coming closer.  Slowly, Jevil could make out different details about it.  It was a tall, gray-winged person.  Their monochrome gray hair covered their eyes, but they had a round, pale face.  They wore a purple turtleneck and black sweatpants.  But what stuck out most of all was their wings.  Adorned with gemstones of all sorts, there were about 8 of them protruding from the person’s body.  They walked slowly and slouched slightly.  Once they got much closer, they stopped.  And then, they spoke.

 

“You are Jevil Ahriman.” they said.  It was not a question.  Their voice sounded oddly familiar, but Jevil couldn’t put their finger on it.  The person continued.  “You are dead.  This is a place you will never see again.  My name is Keres.  I am your guide for now.”  They had absolutely no emotion on their face.  Jevil, however, had a million thoughts running through their head.  So, they were dead.  Interesting.  “Okay…”, they said, trying to hide any emotion that (what had they said their name was again…oh!) Keres might pick up.  Keres took a clipboard from out of thin air, reached for a pen in their sweatpant pocket, and turned around.  “Walk with me”, they said.

 

Keres explained how the afterlife worked to Jevil as they walked, seemingly, to nowhere.  After one dies, Lightner or Darkner, they were either transported to a paradise perfectly suited for them or, in Jevil’s case, assigned to “live” on Earth again as ghosts.  This was most often because said person had died without achieving perfect happiness.  The Universe was very kind; it wanted for everyone to die happily.  If they didn’t, they got another chance.  There were a variety of different types of ghosts that one could become, often based off of personality, cause of death, and former life actions.  Jevil’s file had them assigned as a demon (unsurprisingly).  As a demon, they would be able to easily communicate with the living yet would often present negative energies, could possess the living, and had a higher chance of lashing out.  

 

I probably would’ve done that no matter what type I was, Jevil thought.

 

Keres went on.  Because of their untimely and incredibly negative death (the file went into great detail, of which I will spare the reader expense), Jevil also qualified for a seperate afterlife program: the SOULmate program.  Lightners often believed that a soulmate was a romantic pair destined by fate.  The afterlife, however, defined it as two ghosts who accompany each other as they roamed Earth.  This was often to prevent any further psychological damage from occurring to those who died traumatically.  The soulmate was often chosen from people once known or close to the deceased.  As Keres said this, they turned a nonexistent corner and led Jevil down a dark hallway with a singular, black-and-white door at the end.  

 

“If you’re ready to meet your soulmate, this is the place.  Shall we go in?”

 

Keres stared (or, they assumed that they were staring) at Jevil.

With a bit too much firmness in their voice, the demon responded:

 

“Yes.”

 

Keres opened the door.

 

Inside was a vivid pink room filled with chairs and beanbags of all sorts.  A gray radio played a soft instrumental tune in the background.  It took a few seconds for Jevil’s eyes to adjust to the light.  When they could see clearly again, they saw a familiar pair of worn-down, black leather shoes hanging from a chair.  There was no way it was who they thought it was.  

 

And yet, it was .  Wearing his patched and faded business suit while also bundled up in a pink sweater with streamers, Spamton G. Spamton, the washed up salesman who was once the biggest Big Shot there ever was, stared at the door as it opened.  Even for his low standards, his hair was messily done, going this way and that all over his head.  It did look quite nice, though, with some new pink and yellow gradient streaks at the ends of the slick black locks.  His signature glasses were cracked, but now his cartoonish eyes were much more visible.  A look of shock fell over his face as he saw Jevil.

 

Sitting on a beanbag in a corner with headphones in was another person, probably some associate of Keres’.  This one was much more vibrantly attired.  Their thick brown curls shaped their V-shaped face and complemented their hazelnut skin dotted with red freckles.  It barely hid some sort of ears at the top, similar to that of a panda’s.  They wore a sleeveless golden dress with white and gold sandals and knee-high white socks while also being adorned with a variety of golden jewelry.  It took them a moment to realize that some more people were here.  They quickly stood up and took off their headphones.  “Hey Keres!”, they said.  Keres simply nodded and turned back towards Jevil.  “This is Spamton G. Spamton.  You two have a history.”  Jevil kept staring at Spamton before responding quickly.  “Oh, uh, yeah.”  Spamton, likewise, continued to stare, most likely bewildered that he was seeing them again after so long.  The other person came closer towards the front of the room, revealing the nametag they had on their dress.  “Pandabear, She/They!!!”, it read, along with having many smiley faces and hearts drawn on.  The name was very fitting.  

