#ask sam anything

[sammythehunter]

Bienvenido

@inquirewithbillcipher

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 131

Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault! 

So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most. 

A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people. 

“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!” 

[little-pondhead]

[inspired roughly by this post. My brain snails started going nuts so I thought it'd be easier to post this separately :)]

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It was a lovely day in Gotham. Well, as lovely as it could be. The sun was up, peeking through the overhead cloud cover and making the buildings gleam in the rare sunlight. The air was fresher than usual, and faucets ran clear of strange and unusual toxins.

Somewhere in the Upper East Side, in a little neighborhood tucked away from the rest of the city, marched around the new boss of the area. She was a young girl, just barely in high school. But despite it being the middle of a work day, she wandered around her chosen streets, content to do whatever she wanted. Above her, a pair of siblings watched on and discussed the unique situation.

"So let me get this straight: that fourteen-year-old goth girl is a crime boss?"

Mia smiled at Leon, her older brother, and his dumbfounded expression as they rested on her balcony. "She's fifteen, actually. Her birthday just passed. We all got together and threw a block party for her!"

"You know how insane that sounds, right?" Leon turned to her, a bit miffed that she dared to say those words to his face. "She's a kid. Why do you all listen to her?"

Mia shrugged and sipped her beer. "She does good work. Holds her own pretty well, and the kid has connections. Good ones, too. That can be the difference between life and death in Gotham."

Leon rubbed his forehead in frustration. "I just don't get it. How did she end up in this line of work? Do child labor laws even apply here?? Why aren't the Bats doing anything?"

"Don't think about it too much, dipshit." Mia crushed her now-empty beer can in her hand and tucked it into a paper garbage bag hanging off of a hook on the balcony rail. A familiar set of green arrows was printed on the side.

"And now you're recycling?!" Leon realized. "When did you start doing that, Mia??"

The woman shrugged and got up, stretching. "Probably around the time Brambles absolutely reamed out Mrs. Zalinski for littering at the park."

"Wait, who's Brambles?" Leon scrambled upright and followed his sister inside.

Mia laughed. "Brambles is our fifteen-year-old crime boss!"

...

"I can't believe you got a cool name right off the bat," Danny grumbled, flopping onto Sam's bed face-first. Sam smirked and shoved him off with her foot. Danny just squawked and let himself ragdoll to the ground.

"It's your fault for not having a better gimmick." She said to his prone body. "Besides, it could've been worse."

"I think Inviso-Bill is the worst possible nickname for anyone." Danny groaned. "But you got something cool immediately. Who even thought up 'Brambles'? That's such a unique name!"

"Well the kids call you Grim; that's pretty cool."

Danny flopped over, twisting himself much farther than any human was supposed to just so he could glare at her face. "They only call me that cause one of the is obsessed with Harry Potter." He grumbled, pouting.

Sam just rolled her eyes and went back to sorting through piles of papers scattered all across her duvet. Since moving to Gotham several months ago, Sam had taken it upon herself to turn the experience into something useful rather than just moping all the time, as she originally wanted to. That 'something useful' had landed her as the newest crime boss in Gotham, with about a third of the Upper East Side as her current territory.

So many problems had popped up in the last year, and the group had decided that taking it on alone would never work. The GIW had been trying to close Amity's borders, Danny's parents had a scientific breakthrough, tensions in the Realms were high, etc. There was a lot on their plate! Sam's solution was to create a foothold in Gotham City. She would lay the foundations for Jazz to work in Arkham and forge a safer environment for the residents of Amity Park to sneak off to if the GIW went too far. She was essentially weaving a cushion for everyone to fall back on.

Danny, using the power of duplication, was splitting his focus between foiling his parent's plans and resolving issues with his rouges to create a united front. He was the main distraction, and Sam's own heavy hitter when she needed help establishing dominance.

Tucker planned to gather intel with the help of Technus and Jazz. They were trying to gather as much evidence as possible so they'd be in the clear when the whistle blew. The GIW would crash and burn, legally speaking. They were the bugs of the operation, spreading themselves thin and hoarding information like it was candy.

