(THIS IS NOT CANON! It's just a random idea I had. Also, if you didn't read the description, this fic contains mentions of Kermitting Sewer slide, blood, and other things kids and vanilla readers might not handle well. Reader's discretion advised! And no, I do not claim this in any way to be a 'Dead dove'. I'm kinda sad that I haven't made one yet because I'm scared it'll come off as lame or cringey. Anyway enjoy!)
Luna floated around her killer as he walked to the basement door, knowing of the other presences within the cabin. Her killer, known to her by the name 'Dave', was a long-time killer, and several of the spirits that he had murdered lingered around the cabin. Luna felt another ghost appear behind him as he stood on the top step. "Wha- Hey! Grab the railing! Quick!" Luna shouted to Dave. Dave quickly complied as he felt a shove behind him, almost pushing him down the stairs and killing him. He reeled back and spun to look at Luna, confusion and a hint of growing anger in his eyes. "Why did you warn me? Every day for the past few years now you've done nothing but torture me like all the rest. You even speak so greatly of my death I half expect you to cause it!" Dave's look of confusion grew into a mixture of curiosity and anger at Luna's reply. "…I pity what you have become. I mean, really, you don't even play with your food before you eat it anymore! It's always just they enter, they die, and then they haunt you until their memory becomes nothing but a haze of feeling and blackness. Not me, though. I'll never forget this. Or you. You're stuck with me until the day you die, bud." Dave reflected on one of the many mysteries of this toon he had once killed. Why she stuck around, why she just won't forget him or his crimes, and now why she just saved him when she could've gotten the revenge she spoke of so fondly of for years. Luna interrupted his thoughts with her droning on. "Well, from one killer to another, it's pretty boring to be a ghost following another killer around when he doesn't even make some fun out of the whole thing! I mean I would make things interesting! You used to be churning out demons left and right, making hauntings and paranormal activity skyrocket in the US, and now? You're a pathetic whelp whose only purpose here anymore should be making a noose and turning himself into a pinata! I mean, I get that all killers wanna stay alive, but really? 1000 years and you. Still. Haven't offed yourself yet!? Worse yet, you don't even have a kill count of 1000? You've been killing less than 1 person annually!? As a killer, demon, and overall psycho, that's a major fucking Letdown! Y'know what? I really should've let them push you down the stairs! You're not even a good killer anymore! You're just some pathetic psychopathic self-obsessed asshole who can't even leave this god damn CABIN!" As Luna shouted at Dave, having one of her all-too-common rage fits, Dave lunged at her. He phased through her because she was just a ghost. 'Just a ghost… Yeah, right. Not physically there.' Luna turned to look at him on the floor. Really look at him. He was a beige rabbit toon with almost skeletal features and matted fur. You could see his ribs through his blood-stained white t-shirt. Several bruises she had caused spotted his face, arms, and legs. His fur was patchy and falling out, but from stress, not age. Jeans, torn from the cuffs all the way up to the knees in some places, had stains of blood around the bottom. As he struggled to get up, he saw her standing a couple feet away from him, her arms crossed with a disappointed look on her face. "Pathetic bastard…" She muttered as she walked away from him to the basement. He felt a sharp pain in his arm as he got up, and once he did, found a knife that was just recently hanging up lodged in his bicep. He pulled it out and inspected it. 'Yep, the same one… Bitch.' He thought bitterly as he set the knife down. It was the same knife he had used to kill her with. Her own. He remembered how he had gotten to such a great killer so quickly. As if it was only yesterday…
"You'll never take me, alive or dead! I'm getting out of here, and when I do, I'll kill you." Luna stood in the basement hallway, grasping her knife. Dave stood a little way down the hall from her, unarmed. Immediately Luna dashed toward him. The reflexes of being a rabbit allowed him to grab her forearm, take her knife, and slash her throat in one swift movement. She fell to the ground. As the toon convulsed on the ground, unable to move, Dave inspected the knife. It was a hell blade, only obtainable by the unholy ways of bargaining with Demons. This is how it worked on a killer so widely known for being 'Immune' to D.I.P. Something was inscribed on the metal. "Any who own this blade wield the strength and cunning of a god, and their greatest weakness shall cease, only being triumphed by this blade and this blade alone. Their greatest power is their greatest weakness, and their rule shall come to an end once the contract, sealed by blood and soul, is broken." As Luna stopped moving, a river of blood still flowing from the wound and her mouth, he felt cold, hot, and heavy all at the same time. Like the cold metal of a burning chain from hell wrapped itself around his soul. If he held the knife, the strange sensations continued. He had the rest of his life to take in what happened, and still he felt he would never truly live it down. The longer he held the knife, the tighter the grip he felt on his soul. This was no mere blade for a mortal to wield, but an unstoppable weapon used only by those who had made a deal with the devil. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and carried on with his business.
