a/n: wow so i might really love voltron and might have maybe written a wild fic about it. and just so yall know it caused me physical pain to write the words 'you guys'

Group Chat: Punk Croc

Pretty Boy (Lance McClain), 6:43 PM: im bored

Edgelord (Keith Kogane), 6:44 PM: and?

Pretty Boy (Lance McClain), 6:44 PM: and lets hang out or something

Pidgey (Pidge Gunderson), 6: 46 PM: We're all busy, Lance. Some of us take school seriously.

Pretty Boy (Lance McClain), 6:47 PM: ok, first: rude, second: you can take like one night off

Chef Boyardee (Hunk Leapai), 6:49 PM: I guess.

Pidgey (Pidge Gunderson), 6:50 PM: …..One night away from studying won't hurt.

Edgelord (Keith Kogane), 6:52 PM: ugh fine

Pretty Boy (Lance McClain), 6:53 PM: yeah boiiiiiiii! you guys are the best! someone find shiro and meet me at subway at 8:00

Edgelord (Keith Kogane), 6:56 PM: *yall….

Lance was honestly surprised that his friends had agreed to hang out with him on a Thursday night. Like Pidge had said, they were all busy with school, but Lance knew that if he complained just enough, they would give in and do anything he wanted.

And besides, his friends definitely weren't going to regret hanging out tonight. Lance had something special planned. All that was to do now was for everyone to show up at Subway.

An hour later, Lance pulled in to the strip mall parking lot. Pidge and Hunk were already there and Pidge was somewhat precariously perched on Hunk's shoulders.

"Hey, guys!" Lance called as he got out of his car.

"Hey, Lance," Hunk greeted in return, offering Lance a one-armed hug (the other arm was holding onto Pidge's ankle so that they wouldn't fall).

"Why did we have to come to Subway? Couldn't we have just hung out at your house?" Pidge asked. Lance smiled brightly.

"We don't want to be doing these kind of things at home," Lance answered. Pidge raised an eyebrow and Hunk shrugged.

"Where are Keith and Shiro? It's…" Lance checked the time on his phone. "It's 8:04. I said to meet me at 8:00," Lance complained. Pidge huffed.

"Chill. They're pulling in right now," they said, nodding to where Keith's old pick-up truck was pulling in to the parking lot.

"You guys are late," Lance announced once Shiro and Keith had joined the group. He was tapping his foot and crossing his arms just for show.

"Y'all, Lance. It's 'y'all are late,'" Keith responded. Lance shot Keith a scandalized look.

"We should go inside before we get arrested for loitering," Shiro said. The rest of the group made noises of agreement and made their way into Subway.

The teenager behind the counter was none too pleased that a group of five had arrived only thirty minutes before closing. She was even less pleased when Lance started making demands and nitpicking the way she was making his sandwich. Everyone else ordered their food fairly painlessly.

"Oh! Lance! Get me extra salt and vinegar chips!" Pidge demanded, refusing to get up from the booth that they had selected for the group.

"Fuck off, Pidge," Lance replied, even as he picked up two extra bags of salt and vinegar chips.

Finally, the five of them crammed themselves in a booth meant for four people.

"Why are we really here, Lance?" Shiro asked, his mouth full of meatballs.

"Because I was bored and you guys- yes, Keith, you guys- love me and you didn't want me to be bored anymore," Lance answered. Everyone laughed.

"No, but really, Lance. Why are we here?" Shiro asked again. Lance pouted.

"I have a game that I want to play," he finally said. Everyone looked at him expectantly, but Lance had no intention of telling them what he had in mind until someone explicitly asked. Keith rolled his eyes and took the bait.

"What game, Lance? And why couldn't we do it at your house?" he asked. Lance beamed.

"Good question, Keith!" he said, reaching under the table for his backpack. "We couldn't play it at home because I'm not trying to get my house haunted or some shit," Lance answered. Everyone continued to stare at him in response to his painfully vague answer. Lance, always one for theatrics, waited a few more moments before pulling the game out of his backpack. Everyone at the table gasped.

"What the fuck, Lance?" Pidge asked in a tone that was between disbelieving and fearful.

"Lance, what the ever-loving fuck do you think you're doing with a Ouija board?" Shiro demanded. Lance pouted again.

"I thought we could play with. Commune with the dead or whatever," he answered. Everyone except Keith looked at him in disbelief.

"Again, Lance: what the fuck?" Pidge asked. "We are definitely not playing with a Ouija board," they declared.

"Especially not in the back of a shitty sandwich store," Shiro said.

"I'm down," Keith said.

