"I prefer the crisp taste of a Mtn. Dew Voltage, but whatever floats your boat, I guess." They say with that sick croak in their voices. They then sip from the bottle with the delicious blue fuel tank they call Voltage.

Sounds of raspy laughter in the distance signals the return of the amalgamation in all of their glory.

The purple, ghastly mass that is this Spiritomb had their keystone laid against a tree as they all watch the night sky through the same set of eyes... ...it was quite peaceful out. Calming for them. It was too quiet for some of their liking though.

He can feel something looking at him... ...from every angle... ...the ethereal stench coating his body is enticing to these poor, unfortunate souls. He's fond of the supernatural, that's for sure. They wonder how he'll react to their presence.

Be safe

Two spirits get so bored to the point where they play speed patty cake, and keep it up for an hour. They're still going.

Still hasn't been properly interacted with @ShyGhostLeader_. They want to study the interesting man more.

Wanders around the TL. They're looking for more people to interact with.

Sad ghost hours.

He gets cradled by a nicely dressed ebony figure, and has his head cradled into her bust. They never really talked, but they'll make sure he's comfortable.

One hundred, and eight to be exact.

A presence made itself known. How? It took the form of a well endowed woman, and gave the man a hug from behind the headstone. They said nothing, but they let him know that they felt the same way.

They lift the young man up, and assess his situation. Is he injured? Is he okay? Well they just take him, and lay him against a tree, defending him should any trouble arrive.