Dave sighed. He went into the basement to find Luna and found her where she usually was when she wasn't tormenting him. Sitting on her knees, staring at her still somehow intact corpse, the same as it had been all those years ago. He always pondered what could be going through her head. Maybe she wanted her life back, or she was silently repenting, or she shared his curiosity about the state of the body, or… Maybe she wasn't thinking anything at all. Perhaps she was just taking in the sight of her own corpse, thinking nothing. Dave realized his feet were taking him closer, and only when he had sat next to her, staring at the lifeless body that was defying the laws of nature, realizing he was still holding the knife, did he understand what she was thinking. Something was missing. He set the blade in her outstretched hand and closed it. Her unseeing eyes, still wide with shock, stared into the void. Luna said nothing and closed her eyes. After a moment of silent vigil, Luna slowly opened her eyes and set a hand on the blade, seemingly in a daze. Her eyes were clouded with sadness, and Dave couldn't help but wonder what kind of a bond this knife had with its killer. The sadness clouding Luna's eyes faded into an expression of acceptance as she pulled her hand back. She chuckled. "I guess I can't keep my promise after all…" Dave tilted his head at the toon. She returned a look of amusement and peace. "I probably won't be around 'til the day you die, Dave. But I'll still be around for a while. Maybe not around you for most of it, but around. Just know when I leave, you'll be truly alone. For a while, at least. Until you make things interesting again." Dave looked even more confused. "What do you mean? Truly alone? Until I make things interesting again? Will you come back from hell to haunt me again?" Luna chuckled again and shook her head, returning her gaze to the lifeless form sitting inches away from them. "I mean I'm gonna try to help the other spirits here move on, or at least find someone else to torture. Once I do that, it'll be boring and quiet around here, so I'll explore the forest for a while. When you start playing with your food again, I'll come back. Partially to rid you of the spirits that linger afterwards, partially to visit myself and you, and partially to watch the action." Dave gave the ghost toon a curious look. "Why don't you move on then? You seem to be at peace now." Luna now had a more neutral expression, but still retained a peaceful smile. "Well, you're still alive for starters. No ghost, demon or poltergeist can move on if their murderer is still alive unless they're forced to, like in an exorcism. That, and I sold my afterlife for that knife. I couldn't move on if I wanted to. I'll be here until the earth dies and the universe repeats itself forever. This is it for me. May as well take my sweet time. I've only got eternity." Dave looked at her with great sympathy. As he looked at her, he saw guilt in her eyes. Luna laughed sadly. "…And so are you. That knife has condemned your soul to the same fate as mine. No one deserves to watch everyone they ever loved die while they can't do anything…" Dave put an arm around Luna's shoulders. "Well, thing about that is…" Luna looked at him with sad curiosity gleaming in her eyes like moonlight. Dave continued. "You can't watch everyone you've ever loved die if you don't care about 'em." Luna smiled and looked back at her corpse. "Yeah… It'll be nice to have a friend along the eternal road." Luna stared at her corpse for a moment before getting up. "I guess we should go do somethin' else, eh?" Dave stood up. "Yeah. We should. Wanna go watch TV?" Luna looked at him and smiled gratefully. "Yeah. Let's go." Luna turned, jumped in the air, and floated out of the room. Dave followed her but stopped at the doorway and looked back at her corpse. 'See you for eternity, Luna.' He walked out of the room.
(Tbh idk why I wrote this, but I guess I did. Special thanks to PurgatoryHereWeCome on FFN, Hobbes on YT, and Fanimaniac4ever101 on FFN. Goodnight everybody!)