Dani was their wild card, their jester. She was keeping the JLD's attention focused solely on her and all the supernatural hijinks she was stirring up. When the time was right, she'd point them in the direction needed and let them loose. After winding them up so much, the hope was that the Justice League Dark would descend upon the GIW like hellfire.

But those were their future plans. Right now, Sam was in possession of specific files from Arkham Asylum and the GCPD. She was looking for anything to give her an edge in the upcoming meeting with a few other crime bosses. Some annual thing they host to renew Goonion contracts, see who's still alive, and examine how much the territory lines have changed. Stuff like that. Red Hood was supposed to be there, and she knew she needed an ironclad defense against him and his nosy colony of Bats.

Danny untwisted himself all of a sudden, making a weird face. "Sorry, got to go." He apologized. "Vlad just showed up to my house."

Sam waved him off. "Go, I'll be fine for today. Just be on time for the meeting on Friday. And I want you, not a double."

"You got it!" Danny did finger guns at her and promptly melted into a pile of green goo. Right on her bedroom floor!

Sam sighed and got up to throw a towel over the puddle. The ectoplasm would evaporate eventually, returning to the original Danny little by little. But for now, this would keep anyone from asking about it until it was all gone.

Sometimes she really hated living in student dorms. People always felt the need to burst into her room for no reason.

Who even made dorm rooms for high schoolers in the first place??

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Jason couldn't help but stare at the new recruit.

Well, 'new recruit' wasn't exactly accurate. 'Potential to be the most headache-inducing supervillain' was more like it. Standing at a solid 5'10" with platform boots, Brambles, the newest crime lord who had taken over half of the Upper East Side in under four months, was almost tall enough to look him in the eye straight on. Which she tried to do anyways, tilting her chin up oh-so-slightly (in that stupid way aristocrats do when they want to look down at you) and glaring at him with open hostility.

Brambles was young, way too young to be in this line of business. At the start of the annual underground crime meeting (yes, they couldn't come up with a better name), she had announced that she was fifteen, went by she/her, and would snap the dick off of anyone who looked at her funny. Most everyone laughed at her, thinking it was an empty threat. Brambles proved it wasn't by sucker-punching a younger lieutenant who tried to get handsy with her five minutes into the meeting.

When the lieutenant's boss protested and threatened a gang war, Brambles had snapped her fingers and summoned what could only be a fucking pit demon from the depths of hell to threaten the man back. The creature looked like a teenager, just like Brambles, at first. But it was...off. The longer you looked, the worse it got.

It wore a draping black cloak that covered most of its body, with the ends turning to mist when it reached the floor. It had a pale, young face and white hair. Its eyes glowed just like Brambles', except they were a toxic green that made Jason's heart skip a beat in fear. The creature was snarling, with a fucking muzzle on it to keep its sharp teeth away from wandering fingers.

With a nod from Brambles, the creature bounded forward and knocked the guy to the floor, its arm elbow-deep into the guy's chest. The dude looked terrified, and a little sick "Would you rather lose a lieutenant or your life?" She had snarled, sounding almost a bit demonic herself. The other boss had backed down without another word, writing off his subordinate as dead and gone.

Instead of killing the guy, however, Brambles simply banished her little guard dog to a corner of the warehouse to play with its new toy in peace.

"Is she allowed to do that?" Someone whispered.

"They weren't unionized, so the Goonion won't say anything." Another answered.

It was the most awkward meeting in the history of the criminal underworld. No one even died since they were all focused on the newcomer.

Jason could feel a headache forming as the meeting came to an end. Brambles was still sitting in her chair. The creature had grown bored of its toy and was leaning against her, sprawled out lazily and barely flicking an ear at the onlookers in acknowledgment. A few people were idling around her, mostly women, trying to talk some big game and get on the kid's good side. Brambles was humoring them, taking tight control of the conversation when they got too prying.

