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"Your donation to the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster is deeply appreciated. A parcel with your initiation colander hat +

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The link is just a URL to steal IP addresses. He's bored.

// i mean that I'm going to forever be grounded in the dog pen after what I have planned

take it? They had so much to do, so much planned...

Tim just... Shrugged, unable to reply for a good minute while he felt like the room was spinning around them.

“Um. Maybe... Maybe Kon? But tell him I'm... Well, I'm here. And I can talk. And I can stay with him.”

He wanted to throw up. Could ghosts throw up? He felt like he could.

Tim hadn't given it too much thought at first, something feeling not permanent, like he could reverse it.

But the fact was actually settling in, and he wasn't taking it as easy as he'd first thought he would. How would Kon +

( @whiskeyhunt.bsky.social )

During his time alive and in his body, he's heard rumours of the supernatural, found more evidence of it through his research, and one name kept popping up.

Oh, he hopes he has the right guy.

“HEY, meat head! Can you see me?”

( @feathercrafts.bsky.social )

He's taken to floating around his old companions, making sure they're all safe — and finding opportunities to scare them by messing with their devices.

Raven... Is different, to say the least.

“Woah.”

Tim just sort of... Froze. At the prospect of hearing his family's reaction to his death. 𝘖𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘧, his mind provided. He shakes his head, clearing those thoughts away.

“I'll slip into your phone, save their numbers, then go back to the boat. I don't know if I wanna hear it.”