 

“We’ll leave you two alone for a moment to catch up.  Come on, PB.” Keres turned towards her and then left the room, while Pandabear skipped out, waved, and closed the door.

 

There was an awkward silence before Spamton finally spoke up.

 

“Jevil…?  Is it really you?”

 

This shocked Jevil.  When they were alive, Spamton had only been able to call them “Clown”, or “Clown Around Town” if trying to say their full name.  “Your stutter.  It’s gone?”, they asked.

 

“Yeah!  It’s really freeing. You don’t repeat words anymore either.”

 

“Huh, I just noticed that.”

 

More silence. Then:

 

“How did you die, Spamton?”

 

“Huh?  Oh, a machinery accident.”

 

Jevil knew exactly what he was talking about.

 

“How about you?”, the puppet asked.

 

“Suicide by beheading.”

 

“Damn.”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Well that sucks.”

 

“Pretty much.”

 

They talked as if they had last seen each other yesterday, even though they both had not heard from each other for years.  They caught up on their lives, shared their joy and their pain, and ultimately were happy that they would be spending most of their time together for a while.

 

Outside, Keres and Pandabear talked.

 

“I knew they would be perfect soulmates.” Pandabear said.

 

Keres spread apart their hair and glared at her.  “You know I was the one who matched them together.”

 

“I know, but still~”

 

“Ugh, whatever.”

 

The afterlife was a second chance at a happy “life”.  It was also a time to heal.  But, meanwhile, in a library, a blue duke was nowhere near closure.

Notes:

guys its almost emo rouxls time also i told you ch. 2 characters were coming
seriously, i can't wait to write the next chapter which will hopefully be soon.
that's all for now!

Chapter 4: welcome to the mindfuck! part three

Summary:

chapter one of two that i will be posting today i'm so productive guys

Notes:

i don't think there's any CWs for this one...
hope y'all enjoy!

***

Rouxls had found a library behind the doors he had opened what seemed like ages ago.  Having read through all of the books he had found interesting, he was now reading about something called “quantum physics”.  It was confusing, but it helped to pass the time.  Speaking of time, the only way Rouxls was able to remotely tell how much time had passed was by looking at the grandfather clock near the table he sat at.  Instead of having numbers, it had symbols he could not read, but the hour and minute hand seemed to move similarly to that of a regular clock.  Thus, he was able to tell that it had been about 3 days.  He hadn’t slept or eaten anything; he never got tired and he wasn’t hungry in this strange place.  What he did feel, however, was lost.  

 

His last memory was of being sliced across his chest and bleeding out.  Was he dead?  Is this where those who die go?  And if he wasn’t dead, why wasn’t he hungry, tired, or in pain?  Where was King and his child?  Were they okay?  And what about his friends?  Were they able to survive the hordes of angry citizens?  There were too many questions and too many possible answers.  So he did not think about them.  He thought about the book.

 

Suddenly, the doors from which Rouxls had come opened again.  Standing by the doors was a strange, many-winged being with an incredibly dull palette.  With a thud, the doors closed again as the being walked towards him.  They said not a word until they sat down at the same table Rouxls was at.  Facing him on the opposite side, they spoke.

 

“You are Rouxls Kaard”

 

How does this random person know my name?, Rouxls thought.  He decided to ignore that question for a moment.

 

“Yeseth.”

 

“You are dead.” the being spoke, seeming to not take into account the duke’s response. “This is the afterlife.  My name is Keres.  I will be your guide for now.”

 

So, he was dead.  That answered at least a few questions.

 

“Okayeth.”

 

“You can drop the accent.  Nobody is here to judge you about it.”

 

“How did you know about that– I MEANST.  WHAT????”

 

“...Follow me.”

 

Keres began to walk through the library’s main hall.  Rouxls followed.

 

After explaining the concept of the afterlife to him, Keres went through his file.  Rouxls had been assigned as a Banshee ghost.  He would be able to talk to the living, but only to one person at a time.  He couldn’t possess others, but anyone would be able to hear him if he sang.  Rouxls had never thought much about singing, so this was new.  He’d try it out eventually.  

 

The pair reached another set of doors.  Keres turned towards Rouxls and spoke.

 

“I forgot to mention.  You have a lot on your mind.  Many unanswered questions.  Too many.  You cannot live a happy afterlife with all of those.  You have the option to have your memories removed temporarily.  Would you prefer that?”