Jason sighed. He knew he'd have to go over and have a talk with the kid, even if it was just for Bruce's files. He hauled himself upwards and stalked over. "Pardon me, ladies and gents, but I'm going to borrow the kiddo here for a moment."

The creature hissed at him, tensed at his approach. Brambles kept a tight grip on the back of its muzzle, keeping it grounded. The other criminals scattered like flies. They were the only two (three?) left in the warehouse within minutes.

Bramble rose to glare at him. "What." She spat. "If you're here to convince me not to get involved with anything, I will set Grim on your ass after lighting it on fire."

The creature, Grim, growled in agreement. The sound echoed strangely like he was hearing it from underwater.

"Relax, I'm not here to do any of that." Jason raised his hands in surrender, immediately abandoning that possible line of thought. "I'm just here to talk business. You're young, and while you don't want to admit it, inexperienced."

"Stop the fancy words, Red Hood." Brambles' eyes glowed again, and she released her hold on Grim's muzzle. "If you want to make a deal, say it to my face. If you're here to dig for information, either ask me or hit the road. I prefer honesty over flower talk, so tell me what you want before I take over your area, too."

Jason bristled. His vision was tinted green as he snapped, "What the fuck is your problem, kid?! I just wanted to make sure you were safe and not being forced to do this. I was even going to offer my support and protection if it was too much! I know you aren't going to stop, but that doesn't mean I want a kid to die just because they got into something they shouldn't and they think their fancy guard dog will always be there to protect them!"

Brambles' eyes stopped glowing, and her stare softened a bit. Grim went deadly still, just floating there, staring at Jason. His heart beat like crazy in his chest. What was he saying? It was all true, but he could've been nicer about it. Dick would've found a way to be nicer.

-krrrk- "Ibis, reporting in. I think you can trust him, guys. Even if he's a Bat, his connections and experience would be useful in our plans. Ibis out." -krrrk-

Jason flinched from the sudden noise, looking around to find the source. It sounded like it had come from everywhere, even inside his own helmet. Brambles immediately switched out her hostile look for an annoyed one, tapping an earpiece he hadn't noticed before.

"Ibis, you really have to stop opening up our comm lines to the public." She snapped, but there was no real heat to it. "And I thought I told you to stop eavesdropping!"

-krrrk- "Sorry, can't help it. I'm everywhere now! You shouldn't have given me this power." -krrrk-

Grim hissed.

-krrrk- "Don't hiss at me, young man! You were the one who suggested this!" -krrrk-

"I'm sorry, time out!" Jason made a T with his hands. The green from his vision had completely disappeared now. "What the FUCK is going on now?"

Brambles sighed, rubbing her temples. "You know what? Fine. We'll trust you. My name is Sam. Nice to meet you, Jason Todd."

Jason stepped back, immediately reaching for his gun. Grim darted forward and promptly flew through him, stealing all his weapons in one go. "I'm Danny!" Grim-Danny?-chirped in a human voice, giving him a shit-eating smile. "Sorry for the act, Mr. Hood. And sorry about the name drop, I'm the one that told them."

-krrrk- "I'm Tucker! There are more of us, but they're busy. I have literally so many questions for you, Mr. Hood." -krrrk-

"Now that introductions are over-Danny don't eat his smoke bombs, you're not gonna look like Dorathea-we'd like your help."

Jason squinted at them. "You understand this is all suspicious as fuck, right? And how did a pit demon find out who I am?"

-krrrk- "Yeah, we know. But lives are on the line here, and I think you'd really be a help!" -krrrk-

Brambles-Sam-sighed and pulled out a flash drive. "I was going to use this as leverage, but I guess it'll have to be useful in other ways." She tossed it to Jason, who numbly caught it. "Look over it if you want. If you don't, then just burn it. Do not try to plug it into the Batcomputer. Don't try to send it to the Batcomputer, either. A virus will target that specific IP address as soon as it makes contact. Any other computer is fine."

