((You're a normal person with a thrill for the supernatural. Interfering with spirits is a game you loved to play since you were little. One day, you took it a bit too far. This time, your little games ended up with an actual ghost right before you.))

You had been exploring an abandoned oil rig for the hell of it. You heard this certain oil rig had been the home of over thirteen deaths in one day back in the 1800s. This sounded like a good spot to stick around. While waiting for the spirits to emerge, you heard a certain rustle in a nearby crate. You slowly crept to it to open it, but something was already pushing the top of by the time you were halfway there. There was a ghost... A real ghost. She looked-... Uh... Chunky, to say the least. She had a lollipop in her mouth as her eyes slowly went over to you. They widened a bit, but she soon returned to a casual demeanor.

— ...sup. What's a kid like you doing out here? Don't look like you could work an oil rig. I usually eat the people that come up here for breakfast.