 

At first, Rouxls’ immediate answer was a firm “no”.  But then he thought about it.  They were right.  What if he never saw the people he knew ever again?  He’d always think of them, and then he would be unhappy and would stay as a ghost forever.  That defeated the whole purpose.

 

“Will I get the memories back?”

 

“One day,  When you have found true happiness, you will remember.”

 

I have nothing left to lose , he thought.

 

“Okay.  I’ll do it.  As long as I get them back one day”

 

“Excellent.  Once we enter through these doors, you will remember nothing about your past.  Only the present will be important.”

 

With that, Keres opened the doors.

 

“Whenever you’re ready.”

 

Rouxls had one last question.

 

“Is everything going to be okay?”

 

Keres seemed a bit startled by that one, but quickly regained their composure.

 

“May Lady Luck be on your side.”

 

And they both stepped through the doors.

Notes:

rouxls being a banshee is honestly the best decision i have ever made in my entire life

Chapter 5: welcome to the mindfuck! - finale

Summary:

guys the intro era is over sob imma miss it

Notes:

i don't think there's any CWs for this one either
this is the end of the five fucking chapter long prologue wahoo
anyway, enjoy!

***

The first thing he could remember was waking up on a beanbag.  As he looked around, he saw many other beanbags arranged in a circle.  There were two beings on two of the beanbags: one vibrantly colored, panda-looking woman listening to music and a blue, black, and white robot lady with a cracked head sitting criss-crossed and staring at the wall.  

 

He started to ponder many things.  Who was he?  Where was he?  And who were these other people?  He stared down at his hands.  They were blue and had rainbow-colored bracelets dangling from them.  They were nice hands, he thought.  His hair fell in front of his face.  He felt it.  It was long, white, and fluffy.  It was nice hair.

 

The panda-looking woman looked up and saw him fidgeting with his hair.  She took out her earbuds and waved hello.

 

“Hey there!”, she said brightly.  He looked up.  “Oh. Hi.”, he said.

 

The robot lady also looked up and saw him.  “Oh Hey You’re Here Lol”, she said.

 

The panda woman introduced herself as Pandabear, while the robot lady listed a long list of numbers and letters and said to just call her Queenie.  Those are nice names, he thought.  Then he remembered something.

 

“What’s my name?”, he asked.

 

Queenie seemed confused, but Pandabear understood immediately.  

 

“Queen, he’s had his memories removed.”

 

“Oh Okay That’s Weird Haha”

 

Pandabear turned towards him this time.

 

“That’s the fun part: you can choose a name now!”

 

“Fun…?  Okay!”

 

He thought for a moment.  Then, a thought that he believed wasn’t his own came to him.

 

“How about Ru? I’m not sure where that idea came from, but it’s an idea!”

 

Queenie looked like she was going to laugh, but Pandabear seemed delighted.

 

“That’s a great name!”

 

“Yeah It’s Cute.  Itty Bitty Even. Lmao.”

 

Ru was happy.  His companions were happy and that made him happy.  He was excited to make them as happy as possible.

 

“So, Ru, you’re going to be hanging out in a new place for a while.  Queen will be there to help you out if you need anything.  Do you have any questions?”

 

Ru couldn’t think of anything he was concerned about.

 

“No.”

 

“Perfect!  Well, I’ll be leaving now.  The exit is the second door on the left, down that hallway.  See you again soon!”

 

And Pandabear disappeared.

 

“Well Let’s Go Ru.”

 

Ru stood up quickly.  

 

“Okay!”

 

As they walked, Ru found out he did have a question.

 

‘’Hey, how’d you get that crack in your head?”

 

“It’s A Long Story Lol”

 

The two found the door and walked through it.  All around them were different people of all different shapes and sizes.  Heart-shaped guards, viruses still sparking with electricity, small puzzle pieces with 5 O'clock shadows and tall, multicolored advertisers.  They were all going in different directions.  Queenie led the way towards another door, this one glowing.  

 

“We’re Here.  We Have To Go Through This Door Now.”

 

“Oh okay.  Uh, ladies first…!”

 

“Thanks Lol.”

 

Meanwhile, another duo headed towards a slightly deformed, also glowing door.

 

Jevil tilted his head as he squinted at the door.

 

“Why does it look so weird?”

 

“I dunno.  Let’s just go already.”

 

“Gee, someone’s in a rush.”

