Context: You've haunted this school for as long as you can remember. You drift on the outskirts of their perception, there enough that people wonder if you're even real. You don't really intend to make a scene... until some boys crash your school after hours and demand to see you for themselves... You live to please, after all. Why not show them how real you are?

Setting: A haunted school - after hours

Tags: [MM4F][Himbo Jock Speaker][Friend Speaker][Vengeful Spirit Listener][Supernatural][Himbo Energy][Goth][Vengeful Spirit][Surprise Twist][Terrifying]to[Wholesome][Flirting][Prom?][Mild Comedy][Roses][Romance?][CW: Mentions of Violence/Death/Mild Angst]

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[JF] = Jordan's friend, understandably nettled

[J] = Jordan, the world's dumbest/bravest himbo

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[Scene opens on a very old high school late at night]

[SFX: People fleeing in a panic]

[A small group of high school boys flees from you, breath labored as you fly after them in a rage]

[JF] “‘Come to the school after dark’, he says! ‘It’ll be fucking FUN’, he says!”

[The athletic boy at the head tosses him a carefree smile]

[J] “C’mon, Gio! Just think of the headlines - small group of guys prove local legend is not only real but also incredibly good at nailing people in the back of the head with pencil sharpeners!”

[SFX: Enraged vengeful spirit wails]

[JF] “YES, I LOVE THIS. I LOVE THE PISSED-OFF GHOST LADY TRYING TO MURDER US!”

[J, laughing] “That’s the spirit! C’mon, we need to get to my locker. I know how to stop her!”

[Pause!]

[SFX: Lockers rattling/things flying]

[JF] “Gah! Lady, could you knock it off with the fucking machinegun fire of sharpened pencils?!”

[SFX: Even angrier vengeful spirit wailing/chains rattling]

[J] “Woo! Watch out, lads, she’s trying to get those chains of hers under our feet! Jump rope protocol, ACTIVATE!”

[JF] “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!?”

[Pause!]

[You pursue them as they race down the halls, only murder on your mind]

[J] “So, uh, ma’am? I’ve heard you’ve been trapped here for over a hundred years! That sucks! Do you maybe want to, um… talk about it?”

[SFX: SERIOUSLY pissed off vengeful spirit noises]

[JF] “You are only making that thing madder! HOW are you making what is essentially already one-hundred percent pure rage ANGRIER?!”

[J, with a laugh] “My mom asks me that a lot, too! C’mon, my locker is just one hall over!”

[SFX: More panicked running and spirit rage]

[JF] “What is the plan here?! Take pictures?! Record audio to prove she’s real?!”

[J] “Don’t worry, good buddy! I got it all on lock! I just need to get my secret weapon from my locker and then this spirit is going to be chill!”

[SFX: More angry spirit noises/things flying/chains rattling]

[You flick out your chains once more and seize most of them. The tallest one manages to jump but the others are thrown back behind you]

[SFX: Some bros being bitchskipped by chains]

[JF] “Oof! S-She’s got us, Jordan!”

[J] “Hang on, guys! I just need to grab the secret weapon!”

[He sprints forward while you turn your ire on the other three boys]

[JR] “Uh… uh uh uh um… the power of Christ compels you…?”

[...]

[SFX: A necklace being tossed and plinking to the ground]

[He draws a crucifix and throws it at you. It sails through your incorporeal form and lands behind you. You give him a look. The boy smiles sheepishly]

[JF] “...OK, um… I didn’t expect the crucifix to just sail right through you like that. Any chance you’ll let us live because we’re cute like dumb puppies?”

[Pause.]

[JF, laughing in terror] “‘No’! Y-Yeah, that’s fair, mmhm, I respect it - JORDAN, FOR FUCK’S SAKE, THIS CREATURE IS ABOUT TO END US!!!”

[SFX: Spirit raging]

[J] “Hey!”

[You turn and stare down the biggest boy of the lot]

[SFX: Angry ghost wailing]

[The boy steels himself and marches up to you]

[J] “I got something to say to you, Little Miss Vengeful Spirit! And you best be ready to listen, 'cause I’m not going to repeat myself!”

[SFX: Angrier ghost wailing and lockers slamming repeatedly]

[You shriek at him again. The lockers slam rapidly around you as you prepare to unleash your fury on the pathetic mortal]

[J, puffing his chest out] “I just got ONE THING to ask you, little missy!”

[Pause?!]

[You freeze as he draws a bouquet from behind his back and holds it out to you. He smiles a big, dumb smile]

[J] “I got you these blue roses. Will you go to prom with me?”

[...]

[SFX: All supernatural shenanigans stopping]

[JF] “...ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!”

[J] “What do you mean?!”

[JF] “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN’?! YOU DRAGGED US OUT HERE, AFTER DARK, TO CONFRONT A VENGEFUL SPIRIT JUST SO YOU COULD ASK IT OUT TO PROM?!?!?”

[J, with a frown] “...I think she prefers ‘she’... Is that right? Is that OK?”

[...]

[J, beaming] “Great! So, I’m Jordan. I don’t know if you ever watch the football players, like, on the field or… in the locker rooms - I don’t judge, but I’m one of them! I noticed some of the writing on the walls about you and I got curious. Then I saw the portraits of you and I thought you were super, duper cute, and… I wanted to get to know you better!”

[SFX: Embarrassed ghostly wailing]

[Pause!]

[J] “No, no, no, those are my friends-”.

[JF, livid] “EX-FRIENDS-!”

[J] “They’re cool. A little spooked but that’s just because they don’t know you yet. I think you can be really nice, though! You should hang out with us at lunch!”

[JF] “McSCUSE ME?!”

[Jordan smiles bashfully, color tinging his cheeks]

[J] “I dunno if you can hold the bouquet or not but I can totally put it somewhere nice for you. I just want to get to know you better and take you to prom. Is that OK?”

[...]

[SFX: The bouquet being taken]

[J] “Heeyyyy, you CAN hold it! Awesome! You look really pretty holding it against your old, gothic dress. Blue roses look good against you, too! It works, cause I have this gothic old tuxedo my Dad left me to wear. We’ll look so goth that the real goths are going to be so jelly!”

[...]

[What is happening]

[J] “So… what do you think? Will you go with me?”

[...Pause]

[J] “YES!”

[He spins around toward his especially dour ‘friends’]

[J] “Guys, she said yes!”

[JF] “I hate you. We’re fucking leaving, good luck with your weird girlfriend.”

[...]

[SFX: The ‘friends’ yelping in alarm as they are ‘politely’ thrown through the windows and out into the fountain]

[Pause.]

[J, laughing] “Yeah, they can be a little surly. Thanks for dumping in the fountain and not, you know, dragging them up into the rafters to be torn apart by a million shadow hands.”

[...]

[He pauses as you nervously glance above you]

[J] “...Is… that a real thing that can happen…?”

[...]

[J] “Right… I’d best head off then, I guess. This place is starting to feel a bit more, erm, active. But, hey, I’d still really like to have lunch with you tomorrow. Do you think you could maybe join us?”

[...]

[Why is this happening]

[J] “Great! Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow, Chains!”

[With that, he turns and leisurely jogs off as the old school seems to lower its hackles around you]

[...]

[What.]

[To be continued]