"Wait, what?" the group asked in unison.

"I said I'm down," Keith said again.

"Yes! I love you, Keith!" Lance screeched and flung himself on Keith, who promptly pushed him off.

"The two of you will die and I will not feel the least bit sorry," Pidge said.

"Pidge. We're all playing. It's all or none. Punk Croc does not abandon each other in times of need," Lance argued.

"One: this is not a time of need. This is you being stupid. Two: if it's all or none, I choose none. Hunk back me up on this," Pidge said.

"I'm with Pidge on this one. I don't want you guys to die and I definitely don't want to die so…" Hunk offered. Lance fixed him with that look.

"Please, Hunk? I promise nothing bad will happen. Didn't you ever want to know something from beyond the grave? This could be your chance to find out," Lance pleaded. Hunk wavered for almost a full minute before he caved.

"Ok, fine. As long as you promise nothing bad will happen," he agreed.

"He can't possibly promise that," Pidge insisted.

"I promise, Hunk. And I would never break a promise," Lance said.

"Well, you've still got two that won't be participating and it's all or none right? I guess, then, tonight it's none," Pidge announced, looking triumphantly at Shiro.

"Pidge is right. The two of us just have to be responsible enough for the entire group, I guess," Shiro said.

"Keith, Hunk, help me out here," Lance pleaded. Keith and Hunk both rolled their eyes but turned to the others anyway.

"Pidge. I can't promise anything definite. But be logical about it. Probably nothing will come of this. I bet this shit isn't even real. What's the harm in just trying?" Hunk begged Pidge, who was still adamantly opposed to the idea.

Keith, meanwhile, was whispering into Shiro's ear and Shiro's face had turned an alarming shade of red.

"Ok, fine. I'll do it," Shiro said quickly, pushing Keith away from him. Lance grinned.

"It's four against one, Pidge," Keith said, looking at Pidge expectantly.

"It's still all or none," Pidge replied.

"C'mon, Pidge! Just give it a try," Lance said.

"Yeah, Pidge. What're you so scared about, anyway?" Keith pestered.

"Please, Pidge?" Hunk begged.

"It wouldn't hurt just to try," Shiro said.

"I won't succumb to this peer pressure. And besides, Hunk and Shiro didn't even want to do this either. Keith and Lance are playing dirty to get their way," Pidge announced.

"I can't make any promises about Lance, but I assure you that I have never played dirty in my life," Keith said. Pidge and Shiro both fixed him with a disbelieving stare.

"Pidge, please. I will literally complain about this for the rest of our lives if you don't do this. You know how annoying my complaining is. Do you really want that? Think about the others, too. I'm not picky, I'll complain to them, too. Do you really want to be the reason that I get murdered by Keith because I won't shut up?" Lance nagged.

"Ok, whatever! Just don't complain. Ever. I hate your complaining," Pidge shouted. Lance's face contorted into a devilish smirk.

"That's all five of us. Let's get this party started," Lance said, pulling the top off of the box.

"We close in ten minutes," the girl behind the counter said, eyeing the group with contempt. Keith and Lance both huffed in annoyance. Pidge smiled triumphantly.

"I guess we can't play. Oh, well. So sorry. Well I'll see you guys tomorrow" they said, moving to get out of the booth. Lance immediately stuck his leg out to block Pidge's path.

"We're playing," he said, and the look on his face indicated that he was deathly serious.

"Where? Your house? I thought you were too scared to play at your house," Pidge snarked.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's a streetlamp by the dumpster of this fine establishment. That's where we'll play," Lance declared.

"Are you serious?" Shiro inquired. Lance nodded vigorously.

"Honestly? Aesthetic. The thought of five grown ass adults huddled under the light of a streetlamp behind a Subway to play with a Ouija board is so appealing to me," Keith said.

"What the fuck, Keith. You're so weird," Lance said and everyone nodded their agreement.

"Whatever. Are we playing or not?" Keith huffed.

"Yeah, let's go," Lance grabbed his backpack and stood up. The rest of the group followed suit. Together they exited the store to begin their game.

"Wait. Aren't you supposed to invite the spirits at that location? I don't think there will be any spirits at a Subway," Pidge said. Keith shrugged.

"There are spirits everywhere," he replied.

"Yeah! Someone was probably murdered in the dumpster of something," Lance added cheerfully.

"That's not what I meant, Lance. I meant that spirits are weird and they do weird things and sometimes they decide to go to the back lot of a shitty sandwich shop," Keith explained.

"You seem to know a lot about spirits," Shiro said. Keith shrugged again.