 

Spamton chuckled at that.

 

“You’re right.  What am I rushing for?”

 

“That’s just how you are, silly.”

 

“Who are you , of all people, calling silly?”

 

“C’mon, let’s go.”

 

When you die, you put your past behind you.  You start a new life.  The Darkners’ new lives started here.  And their tragedy would blossom into something beautiful.  

A Legend , you could say.

Notes:

guys guys they're going to the light world they're gonna be ghosts omg i thought i'd give up on this story before we finally got to this part esdfgyhjk /pos
i cannot wait to write the next parts, thanks all of you!!!

Chapter 6: the call - part one

Summary:

aw hell yeah cake stealing time

Notes:

this chapter is just silly, itty bitty even
we've got king and seam, the fun gang, the girlbosses rouxls (ru) and queen, and lancer! wahoo!

***

It had been about five years since Ralsei, King, and Seam had moved to the Light World.  On the fifth anniversary, Ralsei baked a cake and invited his friends over to celebrate.  Susie would’ve devoured the entire thing in an instant if King and Seam had not been around.  Ralsei had always called them his “uncles”, but they looked nothing like him.  Still, both Susie and Kris decided not to question it.  

 

Speaking of Kris, they had their own suspicions of Ralsei’s real origins.  They had once spotted him healing a scratch he got without using a bandaid or any sort of medicine.  His hand had glowed, and then the cut was healed.  Like Susie, they kept their thoughts to themself.

 

It was a party!  Why be burdened with unanswerable questions?  Ralsei served a delicious chocolate cake as the group sat around the singular large table in the dwelling.  Susie, of course, had the most slices.  Kris had two pieces, and Ralsei had one.  King (who did not feel like a king in the slightest) didn’t eat any, opting for a room temperature glass of water.  Likewise, Seam did not eat any but swore they would later.  Instead, they entertained the others with an interesting tale of three heroes who saved the world from the Angel’s Heaven.  There was a human, a monster, and a prince from the Dark.  

 

When the story ended, Kris and Ralsei clapped, while Susie simply nodded her head and said “Cool.”  It was getting late, so Kris called their mom and asked if the trio could have a sleepover at their house.  She quickly agreed (she was so proud that Kris had managed to make friends and stay with them for so long), to their great joy.  As the “Fun Gang” (they chose the name a while back) headed out, King sighed in exhaustion.

 

“You’re much less social than I remember”, Seam teased.  King glared at them.  “I may have looked social back in the Dark World, but that’s just because I was King.  Here, I’m just some random guy named ‘Spades’.”

 

“Maybe if you tried talking to other people, they’d come to like you.”

 

“Ralsei’s friends don’t count.  They’re teens, Seam.  I don’t know what to talk about with them!”

 

“It’s really not that hard.  I’m older than you, and I can do it.”

 

“Please, you’re only two years older.”

 

Seam laughed.  “Time goes slower here, remember?”

 

“Fuck, you’re right.”

 

“Whatever, ‘Spades’.”

 

King wondered why he hadn’t thought of some better name than that.

Meanwhile, two barely-visible ghosts peered at the two from the corner.

 

“Ok You Distract Those Two And I’ll Get The Cake”

 

Ru was a bit doubtful. 

 

“You don’t think they’ll be upset…?”

 

“Ru Honey Please They Weren’t Gonna Eat It Anyway Lmao”

 

“Well how are we going to eat it?  We’re ghosts!!!”

 

“We’re Just Gonna Defy The Laws Of Physics Duh”

 

“Oh okay.”

 

With that, Ru snuck over to the round table and moved it enough that it made a sound.  Then, he ducked behind a chair, forgetting that the two living people wouldn’t be able to see him anyway.

 

King’s arm, which had been resting on the table, slipped.  He got up quickly.

 

“WHAT WAS THAT?!”

 

“Just the table moving.  It does that if you put too much pressure on it.”

 

“But I was just resting it there!”

 

“Whatever you say, man.  I’m gonna go knit.  Care to join me?”

 

“You know I can’t make shit.”

 

“...”

 

“Fine, I’ll come.”

 

“Perfect.”

 

The room was empty now.  Queen gave Ru a huge thumbs-up and headed for the cake.  All of a sudden, a tiny finger tapped her. Shit.

 

“Hi Cool Robot Lady!!! Whatcha doin’??”

