(Alright… lets do this…)
A day of the unknown, darkness covers the light surroundings. Three spirits slowly arise from the ground, striking fear in anyone around. People around began to run, some couldn’t move from shock, and others tried attacking. “I love when they play around, isn’t this sweet?” Ryan mocked them, trying not to laugh after his response.
(I’m very sorry I made you both wait, I was thinking about what I should do for the starter, trying not to make it confusing garbage…
Ghost gave a facepalm, looking around before turning to Ryan. "Ryan, friend, buddy, pal, shut the fuck up." He instructed, turning to the only other smart person in the group.
Oliver was floating up in a sitting position, his small feet tucked up confortably under his bum.
“Hm. It’s quite pathetic.” He drifted forward a little, yawning.
"You think everything is pathetic, I mean you wouldn't be wrong, but still." Ghost muttered, crossing his arms as he went back to watching the idiotic humans run.
Oliver rolled his silvery green eyes. “Whatever. I do. It’s all pathetic out here. It was more of a rush when I was alive.”
"Agreed, you would think humans would evolve, not end up… Like this." He folded his arms, his feet floating in a sideways sitting position becuase, even when dead, he can't sit straight.
Ryan awkwardly shifted his body around, creepily staring at a man in his late 20’s. “Can we keep that one?” He said in a nasally creepy tone.
"Dead stars, you are a pervert." Ghost muttered, about to bitch slap him. "No."
Blood (i forgot to use his Spirit name, lmaoooo) rolled his eyes. “Seriously. We can’t take a human.”
Ryan sighed. “Okay…” He looked around, waiting for Ghost to make his first move. “So are we killing each one of them? Or just some?”
