Is it any surprise that Chase Collins would find himself here, too? If ever there was a person who felt displaced, it's the prodigal Son of Ipswich, the one who grew up in mutual ignorance of his 'brothers.' So. Basically: SURPRISE, BITCH. Bet you thought you'd seen the last of him.
Anyway, Chase could do without the ghosts, not because they're creepy or anything, but because... well, they were cool at first, but now they're just boring and won't go away. The novelty's gone! And they're all so grouchy or pissed off or sad, and he's so over it. He just tries to ignore them now, unless a ghost actually manages to pique his interest. What's weird, though, is that there's one he's started seeing over and over again, a bloody lady who looks kind of familiar, though he can't quite place her at first. Talking doesn't help, since all she does is cry without saying a word.
It... actually takes him way more run-ins than he'd care to admit before he realizes where he's seen her: in a handful of polaroids kept in a shoebox, somewhere in his bedroom back in New Hampshire. A shoebox he hadn't even opened in, what, five years? He hadn't even taken it with him to Spenser.
She's his mom. His birth mom, the one who died when he was too young to even remember her. She'd been something of an afterthought to him for so long that he'd practically forgotten her face.
Well. This just got a hell of a lot more awkward. GOOD THING HE SPOTS ANOTHER FAMILIAR FACE SOON ENOUGH. Caleb Danvers, tragically still alive, and the best distraction a homicidal witch could hope for.
"Spending some quality time with the crypt keeper, huh?" Pause for effect. "Oh. Wait. That's dear old dad..." He grins. "My bad."
That's right, Caleb. Take it in. Chase Collins is alive, well, and smug-slash-obnoxious as ever. Just ignore the ghost lady following him.
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Anyway, Chase could do without the ghosts, not because they're creepy or anything, but because... well, they were cool at first, but now they're just boring and won't go away. The novelty's gone! And they're all so grouchy or pissed off or sad, and he's so over it. He just tries to ignore them now, unless a ghost actually manages to pique his interest. What's weird, though, is that there's one he's started seeing over and over again, a bloody lady who looks kind of familiar, though he can't quite place her at first. Talking doesn't help, since all she does is cry without saying a word.
It... actually takes him way more run-ins than he'd care to admit before he realizes where he's seen her: in a handful of polaroids kept in a shoebox, somewhere in his bedroom back in New Hampshire. A shoebox he hadn't even opened in, what, five years? He hadn't even taken it with him to Spenser.
She's his mom. His birth mom, the one who died when he was too young to even remember her. She'd been something of an afterthought to him for so long that he'd practically forgotten her face.
Well. This just got a hell of a lot more awkward. GOOD THING HE SPOTS ANOTHER FAMILIAR FACE SOON ENOUGH. Caleb Danvers, tragically still alive, and the best distraction a homicidal witch could hope for.
"Spending some quality time with the crypt keeper, huh?" Pause for effect. "Oh. Wait. That's dear old dad..." He grins. "My bad."
That's right, Caleb. Take it in. Chase Collins is alive, well, and smug-slash-obnoxious as ever. Just ignore the ghost lady following him.