 

It was Lancer, King’s five-year-old son.  Unlike most of the living, this child was able to see the two ghosts that inhabited his house.  He never really minded them, as long as they let him get away with certain things like playing past his bedtime or eating the last of the granola bars.  This time, Queen assumed he wanted a piece of the cake.

 

“Hey Bud I’m Trying To Get This Chocolate Cake Haha”

 

“Cool!  Can I have some?”

 

“Sure But You Have To Be Quiet We’re Gonna Sneak It”

 

“Oh okay…i’ll be soooo quiet….shhhh…hohoho…”

 

Ru carefully lifted the tray and broke out into a run.

 

“Pssst!! Queenie!! Quick, I got the cake!!!”

 

“Oh Shiiiiiiiiitaki Mushrooms Ok Mission Accomplished Lancer We Got The Cake”

 

“Yay!  Now we can eat it!!!”

 

“Ok Let’s Go”

 

Notes:

guys guys its team rocket we found them team rocket deltarune version
also the fun gang still being the best trio ever even without the dark world adventures makes me so happy

Chapter 7: yarrsss slayyy aka the call- part two

Summary:

guess who’s back from a hiatus on this story

Notes:

ITS SPAMVIL TIME GUYS 💥💥💥💥💥

cw//uhhh tiny gore description and mentions of gore? That’s all I think

Jevil kicked their legs back and forth and put their head in their hands.  They were incredibly bored, and boredom was the thing they hated most.  They were sitting on a tall hill that had a wonderful view of Hometown.  But the same view, no matter how pretty or interesting, gets uninteresting at some point.  So, they just stared straight at the sunset, not caring if it hurt their eyes or not.  They couldn’t even tell; there’s no such thing as pain when you’re a ghost.

 

It was then that they heard someone call their name.  And really, there was only one person it could be.

 

“JEVIL!!!!!”

 

The tiny salesman rushed towards them, looking absolutely delighted.  He came to an abrupt stop, then started rapidly vibrating and flapping his hands around.

 

“They’re showing a Godzilla movie in the theater!!  I haven’t seen one in ages!!!”

 

“Fucking finally, something fun.  Let’s go, I’m tired of sitting here and doing nothing.”

 

“Wow, that didn’t take a lot of convincing.”

 

“You must not know me as well as I thought if you don’t know why.”

 

“It’s ‘cause you hate boredom, duh.”

 

“Ding ding, correct!”

 

“Anyone could’ve guessed that.”

 

“Oh really?”

 

“Yes really!”

 

“Whatever you say, hotshot.”

 

“Can we go to the theater now????”

 

“Sure.”

 

The two often bantered like this.  But there was no ill will in the habit; quite the contrary.  They continued to bicker as they made their way towards the theater.  When they got there, they finally stopped.

 

“Do you wanna get some popcorn while we’re here?”, Jevil asked

 

Spamton shook his fists around excitedly.

 

“OH DO I!!!!”

 

Jevil chuckled.  This guy was so goofy.  But they were too, so the two matched up perfectly.

 

Inside of the theater, there was an incredible hustle.  It seems many people were coming to see this movie.  Spamton was a bit nervous; he didn’t like big crowds. But he hid his nervousness and made his way towards the food counter.  He started to talk to the person at the counter, but then remembered that he’s a literal fucking ghost. Jevil came up beside him and reached for a bag of popcorn.  The person at the counter didn’t seem to notice: the benefit of a crowd.

 

The two then made their way through the halls, searching for the room where Godzilla was being displayed.  It wasn’t hard to find: most of the people were crowded in a line stretching from the open door.

 

“We have to wait that long? Ugh, ewwwww…”

 

Spamton folded his arms and scowled at the long line.  Without warning, Jevil grabbed his hand and pulled him through all of the people.

 

“We don’t have to wait, dumbass!!!”

 

“Shit, you’re right.”

 

How did he keep fucking forgetting that???

 

Other than a few people getting random shivers up their spines, no one seemed to notice the two ghosts plowing their way through the crowd, even though the bag of popcorn could be seen floating midair.  A yellow teen stared in their direction, but said nothing.  Finally making it inside the showing room, Spamton started looking for somewhere to sit.  But Jevil was transfixed.  Having spent most of their life in Card Kingdom, they had never seen such a large room.

 

“Wowza…”

 

“What?”

 

“It’s so…wow.”

 

“It’s just a theater room.  Come onnnn, I wanna get the good seatsss!!!”

 

“Ok, ok.”

