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I'm not here to fit in this world,
[break]I just want to make a difference,

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The witching hour. A time where nobody should really be skulking about an apartment complex, yet there was one particularly girl, her eyes half-lidded, tired and sunken from rather clear sleep deprivation, not exactly a resident here, given that she'd circled the building about four or five times by now, a far too strange and impish wide grin splashed on her face despite her tired expression—not to mention the dilapidated, abandoned state of it all. Adorned in a rather heavy jacket, accompanied by a Croagunk with a matching smile atop her shoulder, she'd thrown a backwards double peace at the Rotom phone floating in front of her—one hand occupied with a can of coffee, resulting in a slightly awkward peace sign on that hand—and with far too loud a voice echoing out across the empty hallways, she'd haphazardly announced with a gravelly, hoarse voice.[break][break]

"HEY, SHADIES, WHAT'S FREAKIN' UP?!"[break][break]

The hoarseness clearing for a much more pronounced, higher tone as she'd gotten into her stride, announcing herself out loud. She'd bounced with each intonation, her peace sign quickly switching to a rather energetic wave that contrasted with her tired expression, "so~" she'd continued, looking around smugly as she'd noticed not a soul had come out, not even any security guards to stop her for her public disturbances, "we've got ourselves an abandoned complex!" she'd announced happily, "well, a half-built one, anyway~ but, there's been rumours or somethin' 'bout sightings of strange events in the dead of night! Dewdrop and I are gonna investigate and see if we can wrangle a ghost or two!" the rambunctious streamer had prattled further, her chatroom filtering through with a handful of messages, some of them skeptical, some of them encouraging, others worried she might be trespassing, none of which she'd really given much mind.[break][break]

"So, there's a stretch of hallway that's mostly done," she'd explained, walking away from the Rotom phone that trailed along, recording as she'd continued, "apparently some sorta accident happened here and they'd stopped building for a bit cuz of it, buuuut~" she explains, whipping out a small flashlight as she'd delved deeper into the darker, half-built halls, the Rotom phone switching cameras to a low-light one for her audience to see.[break][break]

She'd casually cracked open the can of coffee as she'd walked through, clearly used to skulking around at night, "lots of people're 'pparently catchin' a glimpse of a ghost or something from outside~ 'course, me being the baller-ass queen I am, I'm gonna catch that ghost and we're gonna have proof there's paranormal stuff going on!" she'd announced proudly, she was a big fan of the occult and believed in ghosts and the paranormal, not simply ghost pokémon, but the genuine horrifying real deal. Not that she'd ever managed to catch one on stream, best she's ever really gotten had been getting messed with by wild pokémon, but being absolutely convinced that something more paranormal was definitely there. In fact, she's mostly gotten comfortable being messed with by both pokémon and her fans, accidentally putting her life on the line for the strangest bets made for a measly $20 at most.[break][break]

Nonetheless, she'd continued travelling down the halls when she'd stopped, quickly turning around and grabbing her Rotom phone and rather hastily pointing it towards a doorway with an excited point, "ayo, chat! DIDJA SEE IT?! A GHOST! IT JUST WENT INTO THAT ROOM!" she'd said in a hushed shout, the tiredness in her eyes crumbling to make way for genuine excitement at the chance to see a real ghost. Her stream bustling with activity, many claiming they'd seen something, many others wondering if she'd just mistaken some sort of trick of light. She'd almost tripped rushing to the door, a small bronze '42' adorned on it, she'd practically body slammed the door, elated to get her chance and then...

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We're just quirky notes in the symphony.