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Ranboo POV

Am I even real?

An important question, dare I say it. It’s been 30 years since the Generation Loss incident, and in those years the abandoned mall that Showfall Media was based in has been converted into a historical museum open to the public. It educates people about the topic of the Generation Loss effect and the filter that Showfall had put on their episodes and social experiments. Running this museum is a dangerous game, as Showfall can reform at any time. I’ve been dead for 30 years, and it haunts me that my very own audience voted for me to die. Everyone loses something, and me and my friends lost our lives. Sneeg died during the puzzles, and Charlie got caught by the goddamn TV monster. They all sacrificed themselves for me to “escape” but it ended up with me dying either way. Charlie thought I escaped, I’ve got no clue what Sneeg thought, and the TV monster, I’m 50% sure it got decommissioned. Charlie didn’t deserve his fate. He was a good kid. A really good kid. I mean, he went through all that with me, and failed. 

Charlie.

CHARLIE. CHARLIE “SLIMECICLE” DALGEISH. His section of the museum! There’s always someone wandering around there. And it seems like the same girl. She doesn’t seem old enough to have experienced the incident, but who knows? Not me, that’s for certain. I wonder if she knew Charlie. I doubt it, but anything’s possible nowadays. I mean, Charlie’s soul could still be intact somewhere in his section of the museum, but that’s pretty unlikely. Haha, if his soul is intact maybe everyone else’s soul is still here- but as far as I know I’m the only one who’s still here. Hmm, where could he possibly be, if he’s here. Probably somewhere on the cabin set. The bedroom! YES, THE BEDROOM! There was a chest of “slime”, more like blood, but his consciousness could be trapped in it! I hope… I really miss him. But if Charlie’s soul is alive then Sneeg’s could be, and Niki’s, and everyone else! Oh, I can still see everyone smiling at me, hoping that they’d get out alive… It’s tough, being alone for so long. I just wish I’d never gotten into that mess of a show.  

Mall Wandering.

Living in the mall as a ghost isn’t fun. I’m stuck inside the mall for just about eternity, unless a miracle happens. Being a ghost sucks. I can’t go anywhere, I can’t interact with anyone, and I am forced to look at myself for as long as I can remember. My injuries are pretty bad. Puncture marks from the box, BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD, my mask got extremely mangled, it barely functions as one anymore, I had to re-stitch my neck to keep my head from falling off, the spikes in the box were that bad. As a spirit, I can’t really change my clothes, so I’m stuck in my bloody varsity jacket. I really do hate being a spirit. If I never got into that mess, I’d probably still be alive and well today… Damn, what was I doing again? Oh yeah, Charlie. The cabin.. I should probably go over to that section of the museum. Why I have an urge to find Charlie, I got no clue. What I do know is that I have a chance to find that strange girl. I hope she has some form of answers. If she knows something about Charlie, she could get him back. I really, really, really, miss him… I also miss Sneeg, and Frank. Frank never talked, but his relationship with Sneeg was pretty funny. If I never got into this mess, would I never have met them? I know for sure that there will always be these lingering, deep questions, but they’ll be answered someday.

Afterlife Mishaps… The Next Chapter.

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Hatred for appearance

I hate how I look. Beat up, and I look like I’m not even a human anymore. Before all this, I had built and remodeled cars for Sneeg to test-drive. Life was so nice. Everything went well until the incident. I’ve always been told that I’m people’s hero. I completely disagree. I couldn’t even save my closest friends from Hetch. I can’t see out of my left eye because I was dumb enough to move as the box was closing down on my face. Whenever I look in the mirrors scattered across the museum, I practically gag at all the puncture marks on my face and head. I’ve got to admit, I don’t think I got the brunt of Showfall, Sneeg got his whole leg chopped off by the security monster, I think. We all got some amount of injuries from security, I got clawed at before Emergency Services came for my dead body. 

Hetch

That guy? He was just about the most wretched man you’ll ever meet. He found it funny to watch all my friends die, that motherfucker. I honestly wish he died instead of me. Would I have wanted to go on and on (and on and on) in Showfall? NO. I’d much rather not be in that mess, but here is my ghost, wandering. You know, Hetch’s mask was the last thing I saw before everything went black. Hetch controlled all the employees, with those creepy masks. He probably even controlled Squiggles, but who knows why Squiggles was so apprehensive about when my mask glitched? I mean, a lot of people who knew what Showfall did to their “cast” knew that the “heros” who got voted to live continued on in the business to witness themselves become the villains. The museum has a creepy wax figurine section for us and sometimes when I pass by it the figurine of Hetch loses the mask. He has no face, apparently.