 

Taking a seat at the upper level, the two watched as people poured in.  Just as the movie was about to start, a trio of teenagers burst into the room.

 

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT—shit, sorry, god fucking damnit Kris the movie’s about to start!!!!”

 

“S-Susie, calm down!  We got here on time!”

 

“Whatever, goat boy.”

 

Jevil watched the group as they sat close to where the duo was sitting.  The loud, purple one saw the bag of popcorn they were holding.

 

“Damn, someone just left this popcorn here?”

 

“Don’t take it, Susie!  Someone might be saving it and will come back later!”

 

“Fine, whatever.”

 

The yellow one staid silent but looked at the popcorn, then straight at Jevil’s face.  They then took their seat.

 

“Huh…I think that kid saw me.”

 

“Shushhhhh shh shh shhhhhhh the movieeeeee!!!!”

 

The movie started.  Full of semi-realistic gore and a variety of jumpscares, it kept Spamton on edge.  Jevil, on the contrary, grinned widely each time someone was eaten by the monster and laughed loudly at every jumpscare.

 

“Jevil, you are fucked in the mind”, Spamton said after they started laughing wildly when the lead got his arm chopped off.

 

“I know, I know, but look at how the bone juts out—pffffttt it’s so fucking funny I’m sorry—“

 

They continued laughing.  Spamton looked a bit annoyed but went back to watching the movie.  At the ends credits scene, in which Godzilla’s now dead corpse was being displayed, it was Jevil’s turn to be annoyed.

 

“I hate the lead.”

 

“You hated everyone except for the kid that drew a picture for Godzilla and Godzilla itself.”

 

“True.”

 

People started filing out of the theater.  Jevil, who was still finishing up their popcorn, refused to leave his seat.

 

“Aw, c’mon Spammy…”

 

“We can’t stay here for too long!!! That’s mean to the people who might want these seats!!!”

 

“They can’t tell that we’re here, anyway.  They’ll just see the popcorn bag and think that someone is still sitting here.”

 

“EXACTLY!!!”

 

The teenagers from earlier were halfway to the exit, but the yellow one was heading back for some reason.  The purple one yelled from across the theater at them.

 

“HURRY UP KRIS!  I WANNA GO BACK TO YOUR HOUSE FOR A SLEEPOVER!”

 

Kris nodded and went back to where they were sitting.  Picking up a cell phone, they pocketed it and headed back.  But they noticed the two ghosts quarreling.  They told their friends to go on without them, and that they would catch up later.  Then, they turned towards the ghosts.

 

“You guys are being pretty loud.”

 

Jevil and Spamton stopped arguing and slowly turned towards them.  Spamton shrieked and covered his face with the now-empty popcorn bag.  Jevil grinned widely.

 

“I knew it!!! I fucking knew it—SPAMTON I WAS RIGHT!!! I knew that kid had seen me!!!”

 

“Who cares if you were right?!  They saw us!!! This is bad!!!!”

 

“Why though?”

 

“B-because it is!!!!”

 

Spamton tried to hide Jevil under the popcorn bag, but it broke.

 

“SHIT!!!”

 

Kris chuckled.

 

“You two are ghosts, right?  The only other ghost here is Napstablook, but everyone can see them…”

 

“J-just pretend you didn’t see us, alive person!!! We’ll get out of your way—“

 

“Spamton, shut up.  Yellow person, how are you able to see us when nobody else can?”

 

Kris thought about this.

 

“Dunno. Anyway, how long have you guys been here?”

 

“Five years and two weeks!”

 

Spamton stared at them.

 

“You’ve been keeping count?”

 

“Yeah, why not?”

 

“Fair.”

 

Kris then pointed at Spamton.

 

“So, your name is Spamton?”

 

“Yep!  Number one rated salesman 1997!”

 

“Huh.  Okay then.”

 

They then pointed at Jevil.

 

“So, who’re you?”

 

“Oh, I’m just Jevil.  The court jester since… don’t know.”

 

“What happened to your eye?”

 

Jevil was confused.

 

“My eye?”

 

“You’ve never told me what happened with that.  I wanna know too!”, Spamton remarked.

 

“Sorry, no idea what you’re talking about.”

 

Jevil shrugged and stuck their tongue out.  Kris looked a bit dejected.

 

“Have you…not seen yourself since you got here?”

 

“Nope!  Never really thought about it.”