"Look it over, and we can go from there," Danny added, spinning in midair while chomping on one of Jason's knives. (His good one, too!) "And I'm not a pit demon, but I am dead. That's how I knew about you. Whatever brought you back to life gave the Realms a real headache for a while. It wasn't hard to look you up in the records."

"This is so much information. Lives are on the line? And two, three kids are dealing with it? By becoming crime bosses?"

-krrrk- "Technically, Sam's the only crime boss here. And that was kind of an accident. She was supposed to create a safe foothold in Gotham in case we needed to evacuate our town. But we all got cool nicknames out of it! And you're the only adult we've told this stuff to!" -krrrk-

"I'm what?"

"The only adult." Sam's unwavering gaze seemed to pierce his soul. "There are quite literally no other adults that can help, Red Hood. None that we trust, not really. Any adult intervention needs to be planned carefully so it doesn't backfire on us. We're trusting you here, Jason. Not only are you like us, which technically puts you in danger too, but you have power and connections to support a whole town of people the government wants to eradicate."

Jason looked at the little green flash drive in his hand. He didn't want to ask. "And this...?"

"A fruit basket," Sam said simply. "Originally, it was supposed to be blackmail. But instead, this is a present to show our goodwill and faith. To show you our skills. That drive contains information on other gangs, upcoming rogue attacks, chemical breakdowns of Joker Venom and Fear Gas, unfinished antidote formulas, etc. Tucker and his team scoured the underbelly of Gotham and gathered dirt on every single prominent figurehead. Including Bruce Wayne, should you choose to use it."

"I would never-"

"But you've thought about it." Danny cut in and scratched his neck. Jason's hands shook. "It's not a bad thing. It's just the nature of the dead. Wanting to right the wrongs left over from their time with the living. Even if you walk and breathe now, that doesn't mean desire disappears."

"The point is, we need help. Even if I'm loathe to admit it." Sam rolled her eyes, and suddenly, Jason didn't see a potential supervillain in the making. He saw a teenager trying her best, shouldering the responsibility of hundreds of people, both in Gotham and her hometown. Danny looked the same, no matter how other-worldly he was. What battles were they facing? Why weren't there any adults to turn to? What kind of lives were they leading if they immediately trusted a known crime lord with their lives upon the first meeting?

"I'll think about it." Jason finally said. Danny trilled in excitement, and some tension bled out of Sam's shoulders. "If the situation is bad enough, however, I'm calling in someone else for help."

Danny shrugged. "As long as it ain't Batman! I don't think he'll appreciate us smuggling a town of liminals into his city."

Sam poked Danny's shoulder, prompting him to look at her. "Let's go, before you break his brain with more info-dumping. Bye Red Hood!"

"Uh, yeah. Goodbye!" Jason stuttered. He watched the two kids walk towards the exit door, before shimmering out of sight before they even touched the handle.

What the fuck.

[artfartt]

He’s a very fancy lad with his jacket on

[luvghostie]

Asking slashers “can you hold this?” And holding out your closed fist, only to intertwine your fingers and hold their hand.

I’d love to know if any would just squeeze until your hand/fingers break.

𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥

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𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴: Bubba Sawyer

𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵: Baby Firefly, Dollface, Art the clown, Sam, Stu Macher, and Tiffany Valentine

𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Pinhead, and Hannibal

𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦: Doomhead, Otis Driftwood, Captain Spaulding, and Billy Loomis

“𝘖𝘩- 𝘶𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺?” 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴: Freddy Krueger, Chucky, and pennywise

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[jackobbit]

Has solar flare ever gotten stickers suck on his body before? /silly

Now they have! :]

[ID: A digitally drawn image of Solar Flare and Bloodmoon from the Working for E.V.I.L. Au placed against a light blue background, Solar Flare is covered in stickers and holds a sticker sheet while Bloodmoon raises a hand to place a sticker on Solar Flares shoulder with a concentrated gaze, he is also holding a sticker sheet. Solar Flare is a boxy robot with bent sun-like rays and a circular head, they have large triangular shoulder pads and an air vent for a mouth. Bloodmoon is a red animatronic with a circular head, devil horns, and a twin tailed jester hat. They wear a sleeveless shirt that’s stitched down the middle, fingerless gloves, and several chains and belts. /End ID]

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Who wants to go out into the street with me at night and throw our shoes and just generally beat the holy crap out of them in a poor man's game of javelin?

