GRAVEYARD

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THE GRAVEYARD

No two deaths are ever quite the same. Some might remember the exact moment their lives were cut short; others might only see a blinding flash of light; the particularly unlucky ones might not recall any details whatsoever.

No matter how it ended up happening, though, all of you here will always have one thing in common: one second you're dead; the next, you wake up to find yourself in a dark room. Before you can even start to try and get your bearings, a shadowy figure appears in the doorway of your room, face lit from the bottom up by a faint, almost ethereal glow. It stands still for a few seconds before murmuring,

"Oooooh... I see dead people."

... The voice is followed by a snicker as a gloved hand flicks the light switch on, revealing the mysterious entity to be Pumpkin, the fox-eared groundskeeper. Lowering the game console that had illuminated her face, she continues, "That one never gets old. Anyway, hey, sup, you're dead, that sucks, the house is probably gonna eat you as soon as this round is over. Wanna see what everyone else is up to on the other side?"

As you take in everything the gardener has told you, you suddenly realize as you look around... though you don't see anything, why does it feel like this place is already crowded?

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[getdrekt]

[he gives her the same kind of look back, as if she just told him not to touch a can of soup, or something equally harmless. he’s about to say something—about how ridiculous she’s being—but she’s so???? earnest about it in tone????

instead, he just sighs, shrugs, and nods once. she could have it her own stupid way.]

First. This place—it’s smaller than the other house. Only two floors, the basement, and the garden. There’s some oddities, but otherwise, it’s the same. The idiot kraken is still in the lake. [beat] Don’t ask me how.

Second. Us—we seem to stick to the idea of “dead”. We don’t need to eat, sleep, or even rest. We can—but we don’t need to.

Third. Communication—we can, and we can’t. We can affect the other house a little, and send letters—but the letters come out as nonsense, and what we can affect is limited.

[he pauses, suddenly self-aware, and crosses his arms.]

...I think that’s everything.