#brain is. going . BRERRRERRRRRRRT. loud.

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I CANT DRAW RIGHT NOW BUT THIS IDEA HAS BEEN BOUNCING AROUND MY BRAIN LIKE A POSESSED TENNIS BALL ALL AFTERNOON AND I FUCKING NEED IT OUT NOW

Okokok you know the whole 'Halloween is when ghosts are closest to the material plane' shtick? THAT. BUT IT EFFECTS ROBBIE.

He wakes up on October 31st and just feels off. Cold but in that freezer burn way, claustrophobic in his own skin just straight up bad. Robbie, being Robbie, just assumes he has a cold and goes on about his day. Goes to work takes Gabe trick or treating (maybe trunk or treating that could be cool. All before dark of course. Hillrock heights on Halloween night sounds like a lot of trouble.) And finally FINALLY the sun goes down and he can burn up.

He lets off some steam in the usual way (finds some people to beat the shit out of). And goes to snuff out so he can go home and (try to) get some sleep.

But he can't. He can't snuff out.

Queue PANIK. Wtf is he going to do? He can't go home like this, obviously, he's already neutralized the biggest threats for Halloween night (maybe call Lisa?? 👀👀💥🔨 NOT THE TIME SHIPPING BRAIN).

Anyway, he can finally force himself to snuff out a few hours before daylight. And he's relived, obviously, in a 'OH THANK GOD IM NOT STUCK FOREVER' kind of way. BUT HES STILL WRONG. His hands still look like the burned ghost rider suit and it traces up his arms following his veins. The metal cheekbones of the skull are showing in slivers on his face and its the same with the main vent on his forhead. His eyes still glow, when he speaks there's clicking and rasping noises, it's all just WRONG.

QUEUE PANIK 2 ELECTRIC AVENUE

All of this goes away by the time the sun rises and its actually the morning of the next day but ughhhh. I realized that Robbie essentially sees his ghost rider form as a tool more than anything else, and has never stopped to just EXIST like that. HENCE MY DESIRE TO FORCE HIM.