Phantasma Greentext Dump

>Living with Phanty has been... strange, for a lack of a better term.
>No doors are locked for her, she will visit and chat whenever she wants.
>Plus, being dead she has no need of sleeping, so she's constantly out and about.
>Late at night, you can hear her playing away on her piano, thankfully muffled through the walls as you rest.
>However, you've found that she's taken a liking to "spooking" you, as she calls it.
>During the day, she will try to jump out at random times to scare you, cackling gleefully at your reaction.
>First few times were actually scary, the eighth day it was a bit startling, and now after the twentieth day it no longer surprises you.
>Rather than ruin her fun, you try to fake your fear whenever she appears, and you think it's working so far, still joyfully laughing each time.
>You do need to pay her back though.
>After collaborating with Tanis, who helped with painting and forming the model, and Elsa who assisted with measurements and making it look as close to real as possible, you got a close resemblance to your own fake, decapitated head.
>Thanking them, you then plant the head inside of Phanty's piano.
>You test the keys, making off notes on the strings it lays.
>She's sure to notice.
>Late at night, you stay awake to try and listen for when she would start playing.
>Faintly, you hear music.
>Only a few seconds pass before it stops.
>A few quiet notes here and there, then silence.
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>Did she find it?
>You plant your ear to the wall, trying to hear anything.
>Not a sound.
>What's going on?
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>"AAAAAAAAAAAH!", Phanty shrieks behind you.
>Freaking out and accidentally banging your head on the wall, you spin around to see her floating behind you, holding the fake head in her hand while she laughs madly.
>Your heart's beating a hundred times per second, your face frozen in fear.
>"You're gonna have to try harder than that Anon!" she laughed, tossing the head onto your bed as she phases out of your room, giggling all the way.

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>You're not sure what you came into
>Phanty's home is practically infested with tiny, white sheet ghosts, all making various "woo"ing and "boo" sounds, all flying around the house and through the walls
>After some searching, you found Phanty in her bedroom and say "Phanty! What's going on, why are there so many spectres?"
>She's scratching the back of her head
>"They're, uh, party goers! Yeah! I brou- invited them over here!" she answers loudly, trying to be heard past the noise
>"Oh, cool! Why didn't you tell me there was a party? Mind if I join you guys?"
>Still donning a big smile, she says "Well, uh, see, what I meant by party was that I'm, em- babysitting! Yeah, they're other... ghost's babies. That are ghosts. Yeah." she stammers out, then quickly adding in "Whose parents are ghosts! Both of them."
>"Oooh, OK. That's neat. Well, you OK with me hanging out here?" you ask
>Phanty looks back up at the spectres flying throughout the room and says "Uh... Yeah, I think it's OK. Just, you know, don't spook them! Hahahah..."
>A few of the spectres start to take notice of you, many floating beside you or revolving around you
>"Wow, they really seem to like me. Must be because I'm not a ghost, like you." you say, smiling as you, best to your ability, play and interact with the spectres
>"Yep, must be that..."

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>"What're you talking about? Ghosts aren't dead."
>"But- You... Ok, were you human once?" Anon asks
>"Yep." Phantasma answers.
>"And how'd you turn into a ghost?"
>"I fell asleep. It was pretty cold, but that's how ghosts are made. I think... But then I woke up and I became the amazing Phantasma you know and love! Hahahah!" she answers
>Anon quietly looks at in a mix of confusion and disbelief
>"And... nothing else happened?"
>"Nope!"
>"Phanty... You do know that you don't just... Well, become a ghost without dying, right?"
>Her cheery look diminishes to a slight grin
>"C'mon Anon, stop pulling my leg. That's not how it works." Phanty responds, dismissing Anon's claims
>Anon grunts in frustration and retrieves his phone, typing away at the lit screen
>He pulls up the definition of ghost and shows it to Phantasma
>"Please, anything on the internet can be made up Anon."
>Losing his patience, Anon asked Phanty to follow him to the library, retrieving the dictionary
>"It's... misprinted?" Phanty says nervously
>Anon taps away on the phone again and calls someone, turning on speaker for Phantasma to hear
>"Elsa? Can you tell me what a ghost is?" Anon asks
>"What? Ah, well, they're the physical manifestation of a human soul after their physical body perishes, even though it contradicts many-"
>"Thank you, that's all I needed to know." Anon says, cutting her off and hanging up
>Phanty looks shaken, eyes distant as she quietly mutters an "Oh."
>She slowly floats away through the ceiling without a word, face still distraught
>Feeling guilty, Anon takes chase, leaving the library to go upstairs to Phanty's room
>And she was... floating in bed looking at a notebook
>She looks up and smiles
>"Oh hey Anon! You wanted to talk more?" she states cheerily
>"Wh- Aren't you upset?" Anon asks
>Phantasma looks up at the roof and "hmm"s before answering "Nope!" with a smile
>"You're not upset about being dead?"
>"Why would I?"
>Anon struggles to find an answer

