Oh god, a fanfic.

This is a fanfic i just wrote. It’s only one page, and it has nothing to do with what it was originally a fanfic of (slightly damned), but in my mind the characters are all Jakkai, and they are in their village. Enjoy! (Also don’t be rude, even if it’s bad.)

[EDIT] Changed Jake’s name to Kaye. Forgot there’s already a Jake in SD.

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“Spectres are spirits summoned by dark magic, forever destined to guard whatever it is they are bound to. Should any harm come to their chosen object, the same would be dealt unto them – Much like a voodoo doll of sorts. Apart from that, they are completely immune to age, starvation, and physical harm – but they cannot leave their object, and must remain nearby at all times. Although they are meant to ‘guard’ their object, some spectres instead choose to escape with the object, as the summoner was foolish enough to bind them to something portable – in this case, a small statue.”
“So… What you’re saying is… you’re a ghost?”
“Uh. Kind of, yeah.”
“Ha! Good one, Grey.” Kaye laughed.
“Are you gonna help or not?” she replied, peeking in through the window next to them.
Kaye shook his head. “Come home, Grey. It’s dark and cold, and you haven’t eaten since breakfast. We can get the statue tomorrow, hopefully he’ll be sober then.”
“I told you I can’t. I need that statue.”
“Well I’m not staying out here to catch hypothermia. See ya at-”
“Shh! Someone’s coming!” she whispered, interrupting Kaye. They rushed behind the house as a silhouetted figure approached the door and entered.
“…I don’t see anyone.” Kaye whispered back. After a few moments, Grey hoisted herself up to the window and peeked in. The candle had been blown out, and nothing was visible save for the crack of light through the door to the bedroom.
“I can’t see what they’re doing, they’ve blown the light out.”
Grey felt a twinge down her spine, as if someone had just punched her in the back. She looked up again. The door to the bedroom opened slightly, as the figure hurriedly left the bedroom. Grey ducked below the window.
“They’re coming!”
The front door creaked slightly, as Grey peeked around the side to see the figure darting off into the distance. When it was out of earshot, Grey looked around for anyone else, but it seemed like the coast was clear.
“I think they’re gone.” whispered Grey.
“Well, i’m go-” added Kaye, before being interrupted by Grey again.
“They left the door open!”
Grey peeked through the door, before opening it and heading in.
“If you get caught, then i’ve got nothing to do with this.” Kaye whispered, but Grey continued regardless. She sneaked through the front room, carefully studying the darkness for anything that resembled a statue. The place was a mess, dirty clothes and empty bottles littered the room, but no sign of any statue. She moved into the kitchen. The kitchen worktops were covered in filthy plates and yet more empty bottles, and something smelt like it’d died and caught fire. Grey held her breath as she surveyed the room, yet still nothing resembling the statue.
Backtracking to the living room, she caught a glimpse of something through the bedroom door. Approaching the crack in the door, she saw – yes, it was her statue, lying on the floor, not two paces away from the door. Grey listened for sounds of life, but all was quiet. She reached her arm in, straining to touch the statue, not quite out of reach. Reaching her arm in further to properly grab it, she nudged the door open a bit, just as she grasped the statue. She pulled the statue back towards her, grabbing it with both hands. She triumphantly held the statue aloft, as a drop of something splashed on her face.
It was only then, that she noticed the body on the floor. The blood on his head. The blood on the statue. The blood on her hands.

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