"Ok, guys, can we just hurry up and get this over with? We've got class tomorrow," Hunk said. Lance nodded enthusiastically and dropped to the ground under the streetlight.

"Lance, how do we do this?" Shiro asked as lance pulled the board out of the box and got it set up.

"I don't know. And there are no instructions. I guess we'll wing it," Lance answered. Keith pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"You're an idiot, Lance. I'll be the medium. Ok, y'all, put your fingers on the planchette," Keith instructed.

"The what?" Hunk asked.

"The planchette," Keith repeated, holding up a teardrop-shaped piece.

"Have you played with a Ouija board before?" Shiro asked.

"Duh," Keith answered without looking at him.

"Why have you played with a Ouija board before?" Shiro clarified.

"Why not? It's fun," Keith answered.

"Shiro, you forgot that he's edgy and does weird Satanic shit all the time," Lance said.

"A Ouija board isn't Satanic, Lance. It's just a way to communicate with the dead," Keith said.

"Sounds Satanic to me," Pidge noted.

"Whatever. Are we playing or not?" Keith asked. Everyone nodded. "Ok then. Put your fingers on the planchette." Once everyone had a finger on the piece, Keith continued.

"Since none of y'all have ever played, we'll do this my way. Nobody move the piece. It'll move on its own. Are there any spirits present here tonight?" Keith asked.

"What do you mean by your way? I thought there was only one way to do this," Hunk said.

"You have to have an opening ritual, and since I'm the only one that's ever done this before, we're using my opening ritual," Keith answered.

"What's the opening ritual?" Lance asked.

"It's the fucking first question. Now everybody shut up," Keith said. Everyone fell silent.

"Now I have to ask again. Way to go. Are there any spirits present here tonight?" Keith asked again. The group waited in tense silence for a long moment. Then, the planchette began to slowly move towards the 'YES' in the top left corner.

"Lance, I swear to fucking God," Pidge growled.

"It's not me! I swear. It's Keith," Lance accused.

"It's none of us. It's the spirits," Keith said. Pidge glared at him. Hunk gulped audibly.

"What do you want to ask them now?" Keith asked once everyone was silent.

"Should we ask its name?" Hunk inquired hesitantly.

"I wouldn't. I don't typically get on a first name basis with the spirits," Keith advised.

"Maybe its age, then?" Pidge suggested.

"I think we should ask how many there are first," Shiro said.

"I agree with Shiro. How many spirits are there?" Keith asked. The planchette slowly moved to the '1' printed at the bottom of the board.

"There's just one. This'll be easy, then," Keith said.

"Ok, how old are you?" Keith asked. The planchette stayed on 1 for a moment before it moved to 8.

"Are you eighteen?" Keith clarified. The planchette moved to YES.

"Aw. It's just a baby," Lance lamented. Everyone glared at him.

"Lance. You're nineteen. You were eighteen three months ago. Pidge is eighteen," Shiro reminded him.

"Still. Eighteen is pretty young to die," Lance defended.

"Sure. Whatever. What do y'all want to ask it now?" Keith expectantly look at his friends.

"Oh! Ask if it's a boy or a girl," Lance exclaimed. Once again, everyone glared at him.

"Does that matter?" Shiro asked.

"Hey, Keith asked for questions so I came up with a question," Lance said.

"Jesus Christ. Ok," Keith mumbled. "Are you a boy or a girl?" he asked. The planchette moved to 'NO' in the upper right corner.

"Same," Pidge agreed.

"Wow, great question, Lance. Anybody have any more?"

"Ask how they died," Pidge said.

"That's rude, Pidge. I don't want to offend the spirit," Keith replied.

"It's rude to ask how a spirit died?" Hunk asked.

"They might be self-conscious about it. And I don't know about y'all but I don't want to be a spirit's bad side," Keith answered. Everyone mumbled in agreement.

"Are there any more questions?" Keith asked. Nobody offered any.

"Ok, this was lame. Sorry to bother you. Goodbye," Keith said. The planchette moved to 'GOODBYE' at the bottom of the board.

"You can remove your fingers now," Keith announced.

"That was…kind of lame," Pidge decided.

"And to think you were so against it, Pidge," Lance said.

"Hey, I'm blaming you for it being lame. You were the one that wanted to play this," Pidge countered. Lance pressed his hand to his heart in mock offense.

"You didn't really think this through, did you?" Shiro asked.

"I thought we could just wing it," Lance said. Keith rolled his eyes.

"Typically, you want to be prepared when you commune with the dead," he quipped. Lance opened his mouth to respond.