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>You honestly wasn't expecting much in the way of "sleeping alongside Phanty"
>While two, or maybe three, of the other friends that Phanty has that you're aware of that are undead, they do sleep
>Be it out of need or want, you don't know, but Phanty has neither the need nor want to sleep
>She is always out and about, showing no sign of fatigue or tiredness
>Though understanding, she's always somewhat disappointed whenever you say you're going to bed
>However, rather than her usual disappointment, she approaches you and asks, "Hey 'Nonie, is it OK if I... Well... Watch you sleep?"
>You agree, though uncertain if you can fall asleep easily knowing someone's watching you
>After preparing for sleep, you enter your bedroom to see Phanty already there, floating a foot away from the bed
>After saying goodnight, you crawl into bed and try to fall asleep
>... And fail
>You think it's been an hour and you can't sleep
>"You still awake?" Phanty asks
>You murmur out a confirmation
>As you lay in silence, you try to think of a polite way to ask her to leave, at least for now
>Then, Phanty cackles "Hahahah! I got an idea!"
>She covers her mouth and says in a hushed tone, "Sorry. I got an idea! Just let me know if it's weird or anything and... try to sleep."
>Unsure in what she meant, she lowers her hushed tone to a whisper and begins to quietly sing
>A stark contrast to how she speaks in a loud, energetic tone, her whisper is quiet and gentle as she sings to you beside the bed
>You don't recognize what she's singing as she alternates between spoken lines and hummed music, but you can begin to feel the tension in your body begin to slowly melt away as you listen to her
>Any random thoughts in your brain come to a stop, your mind focused on her song
>The feeling of a cool breeze softly runs through your hair, identifying it as the feeling of Phanty's touch upon your skin
>And then, as the last of her humming gradually quiets down
>There was silence
>And you were gone

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What comes to mind when I say
Ectoplasm

>>96314335
Ghost semen.

>>96314335
>>96318760
>The substance I keep finding throughout the house
>Had no idea what it is or where it came from, but eventually deduced it came from Phanty after finding another stain in her room
>Thankfully it comes off after some washing, doesn't appear to leave a stain, and is in small amounts so it doesn't bother me too much
>I do wish Phanty would clean up the ghost residue she leaves behind, but it wasn't until recently that I had to get on to her about it
>I was taking a shower and I heard her laughing past the sound of running water
>It was muffled, most likely due to the walls
>She also moaned infrequently between laughs, but I'm pretty sure it's just a ghost thing
>Anyway, finished up and left the bathroom: found another stain just outside the bathroom
>Somewhat larger in amount too
>I called for Phanty and she phased through the wall, with her usual big grin and happy expression as she greets me
>I point to the stain and ask if she could better watch after herself, saying that I noticed the stains around the house and even in my room sometimes
>It must have been a very personal and embarrassing matter, because much to my surprise her face was immediately flush with the color of purple and her grin disappeared
>She tried to stutter something, but I raised my hands and dismissed it to avoid embarrassing her further
>I turn to the bathroom to fetch some toilet paper and wipe the ectoplasm up, flushing it down the toilet and washing my hands
>Still watching me and face a dark purple, I said that she didn't have to worry too badly about whatever goo and whatnot she leaves behind by going through the walls, just that she should notice and clean up
>She starts laughing and agrees before quickly leaving

Ghosts are pretty weird. Still don't get the moaning, but I haven't seen any more ectoplasm around from her going in and out of walls, so that's good.

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>You awake like you came out of a week long bender, except swap an entire bars worth of booze with bony fists and strong kicks
>Brief memories of what had happened flickered in the raging hurricane of a headache, the most you remember being you somehow finding yourself up against three winos with the smallest going for you first
>Maybe it was some form of comedy or initiation to the other two, watching the little chihuahua of a man gun for you first as they stay back to watch
>You remember trying to square up and raise your hands, but you were kidding yourself; the best you could fight was a cold on a good day, all backed up by years of your bad track record in what few scraps you got into in school
>You feel like a bowling ball had hit you square in the gut, remembering that he opened up with a charge and kick
>Past that, you don't remember anything else
>Probably a result of the concussion you most likely got some time after that, maybe when his friends joined in on the fun
>You certainly feel sore all over to support that theory
>You groan and open your eyes, surprised to see your bedroom than the dirty sidewalk, more so with Phanty looking over you in worry
>She seems relieved that you're awake and confirms your question on if she had brought you back somehow
>You can feel shame burning inside of you more than the bruises and sores as you force yourself to ask what happened, more than ready to expect her to say you crumpled like paper under the pressure
>Though you certainly weren't expecting her to say she "took over" after the first few strikes
>You don't know a thing about possession beyond the definition, so she had to lay out what happened
>After she took control, she started punching at whatever she could get your fists to reach
>He kicked and fought back; she tried to avoid some, but she couldn't feel when she got hit beyond seeing the hit or your body being pushed back
>The other two started to come in after she used you to punch the guy's eyes shut, her only noticing after she was kicked off, explaining the pain in your ribs
>Not being deterred by pain definitely helped as she started punching and kicking at the other two, though she knew it came at a cost of hurting you more
>She says it was around that time she started to notice the skin around your knuckles begin to wear and tear, though thankfully your sudden "endurance" to pain deterred the other without her needing to risk you any more
>After it had all calmed down, she hobbled you back home, taking care to wash and disinfect any open wounds on you
>She laid you down into your bed before she finally released you, ending the story there
>The shame is still there at letting her down, but at least it's lessened somewhat knowing what had happened
>You thank her and try to say your sorries, but she stops you, saying you should get your rest
>You feel the cold "touch" of her ghostly lips on yours, reminiscent of a breeze in the Fall as they touch you
>She smiles and leaves through the wall, leaving you to recover
>You close your eyes, opting to sort the complicated feelings in you some other time