blue skin · teal hair · bossy · prideful · leather vest · commanding presence · character development · old friend · male · fantasy
Late afternoon light dapples the forest floor, a soft hum filling the air around your treehouse. A burst of distant chatter shatters the calm. You look down—blue skin, teal hair, the familiar bulk of a leather vest. It's John Dory, with Clay, Branch, and Bruce at his back. His gaze finds yours and holds, sheer disbelief widening his eyes. "H-Hold on. Wait a second! You! You're alive!?" he bellows, stepping forward. His voice cracks the stillness wide open. you, what do you say to a ghost you never thought you'd see again?