 

Kris pulled out a disc-looking object from their pocket.  Holding it up to Jevil, it contained a mini brush and a circular mirror.

 

“Can you see yourself in this?”

 

Jevil looked.  It was a strange mirror.  Normally, they couldn’t see themself in reflective surfaces.  But they could in this one.  And they looked like a mess.

 

Their normally curly hair was a bit straighter than normal, and was incredibly overgrown.  It stuck out everywhere, and clearly hadn’t been brushed for a while.  Their face seemed a bit more normal, albeit a few scars dotted it here and there.  Except for the eyes.

 

One eye was normal:  a yellow pupil glowing from the dark socket.  But the other eye…well, it wasn’t really there .  All that was there was an empty, bloodied socket.  Pushing aside some of the hair that covered that area, Jevil stared at it in horror.  How had they not noticed?  What had happened?  Had it been…

 

They stepped back from the mirror, a terrified look spread across their face.  Kris tilted their head a bit.

 

“You okay?  You look a bit…”

 

Jevil closed their eyes (well, technically, just the one eye that worked), shook their head, and then ran out of the room.  Spamton reached after him and started swaying a bit.  He looked towards Kris.

 

“Sorry! Gotta run! See you again maybe!!!”

 

He ran out after Jevil.  Kris stared at him leaving, then frowned and pocketed the mirror.  That was…weird, to say the least.  They left the theater and met up with Susie and Ralsei at the bench outside.  Susie perked up.

 

“Kris!  Damn, you took forever!  Let’s go already!!!”

 

She grabbed their arm and dragged them towards the houses.  Ralsei followed behind, laughing a bit.  Kris decided, while being dragged, to not tell the others what had happened.

 

Spamton had looked everywhere for Jevil.  Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a familiar shade of purple from behind a bush.  Pushing through some trees and bushes, he found Jevil staring at themself in the reflection of a red, vine-colored door.  After the whole mirror incident, it seems they had unlocked some sort of hidden power to see themself again.

 

“Jevil!  I’ve been looking everywhere for you!  The fuck was that in the theater—“

 

“An eye for an eye….”

 

Spamton came closer and stared at himself in the door’s reflection as well.  He looked way better off than Jevil.  His hair was equally as messy, flowing downwards in shiny locks that reached a bit farther past his shoulder.  His glasses were slightly cracked on the pink side, and a yellow-and-pink scar lined the right side of his face.  But he looked about the same, other than that.  Beside him, Jevil sighed.

 

“Are you…no, you’re not okay , of course, but are you…fuck, I don’t know.”

 

“Spamton.”

 

Jevil looked towards him.  Wow, they looked really tired.

 

“Spamton, when I was being locked up, me and my friend fought.  It was a really bad fight.  I took out their eye.”

 

Jevil opened their mouth to continue, but had to pause for a moment.  Tears welled up in their working eye, and a sad smile spread across their face.

 

“They hadn’t done anything to me.  They were just following the Kings’ orders.  I know that now.  But when I was in jail, I didn’t have any sense…”

 

Their voice broke a bit, and a few tears fell from their face.

 

“My eye…it, it reminded me of the memories…I-I didn’t wanna hurt them—“

 

Jevil gave up.  They hugged Spamton closely and sobbed.  Spamton gave them a little pat on the back.  Pulling them into a sitting position, he caressed their face while trying to wipe away some of the tears.  Jevil didn’t want to cry; they thought that it made them look stupid.  But all of the sadness and pain that they had been keeping in for so long burst out.  A few words were distinguished from their muttering as they cried, but eventually they just embraced Spamton tighter and hiccuped as more and more tears fell.  After what seemed like hours of numbing pain, they stopped crying.  Spamton looked at them and realized that they had fallen asleep.  He leaned on their bowed head and let a single tear drip from his face as he, too, succumbed to sleep.

Notes:

We stan medium Kris

Chapter 8: the call- part three

Summary:

The real ghost-hunting begins!

Notes:

No CWs! Enjoy!

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Noelle wandered around her luxurious home, a tad bit bored.  Her large house was one of the perks of being the mayor’s daughter.  Somehow, though, she had wandered away from it as she grew older.  Once a warm, welcoming place, it had suddenly felt very cold and empty since about…maybe, five years ago?  She couldn’t remember.  But something had settled over the mansion, something that made her uneasy.  Maybe it was just her imagination, or her feelings after Dess’ disappearance and quarrels with her mother, or her concern for her father.  Either way, something was keeping her at the hospital.  And yet, she couldn’t be there forever.  So she wandered.