Rats and Consciousness Changes

The rats that worked for the puzzler have long died, but somehow they were reincarnated as actual rats. How? No clue. Why? Also a blank. The wax figures for everyone else all have small changes that happen when I pass. My figure has malfunctioning lights on the mask, Charlie’s has the slime that’s actually blood, Sneeg’s leg will occasionally appear in other places of the museum, specifically by the carousel or the security chamber. It’s quite odd. This museum even has a section on Squiggles. Anyhoo, what was I going to do? Oh yeah, Charlie’s section. The chest in the bedroom. The slime.

After getting to the cabin set… The Next Chapter…… 

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Normal Shenanigans

As a ghost, I love to wander around the museum and see what people are doing. Right now I’m in the middle of the cabin set. Memories… sad ones at that. Anyways, I see that girl. The girl who’s always in Charlie’s section. I’m gonna go up to her. She seems to be trying to open the chest. Hm,  odd. She seems to want to try to find something. A few more steps. Almost there, Ranboo. Almost there. Aha! Made it. Don’t know why I have such bad social anxiety, though. Crap- the chest. THE FUCKING CHEST! She’s trying to touch the slime (blood). I feel like I should stop her, but what if he comes back? Seriously, I could have one of my closest friends back! Wait. Wait one second. What the hell is happening right now?! 

The lights go out completely, and the mangled lights on the mask slowly flicker to life.

“What the fuck?” Hero says with a confused tone. (Remember, Hero is Ranboo) “Why am I still here? I’m supposed to be dead-“ Hero stares around for a bit, his mind not functioning because of the abnormal event. 

The girl spins around, her mouth dropping and her hand glistening with the slime- no, blood- no, slime. “Wha.. WHO ARE YOU?!?” she screams.

Hero pauses, his eyes glazed over and his hands mindlessly clawing at the mask. “..Where’s Charlie.. Why is the show still going.. You shouldn’t be here, are you an employee?!?” He scrambles backwards and falls onto his back with a strained wince.

The girl stares at the mangled sight of the Hero fumbling on the floor, as she tries to comprehend the situation.

Hero stares up at her, slowly raising a finger to point at her hand. “The slime..” The lights on his mask flicker and he lets out a blood curdling scream. What a coincidence, the museum has emptied itself, save for the two - well if one considers Hero to be a living being - staring at each other in the cabin set.

The girl flinches at the scream, and freezes at the utter realisation that the two of them are the only ones in the building. “Fucking hell.” She digs around in her pocket to find her phone, but her efforts produce an empty hand. 

She turns to exit the cabin set, but finds the employees of Showfall Media- with their blank masks and crisp suits- standing right in front of her. Her mouth drops and she just- OH SHIT THEY FOUND ME. I APOLOGISE TO WHOEVER FINDS THIS CHAPTER-

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OMG GUYS

ITS ME

IM BACK

AND IVE DECIDED TO FINISH AIRAG

YEAHHHHHHH

WE GONNA GO DEEP IN THE STORYLINE 

anyway i’m so sorry i took a break from the internet and stuff and im now back on track to absolutely crush this fic

i will finish

eeeepers

it’ll be amazing i promise 

YEY

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The Pool /Girl’s POV/

I wake up with a groan. “Where am I?” I push myself up with my arms and wince before glancing around with wary eyes. A pool. It looks to be an olympic size pool- with the lane dividers still strung across- although they’re faded and probably moldy. The lights of the natatorium are yellowed and if they were someone’s eyes- they would DEFINITELY have jaundice. Haha. The tiling of the pool- I can still see it even though the water probably has some sort of brain eating amoeba- is covered in the white crusty stuff that most pools have on the grout lines. It’s disgusting in here. Utterly disgusting, but I need to get the hell out.

”Hello?” I say, just loud enough to cause an echo around the banner covered walls of the seemingly abandoned room. I wonder why I’m here.

A slight whisper startles me and I trip back into a yellowed mirror covered in scratches and water stains from the swimmers who once used the room. I pivot to look at myself in the mirror, but as soon as I look at myself and see the gray metal mask with greenish lights and wires trailing to the nape of my neck, I feel a BANG! and it all goes black.

I wake up with a groan, staring up at yellowed lights and a stench of expired chlorine seeping into my nostrils. “Where am I?” I say, the repetition unbeknownst to me. I stand up and take a wary look around at my surroundings. It’s a pool, an olympic pool, to be exact. It’s got everything someone with a hankering for urban exploration would want. Brain eating amoeba, stagnant water, moldy tiles and lane dividers, and crusty banners that have faded to a certain degree where one can’t see what they are reading.

I start towards the cabinets on one side of the pool with no conscious intention behind it, just a random choice I made. I begin to sift through the cabinets, but I feel a drip down my back, and I turn around to see…

TO BE CONTINUED

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OK SO I HAVE HAD LIKE NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE CHAPTER THREE, BUT BEE AND I WERE BRAINSTORMING AND I HAVE MY IDEA FOR IT READY. CHAPTER THREE SHOULD BE OUT SOON.

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