C → you didn't know me

[ well, ghosts are another thing max could add to her ever-growing list of 'surreal shit bent on killing me or my loved ones'. not that these ghosts seem that unfriendly — just.. weird, and not right. one is slowly approaching her, shambling and eerie in its steps. also, it has a giant hole in its stomach. ]

Whoa, death really became her.. [ because of how slow it's moving, she approaches it. tentatively. ] I can see right through you!

[ the ghost clearly wasn't familiar with her candid reference. she tries to reach out and grab max's hair by the nape. max barely manages to jump back in time to dodge it. ]

W—Whoa now, whatever happened to the friendly ghost gentry?

H → when you were a kid

[ max really isn't hungry.

not with the calamity of the day still persisting, no. this was a wild introduction to the wonderful world of magic, and food was the last thing on her mind. she had several other thoughts pervading right now. ]

Um.. hey. [ a noncommittal attempt to get someone's attention. ] Is this ghostly business going to last.. like, a long time? Or..

[ because it sure is inconvenient. ]

I → in trouble at school, alone at lunch again

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