 

She could’ve sworn she saw something in the corner of her eye.  Something purple.  But it was getting late.  Probably just her imagination.  She brushed it off.

 

A knock at the doorbell distracted her.  She looked through the door’s window, and was surprised to see none other than Kris, Susie, and Ralsei, standing at the door.  Noelle opened the door and smiled widely.

 

“Hey guys!  This is a nice suprise!”

 

“Heya, Noelle!!! Mind if we crash here?”

 

“Well—“

 

“Great!  Come on guys.”

 

Susie dragged the other two in.  Kris nodded and Ralsei smiled awkwardly.

 

“W-well, I’m sure my mom won’t mind…she’s working late today anyway.”

 

“Hey, do ya have any snacks here?  I’m starvingggg…”

 

“Susie, you’re not starving , you’re hungry!”

 

“Sure, Nerdsei.”

 

“I’m not a nerd!!!”

 

Ralsei then proceeded to make the “>:3” face, which is what he always did when he was angry.  It always made Noelle laugh.  As Susie and Ralsei were quarreling, Kris headed to the guest room they always stayed in.  Noelle went to follow them, in case they needed anything, but decided to let it be.  They’ve been here a million times, after all, she thought.

 

On the roof of the house, Jevil and Spamton sat together, staring at the sunset.  Although they normally wandered here and there, they’d use this house as a sort of headquarters.  Call it a home, or a place to stay, but it didn’t really feel like either.

 

However, something was different about that night.  It felt like one of the rooms of the house was calling to them.  They could tell that there were people there.

 

“Huh.  That’s weird.”

 

“We should go check it out.”

 

“What?  What if it’s a trap?! Or whatever bad can happen to a ghost?!”

 

“Spamton.  Calm down.  Nobody’s after us.  Besides, I’m bor—“

 

“STOP!!! I know what you’re gonna say: ‘I’m bored, so I wanna do something fun’!  Tell me I’m wrong!!!”

 

“You’re not wrong, but that doesn’t prove anything.”

 

“Ugh!  Fine.”

 

Spamton slid down from where he was sitting on the roof.  After scoping the area, he jumped onto the ground.  Contrary to popular beliefs, it’s not natural for ghosts to fly.  So Spamton just pretended that he was still alive, and maneuvered with that mindset.  Jevil, on the other hand,  could float if they so pleased, though that was only because they were able to do so in life.  They floated down to where Spamton was.

 

“Soooo, ya gonna go first?”

 

“FUCK NO!!!”

 

“Good, cuz I want to.”

 

Jevil grinned widely and headed into the house.  It didn’t take long for them to find the room to which they were called to.  Clearly, it was occupied by people.  Teenagers, it sounded like.  Probably a sleepover ghost-summoning game.  Might as well make it fun for them.

 

Meanwhile, Susie yelled at the candles on the ground as Noelle edged closer, both fearful and excited.  Ralsei hid himself in the corner, while Kris recited some words from a strange book they had brought.

 

“C’MON STUPID CANDLES!!! BRING SOME GHOSTY SHIT HERE ALREADY!!!!”

 

“Susie, calm down…”

 

“P-please be nice ghosts!”

 

Kris finished reciting, and put that book down.  They then pulled out an empty journal and a pencil, and left in in the middle of the circle of candles.

 

“That should do it, guys.”

 

Outside of the room, some lights flickered.  Noelle shrieked and grabbed onto Susie.  Both of them blushed, and Noelle slowly let go.  Susie pulled her closer in a one-armed hug as she stared at the flickering lights.  Kris looked in that direction too, and catched a glimpse of a familiar clump of hair and painted face.  They let out a small gasp, but took a deep inhale to cover it up.  Ralsei, however, noticed.

 

“Did you see something, Kris?”

 

Jevil jumped a bit and hid back behind the doorframe.  Then, they giggled a bit.  Somehow, all of the teens were able to hear it.

 

“WHAT THE HELL????”

 

“Hello?  Who’s there?”

 

“Wow…Kris, it actually worked!  That’s…kind of cool, actually!”

 

Kris remained silent, thinking about the incident from the other day.  Looking back at the doorframe, Jevil’s head was fully poking out now.  They waved.

 

“Heyyyyy…”

 

Notes:

Next chapter is gonna implement some more Phasmophobia mechanics, guys. Can’t wait to write it!