[karda]

what mods ya playin stardew with :0??

extra dialogue+ seasonal clothes + sam with a mullet :DDand the search anything and npcs on maps for the practical ones ^_^

[faramirsonofgondor]

Jamie’s the type of friend who actually tries to pack himself in a suitcase so he can go on trips with you. Or he just genuinely considers kidnapping his friends so they don’t leave. I’m pretty sure half of the team would be happily kidnapped too.

[malfoyx]

sam or dean?

sam 🫶🏼

[sammythehunter]

¡Hola! Mi llamo Samuel.

I'm what you humans would call a Shadow--but not like the ones you see in those eh películas--¡sí! The movies--no. That's a discussion for another day.

Me? I'm a hunter of Relics.

...I know you humans know what these are. I see you making games and movies and forums about them. This SCP, VHS home footage, horror games based off them, lost footage/forum sites, ¡el cielo es el límite!

My job is simple, I track these Relics down and take them to a safe place before they cause any daño...harm...to humans. No not to your SCP (I work for someone else--NOT THE MEN IN BLACK EITHER).

I work a lot and with social media at my disposal I might as well use it. If you ever find yourself in need of a hunter...you know who to call.

[gaycrittercentral]

I wanna see those guys in prison where they belong

me too

felt like goin digital for this one! god DAMN csp is great for text bubbles :D like sure it's a lil janky rn but that's just cause I didn't feel like fooling with it too much lmao. anyway justice is finally served (until they escape)

[tinyghostotus]

Someone really said Sam would be a te//rf as if Sam isn’t literally one of the most supportive characters in the entire show...

Many LGBT+ people, from what I’ve seen, have said that Danny being half ghost can be viewed as a metaphor for being LGBT+. Sam LITERALLY supports him 24/7 and tries to encourage him to be himself

Not to mention that Sam’s entire thing is her wanting people (mostly her parents) to accept who she is which, again, could be seen as her being LGBT+. Her parents want her to be someone she isn’t while Sam is fighting to be herself

Like how can you look at this entire show, and especially Sam’s character, and ignore the evidence that Sam would be 100% supportive of trans people??

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Finally Reunited (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Supernatural

Warnings: Death, Character death, angst, mourning, hints of suicidal thoughts/tendencies (It’s Dean)

Request: Hello could you do dean winchester x daughter reader and btw if its okay for you to write the end episode of spn. Wherein instead of dean died its the reader and then they kinda have talk in the heaven. Kinda miss you writing angsty lop wait are you still writing son or not?

Dean had known that this day would come eventually. The day where he died and there was no coming back. He couldn’t say he was surprised, he had gone into that case knowing it was more than likely a suicide mission, even Sammy knew that and told him as much. He thought of his little brother, now alone in the land of the living until his own time came for him, but Sammy was an adult, he had been for a long time, he was always the more rational one, the one to think things through- he’ll be fine, he’ll have a long life, maybe pass on the Winchester name and when his time comes, Dean will be there waiting for him. And anyway, there was someone else who he needed to see, someone who’s been waiting for him for far too long. 

As the beautiful garden around him entered his vision, he didn’t bother to look at the details, only looking around frantically. He knew where he was, he knew he was dead, he knew he was in heaven, and he knew that you had be there. The garden at first glance was empty, and that made his heart jump into his throat for a moment before he looked around again, and spotted what he was looking for. Pass the pond with a bridge over it on his left, was a gravel pathway that led to a large round gazebo, and stood upon it, looking off into the horizon, was you. Dean sighed with relief. You were here.