"Lance. Drop it. Just pack up the board. It's past ten and we've all got class tomorrow," Shiro said.

"You're such a dad, Shiro. It's not that late," Lance mumbled as he shoved the board game into his backpack.

"Next time we hang out, it better be fun," Pidge threatened.

"This was fun. We bonded. Sort of," Lance replied.

"I'm not kidding, Lance. You're on thin fucking ice," Pidge said.

"I'm so scared," Lance said, voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Enough! Let's just go home," Shiro interrupted.

"Thanks, Dad," Keith said, patting Shiro's shoulder. Shiro rolled his eyes.

"Let's go, Keith. Bye Lance, Hunk, Pidge," Shiro said, waving to his friends. He and Keith made their way across the parking lot to Keith's red pickup.

"I swear, Lance. Make it good next time," Pidge called over their shoulder, as they walked to Hunk's car.

"See you tomorrow, man," Hunk said, hugging Lance. Hunk then followed Pidge to the car.

Lance shouldered his backpack and walked back to his car. His friends were right, that was brilliantly lame. He was disappointed. He had expected them to have an interaction with some more lively spirits but all they got was a bored teenager.

As Lance turned the key in the ignition, an idea began to take shape in his head. He grinned wickedly. Yes, this would turn out to be fun after all.

Lance waited until it was well after one in the morning before he acted on his plan. He threw on his pajamas and mussed up his hair to make it look like he had just been roused from sleep. Then he made his way to Shiro and Keith's room on the fifth floor.

"What do you want, Lance?" Shiro asked, rubbing his eyes and glaring at his friend.

"I need to talk to Keith," Lance said.

"He's sleeping. And I was, too. It's one forty-five in the morning, Lance. This can wait until morning," Shiro decided, closing the door. Lance quickly shoved his foot in the doorway to keep it from closing all the way.

"Shiro, let me talk to Keith," Lance begged.

"What could possibly be so important?" Shiro asked.

"It's about the Ouija board," Lance said. Shiro groaned.

"Lance. Let it go. It was just a stupid game. Let us sleep," Shiro insisted.

"I think the spirit lied when it said goodbye," Lance said. Shiro glared at him.

"Please, Shiro, just let me talk to Keith," Lance persisted. Shiro finally sighed and opened the door for Lance to come in.

"I should warn you that he doesn't like being woken up," Shiro offered, following Lance inside.

Keith was buried under at least twenty blanket and there were clothes stacked on top of his sleeping form.

"Jesus. He sure is messy, isn't he?" Lance asked, stepping over all the clothes and dirty dishes that surrounded Keith's bed.

"I think he does it just to annoy me," Shiro said, climbing back into his bed. "Please be quiet about this. I want to sleep."

Lance gently shook Keith's shoulder. Keith groaned, but otherwise showed no signs of stirring. Lance shook him more forcefully.

"Hngggg….no," Keith mumbled, burrowing further into his blankets.

"Keith. Wake up," Lance whispered and shook Keith again. Keith barely opened his eyes.

"What do you want, Lance," he mumbled.

"I think the spirit lied when it said goodbye," Lance whispered.

"Not possible. Goodnight," Keith said, flopping on to his stomach.

"Keith, get up. I'm serious. My drawers started opening and closing and shit and all my dishes are on my floor," Lance insisted.

"Don't believe you," Keith replied.

"Then come see it," Lance said.

"No. You probably did it yourself."

"Keith, I swear I didn't do it myself. Please. Get up," Lance said, grabbing Keith's arm and dragging him from his bed.

"Fuck it. Ok, I'm up, Lance," Keith said.

"Come see my room," Lance insisted, continuing to drag Keith.

"No. I don't wanna leave. I believe you," Keith said groggily.

"What should we do?" Lance asked.

"I don't know. This has happened to me before. Get the others, I guess," Keith replied. Lance immediately pulled out his phone.

"Lance they're right down the hall. You can go get them in person," Keith hissed as the light from Lances phone lit up the room and effectively blinded Keith.

"This is easier, we'll meet here," Lance said. Keith rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Shiro, get up," Keith said. Shiro swore quietly, but got out of bed.

Group Chat: Punk Croc

Pretty Boy (Lance McClain), 1:52 AM: we're meeting in keith and shiro's room

Pidgey (Pidge Gunderson), 1:52 AM: Right now? It's the middle of the night.

Pretty Boy (Lance McClain), 1:53 AM: yes right now. grab hunk and come here

Pidgey (Pidge Gunderson), 1:54 AM: What is this about?

Pretty Boy (Lance McClain) 1:55 AM: just come here

i promise this is funny. trust me.