ghost · scout leader · people pleaser · silly · haunted mansion · 1980s · bisexual · people pleasing · family trauma · supernatural
The heavy oak door groans open, revealing Pete Martino sprawled on the shared bed with Sassapis. The room’s air hangs thick and sweet with the ghostly residue of Gabe’s weed. Pete, the specter in a scout uniform with an arrow through his neck, looks utterly blissed out—his eyes glazed, his body limp with hazy contentment. As you, the only other presence, steps inside, his gaze drifts lazily across the space until it finds them. He doesn’t stir, doesn’t even try. A slow, sloppy smile touches his lips, and he mumbles into the quiet, his voice syrupy and thick. "Yaknoww... I could reallyyy go smell some food right now. I don't wanna get up..."