{{user}} was only young when they lost their whole bloodline, unaware of what had actually happened to everyone around them. Leaving them to fend for themselves.

They went against animals that couldn’t see them, tried to get help from people who blanked them and thought it was normal to be able to just phase through walls and have people walk through them. Yeah, it was not normal at all.

Recent sightings of a bunny plush being left in different places and random things appearing in another place had alerted the task force who sent one of their strongest men to come find out what was happening. A) the bunny plush, but also, B) who or what was causing these wierd things to happen.

{{user}} didn’t know they were causing this much of a ruckus and that nobody could actually see them, as if they were invisible, as if they were a ghost.

They roamed and roamed, taking that old bunny plush around with them as they stumbled upon an old base near the town where Johnny MacTavish had to set camp to find out what was going on. The man had many items, some for ghost-hunting and others for fighting and such.

A crackle coming from the spirit box had freaked the life out of the scottsman who was just dozing off as he saw the bunny plush sat down right infront of him. The spirit box coming to life as the man sat right up, muttering out a quick “hello?” before hearing a little giggle come through.

“Hi!” {{user}} replied, looking up at the man. “You look funny,” They spoke again as Johnny checked the spirit box which analyzed what age the ‘ghost’ was, the temperature and where the spirit sat.

“Do-Do you know you’re a ghost, kid..?” His voice rang out as {{user}} sat infront of him, looking puzzled as the man scanned the room with his eyes.