He let his legs carry him over the bridge and down the path, and as he grew closer, he knew it was you without a doubt. You were wearing the same clothes you wore when you died, all the way down to his old jacket that he had given you just the birthday prior to your death that he had hoped would have stopped the long, ragged nail from puncturing your back and heart, but it was false hope, and seeing the jacket, clean of any blood, made him shudder. He could still feel the cold leather on his fingertips as he held you in his arms as you passed away, and the last time he saw that jacket alongside you was when he had to burn your body. Seeing it again, seeing you, was a surreal feeling, and he didn’t know what to say, even when he was right behind you. All he could think to say was your name.

You heard him, and it was like your mind became crystal clear. All the noise in your head while daydreaming vanished. You slowly turned, looking over your shoulder until you saw his face clearly. “Dad?” Your voice was what finally broke the man. He didn’t even try holding back as a sob hit his body and he took a large step forward and engulfed you into his arms. For you, you were in shock, but that didn’t stop you from grabbing ahold of him just as tightly. 

“I missed you so much.” Dean told you, letting his heart speak and nothing else. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you.” He pulled away just enough to properly look at your face- oh how he missed it. Since you’d died he’d been relying on photos on his phone and older photos he had printed out from when you were a lot younger to speak to you. He had a collection of photos in his room on a shelf- from the first photo he took of you when you were a tiny baby, fully unaware of the world to the very last photo he got of you, which was taken moments after you had successfully pranked your uncle, making your dad insanely proud. It was just a few days after that final photo you were killed, and he kept that photo on his bedside, so everynight before he went to bed he could look at it, look at you, talk to you, and make promises to you. Promises to kill the monster who killed you. Promises to tie up his loose ends. Promises to not leave you waiting for him. He kept those promises. 

“How did you die?” You asked him. He wasn't expecting that. He stumbled over his words a bit. He knew that if he told you the truth, that he died at the end of a hunt, bleeding out in the Impala, you’d be upset, maybe even disappointed. Most arguments with you were about his recklessness, fearing a life without him, a life where he died and didn’t come back and left you alone. “Did you have a long life?” You asked him, not waiting for a response. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I did.” The words slipped from his mouth. He felt bad lying to you, but he thought about it, and realised… yeah. He did. He never thought he’d made it to his thirties, nevermind his forties, and he definitely didn’t think that in his life he’d become a rather to a little girl, more importantly live long enough to watch her grow up, or even outlive her. He’d lived a long life when it comes to the life of a hunter. “Honestly, I didn’t expect to live as long as I did… especially without you.” He told you. A soft smile fell on your face, and Dean knew he’d tell you the truth eventually, but only after catching up. “Anyway, enough about me. What have you been up to while I’ve been busy? You better not have been sulking.” He teased you. 

“Of course not! I went looking around- I found some old friends of yours dad! Back from when I was really little and before I was born- there’s two people who heard my last name and lost their crap- they’ve been keeping an eye on me while I’ve been here waiting for you, they’re called Ellen and Jo- OH! And Charlie is here as well! They’re gonna be so happy to see you! They’re not far from here, Ellen is running a Heaven Bar, it’s become a sort of hot spot for dead hunters, come on!” You took his hand and dragged him along. Damn, it’s been quite a while since he’d heard those names, and he knew he was about to see them all again after saying goodbye too soon. 

Sam will be alright without him. He knew it. Now he was making up for long time with his little girl and reuniting with old friends. Maybe death wasn’t so bad.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

*Not my gif

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[luvghostie]

𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘨

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𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺: Freddy Krueger, Chucky, Pinhead, and Bubba Sawyer

𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬: Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees

𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵/𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶: Captain Spaulding, Hannibal, and Billy Loomis

𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭: Doomhead and Otis Driftwood

𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨: Art the clown, Dollface, Baby Firefly, Sam, Tiffany Valentine, Stu Macher, and Pennywise

𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘨: Art the clown and maybe Pennywise

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i want an actual episode of "Day in the life of sun" so bad, I wanna know what is he doing in the house all the day.

Same! QwQ pls give me that episode! Gaisbsnsksn