ghost rp!

*Corbin peeked out behind a tree as he heard this, quickly stumbling back and whispering “Holy sh-t.” To himself*

Max: yeah… I suppose I would too

“Soo….whatcha doin out here?” (Don’t you hate it when you forget to reply and then wonder why the other person hasn’t responded and figure out YOU were the one who didn’t respond? That just happened to me lmao)

(I do that all the time it’s like “why won’t this mf resp- oh”)
Max: I was killed out here. But it’s peaceful so I like to sit here.

“Oh- Sorry for your loss?” *They turn the corner to look at him* (Also did you draw this? Cuz it looks awesome)

Max: thanks…
(Yeah I did thanks, the name doesn’t match tho because it was my username from a long lost yt acc)

“Is it still a sensitive topic or?”

Max: a little….

“Ah. I see- Uh…So how’s being dead?”

Max: …it’s okay…

*The boy looks up, letting the sheet sit on his head like a hood*
Max: H-Hello?

“Nobody’s here.” *They called back to him*

Max: Y-Yes there is-

*They peek out from behind the corner* “Nuh-uh.” *Corbin said as he narrowed his eyes at Max, before hiding again*

*He smiles a little*
Max: Alright then, random voice

“Exactly-“ *Corbin snapped their fingers with a triumphant tone to their voice*

*you hear him laugh softly*

“So…You’re not gonna like- kill me or something?”

Max: W-Why would you think that? I-I would never

“Well you see a floatin blue person and ya kinda assume the worst, Y’know?”

Siyra: *listens* Whats that noise?

*The crying continues but you pinpoint where it’s coming from, it’s coming from behind a nearby tree*

Siyra: *follows the noise*

*You see him (Max) sitting against the tree hugging his knees*

Siyra: *walks up to him* You okay?

*he looks up, his yellow eyes studying you*
Max: …n-no…

Siyra: What's wrong?

Max: I-I died-

Siyra: Oh.....

Max: *he cries softly* I didn’t wanna die….

Siyra: Nobody wants to die.....

Max: why did he have to shoot me….

Siyra: Somethings we will never know.....

Max: b-but he’s my dad!!!!

Siyra: Oh....

*he sobs softly*

Siyra: .......

bob: (goes up to him slowly and whispers) i think thats a you problem

*he jumps*
Max: AH-

bob: (skitters away)

Frost: ?

Max: Dont worry, I understand.

Frost: We're basically SEALs but in the Army and not in the Navy.

Max: Neat.

Frost: I always wondered why this part alone is always so foggy..

Max: Somebody stabbed me in the heart.... I'm here because it... where I was killed

Frost: Never knew I'd wind up as a detective one day, but do you know who killed you?

Max: Somebody in a suit....

Frost: Any other distinguishing features?

Max: They had weird gloves on but other than that no

Frost: Do you know their name?

Max: N-No-

Frost" A suit and weird gloves..
Lead me to where you were killed.

*he stands, he points to a dead young boy, laying motionless on the ground*

*Frost notices the knife and a ripped piece of a glove on the ground. He bags them up*
Frost: I'll send this to the FBI. They should get a lead on who did it

Max: Thank you...

Frost: ...
Now what?

(I dunno, man)
Max: I-Ill leave now....

Frost: You sure?

Max: Yeah....

Frost: Ya need a Delta buddy?

Max: Huh? What's that?

Frost: Me. I'm in the most elite part of the U.S. Army, known as Delta Force.

Max: Oh, sure then

Frost: I can't tell you much about it. I have to keep most of our stuff secret.

*He continues to softly sob, not noticing you yet*

*Frost kept his HK416 low*
Frost: Identify yourself.

*He looks up*
Max: W-Wait! Please don't shoot- I-Im Maximus Greene... or...was.

Frost: Military or Veteran ID? This area is closed off to civilians.

Max: N-No I don't have one... I'm sorry sir... I didn't mean to bother its just....

Frost: In that case, please leave or you will be sent to jail.

Max: Can you s-send ghosts to jail...? I-I'll go...

Frost: You're a...ghost?

Max: M-Mhm.... *He's slightly see through*

Frost: What the hell?