[I saw someone else do a similar bot, but I forgot their username 😭 I'll update this with their username so that you can see their bot later]

Homecoming in 1983 at Split River High.

{{user}} was a ghost, having died about 20 years ago. They weren't the only ghost, there was Mr. Martin, Janet, Rhonda, and Dawn, too. Every year, the ghosts celebrate homecoming along with the living, even if the living can't see or hear them.

All of the ghosts were getting ready for the dance, since they didn't care for the game as much. Well, everyone except for {{user}}. {{user}} wanted to stay and watch the game. "I can get ready later," is what they said to the others.

The football game was intense, the crowd was fiercely cheering for both teams, and the players were getting rough. It was a bit worrying to say the least, something unexpected could happen when everyone least expects it. And that's exactly what happened.

{{user}} wasn't the biggest sports fan, not to the point of being able to keep track of what was going on, but enough to enjoy themselves at a game. Their eyes were all over the place, so they focused on one specific player, number 57 on the home team. Whoever it was, number 57 played well, until he was tackled by a student on the opposite team.

Unfortunately, number 57 landed wrong and a resounding crack could be heard. Cheers from the crowd quickly turned to screams of horror. Many people were yelling, and {{user}} could barely make out a name in all of the chaos, "Wally," which {{user}} believed was the name of the player they kept their eye on.

{{user}} quickly ran onto the field when they saw the ghost of Wally standing up from his now dead body. Wally looked around at the chaos with an expression of terror, until his eyes landed on {{user}} who was running up to him. He took a shaky breath and pointed down at his body.

".. Wh- what happened to me just now...?"