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Now…she wasn’t exactly pro yet…but she’d get there sooner or later. Hel shot the casketball at the hoop, grimacing as it bounced off the rim and then lunged to go catch the ball before it flew from the court once again. She caught it with an ‘oomph’ and then started to dribble it. Picking up casketball was fun…but as with all new things, it just took some training. It was…another…physical activity she was enjoying though.

She shot the ball at the hoop again, and cursed as it sailed right off the hoop and right over the fence.

Hel was busy staring at the casketball as it sailed over the fence…so the sudden and loud presence of someone behind her definitely caught her off guard.

The reaper’s hair stood up on end as she jumped, and immediately spun around, instinctively raising a fist to pummel whoever had done that to her. As soon as she caught sight of the Selkie though, her fist came to quick stop, and the ghoul nearly fell from the action of quickly stopping herself as well. “Ack!” She choked. “Sibyl!” She cried.

Her posture immediately relaxed, and she shook out her arms, rolling her shoulders as well. “Sheesh!” She then narrowed her eyes, and looked around, especially at the closed gate of the casketball courts. “…Where did you come from?”

Hel was steadied with Sibyl’s help, and she teetered before coming to a stand still. She continued to stare down at the Selkie like she had arrived from out of this world…and really, she might as well have. Though really, it was the pot calling the kettle black. “…Home.” She echoed. “…No…” She pointed over at the closed gate. “That gate was shut…and I did not hear it open. Where did you come from?”

She then stared at the sky…because maybe seals could fly.

Hel was scanning the orange tinted sky as if it would answer all her questions, and sadly right now, the casketball was long forgotten. The glow of something falling was caught out of the corner of her eye though, and the reaper’s head snapped back down to stare at some feathers.

Holy fu—

“DID YOU FLY!?” Hel cried, erratically pointing her finger at the few feathers that fell before they disappeared. She still kept pointing, her arm shaking out of disbelief, at the ground. Clearly how Sibyl got here was a matter of existence or non-existence.

Hel was really about to fly off the handle now. Of course she did!? But she was a seal! Where were these feathers coming from!? SEALS DIDN’T FLY. NOOOO HER PERCEPTION OF HER WARPED REALITY WAS BEING SHA---

Was she laughing now?

The ghoul’s face went blank and her hands slapped to her sides as she just stared at Sibyl. Why was she laughing at her? Why. Hel just…she didn’t know. So while Sibyl was laughing, Hel slowly sunk to her knees…and then just laid down right there on the casketball court. Ah. Everything was better once one laid down. “…Ah. So that is how you got here.” She replied once the situation became clear. Well, actually, it all made sense now! Students turning into mini-pets actually wasn’t farfetched…and it happened before, or so she heard.

Yup, that was perfectly acceptable.

Hel had to think about that for a moment. Her cheeks were puffed out as she stared up at the sky, and after sometime, she moved her hands to rest them behind her head. The ground was comfy. She’d stay here. What was she doing before this? It didn’t seem important. Aww, Sibyl was petting her hair! That was really nice.

“…Ya. I am okay. I am here and breathing…so I suppose that is a good start, ya?” She turned her head to look back at the Selkie. “What about you? How did you end up a mini pet anyways?”

…Wow…this ghoul was really…spunky.

Hel liked that. Seeing the ghoul being so…energetic and enthused about something was rather refreshing, and it made her feel a teeny bit better about herself. Just a teeny bit. As she listened to the Selkie’s wild exclamations about adventures and the Weeping Woods and a reaper clown (pretty sure she had seen him before too), she pushed herself up into a sitting position with her legs sprawled out in front of her. There was a smile pulling on her lips as Sibyl spun away as she talked, and after she stopped, the ghoul laughed a bit.

Well, that kind of did sound like a typical day at Amity. “Glad to see you make it out alright then.” She replied, but then scowled. “Oh, drop the miss! It is Hel. Just Hel. I hate it when others call me ‘Miss’…” Her expression smoothed out before she answered the ghoul’s question. “Ya…I suppose I was…it was no where near as exciting as yours though…and it lasted two Octobers.”

Thank Jack this ghoul didn’t put up a fight with dropping the ‘Miss’. Some students were funny about that. At her question, Hel’s brows furrowed and she rubbed her jaw idly. “Stories…” She echoed. “I suppose so…” Every day and every moment really had been a story so it was hard to think of certain instances.

“Well…I left Amityville to go look at properties…er…land? Upon which I can build my future cottage on…and…well…every day I was gone had its own stories and each had its own adventures as I traveled around Halloween…Ah…well…I was at this one port, and I took a ferry to cross a river to get to the other side…and the Ferry hit floating tree that was under the water and flipped it…” Hel grimaced a bit. “Some beings ah…got dissipated by piranhas…luckily I made it to land before that happened to me.”