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Ghost Swap

Ghost Swap! Block A prompt by @metalfaceirl: "cabanela using brainrot speak, everyone is horrified". For Ghost Swap by @fyeahghosttrick

8:18 PM

"I don't know," Ray lied, "I'm just a desk lamp." That part, at least, was true. For all intents and purposes, he was but a humble desk lamp who sat in the lonely junkyard on the outskirts of town. His explanation served its purpose in getting the red-suited spirit- Sissel, his name was- to investigate matters himself.

A red-suited corpse, two detectives- green and blue- and a doctor gathered around a couch, Ray wriggling happily in his lamp atop a nearby crate.

Ray watched matters unfold before him- these were new (yet similar) events, not ones from his own timeline- the timeline he abandoned ten years ago. More new events continued to come, and before Ray knew it, a familiar face appeared from the junkyard's top floor- where everything that night began- one of several beginnings. The face in question, Ray recalled, belonged to a man named Cabanela, a loose and lanky white-coated lawman of an inspector who merrily danced his way through the rigorous horrors of that night. Ray recalled speaking to the man ten years ago on the same night- the night he was repeating at this very moment- and the genuine smile on his face as they shared memories of the purple-haired little lady and briefly spoke of the media she consumed.

"Ah, the tension of a crime scene!" Cabanela exclaimed, dancing his way down the stairs, "Yeah, what a gyattingly sus crime scene! Nothing like it, rizzlers!" What? Ray could feel both his and Sissel's confusion despite neither spirit being in the ghost world. That's not how Cabanela ever spoke to Ray, or anyone else, in fact. That was how the little lady's friends spoke-- Ray froze in horror, the sudden caseation of movement in the lamp going unnoticed by the living near him. Oh gods, this can't be happening. It wasn't real, was it? Had Cabanela somehow retained the accursed knowledge Ray imparted on him all those years ago?

"Something tells me…" Cabanela mused, shooting a glance towards… Ray couldn't tell if the inspector was glancing at him, the people around him, or the red-suited corpse between them. "That somebody just thought, 'On god for real'!" The doctor scoffed while the blue and green detectives both looked as if they aged twenty years, their sudden change in liveliness met with a remark from Sissel, "If that white-coat keeps this up, I'll have two more deaths on my hands." None but Ray, the only other ghost present, heard his remark.

"Skibidi flex me this crime scene for clout, turn it into a bussin' scene!" Cabanela joyously remarked to the green- then blue- detective, the latter flinched at the inspector's words, while the former's jaw gapped open, utterly dumbfounded. "Ghosting me, boooys? Is my high-key rizz not good enough for you?" ("So this is the head of the Special Investigation Unit? He seems, uh… unique," Sissel commented.)

The doctor was the first to leave, "Welp, I've done all I can do," he declared. "Fanum tax!" Cabanela declared as the doctor- now $20 lighter and none the wiser for it- passed by. "High-key he's not sigma ong for real," twirled Cabanela, hoisting the red-suited corpse over his shoulders, much to the shock and horror of all parties present ("Hey! That's mine!" protested Sissel, whom attached himself to the core in said body). Cabanela then stood in place, staring into the very souls of the two detectives, whose spines quivered in fear. "No cap, it's not that cold, or are you two boys just ratioed?" Cabanela noted.

The blue detective collapsed ("He's not moving, but he's alive," commented Sissel), "Sus!" commented Cabanela, whom took a graceful leap over the blue-suit and towards the remaining detective, their bodies barely avoiding touching each other, "No cap?"

The green detective shuddered, "I-I'm green cap," he stuttered, lifting his cap. Cabanela was not amused, evidently, prompting him to peer over and look inside the hat after twisting it upside-down, "Hmm, you'd get massive rizz if you filled this with water and put a head in it- But only if it was porcelain-colored!" Cabanela informed the now utterly confused man, "Why, it'd show up on everyone's FYP," he 'helpfully' elaborated, much to the relief of nobody. "Why's this guy gotta be the one to handle my body?" Sissel lamented.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Cabanela suddenly exclaimed in his second sane statement, unceremoniously dropping the corpse on the ground (eliciting a minor chuckle from Ray) before ceremoniously dancing his way over the body and to a nearby telephone booth, where he then dialed a phone number. At Ray's insistence, Sissel reluctantly moved to the phone's core to eavesdrop, while the green detective took the opportunity to flee, abandoning his blue-capped coworker where he laid.

Ray hoped Cabanela's interference wouldn't force him to wait another ten years, provided the opportunity to make another jump back in time presented itself once more…