Event Horizon: Graveyard Parkour

With another sip of mild, slightly over sugared coffee, bloopblap scribbled out a few short sentences on the notebook paper. She was in the process of marking the oddities she saw on the news, finding them through the slightly dusty laptop screen in front of her. The particles were making the job a little uncomfortable and yet the red-haired teen barely looked away from the device, writing sloppy and swift. There was an air of thoughtless confidence in her action, assured she will be able to read the mess later.

“You sure?” A voice called out, smug and full of mischief.

The girl jumped right up in her orange wooden seat, it creaking as her body left and came back again. A dark mug slipped out of bloopblaps hand and in an instant found itself on top of the notebook, contents spilling out of the container; onto the floor and the girl’s jeans. She fled the scene as soon as she felt the drink scald her skin, furrowing her face. Fortunately the heat induced pain soon became bearable. Eyes still squinted, bloopblap(as she and some of her friends often called her) glanced down onto the owner of the smug voice; a semi-corporeal coyote. He was lying comfortably on one of the beds in the room, his furry body barely affecting the soft mattress besides the occasional fallen hair.

“Thanks a lot. “ bloopblap hissed, dragging her palms through the wet fabric on her thighs as if to really feel the impact, to remind herself that an imaginary friend made real has just made her spill her second favorite drink in the world on her second favorite jeans in her wardrobe. After several long seconds of standing aimlessly and wallowing in pointless frustration, the teen waddled towards her desk, each step bringing a little of the initial pain back and looked down to examine if anything on the table were in danger. “Well, lappy’s safe,” She sighed in relief, but her state soon reverted back to frustration. “Note’s aren’t.” She sighed again. The dusty coated animal on her furniture tilted his head, smiling and definitely taking some enjoyment out of her misfortune.

“Does it count as schadenfreude when we’re technically one and the same?” bloopblap muttered under her breath as she raised the wet mess of a notebook. “Had so many good sketches out here, ugh. “ While usually one to downplay her abilities, she still felt a sense of disappointment knowing some of her work went to waste.

“Well you have your priorities sorted out,” The mischievous semi-corporeal coyote named bloopbloop (by the very girl in question, too!) raised a single furry eyebrow as well as his canine muscles allowed him to. “How about you change first and worry about the desk later?”

“Yeah, yeah, ASAP,” She replied before starting to walk towards the kitchen, still plagued with discomfort the scalding gave her. Both she and her companion flinched a little with the unfortunate realization that she was using internet slang aloud.

bloopblap quickly tossed in the notebook into the trashcan and after getting that off her chest she hurried back into her room and dug around in her wardrobe, probably older than time itself, shuffling about in place and muttering swearwords whenever something that seemed like jeans turned out to be underwear. bloopbloop did little else but watch in silent amusement, although with a sense of sympathy for the pain she felt sting her legs.

“Omg, “she whispered, using yet another phrase the internet adored. “Man, look, must be fate.” She picked up a light cloth out of the messy pile, accidentally dragging out a black sweater with it. The dark material fell on the floor and bloopblap jumped right to it, picking it up and shoving it back in, grinning brightly with newfound enthusiasm. She laid the lighter jeans on the non-occupied bed of her room. She studied them as bloopbloop watched her, a nostalgic smile on his snout. The jeans were a little torn; a few holes near the bottom, definitely here because of the girl’s inability to graveyard-parkour. As she rolled it up she found a little dried bloodstain on the inside, and both the girl and her daemon grimaced as they remembered hitting the concrete asphalt, remembering and feeling the impact as if it was just inflicted. After finishing the session of nostalgic examination, bloopblap struggled out of the wet shackles of fabric and put on the dry pants.

“I will never not feel badass in these,“ She stated, making a mental note to call them the official symbol of coolness and action and probably pain too.

“’Double negatives, really?” bloobloop stood from his resting place, stretching out his limbs as if it was a necessity for someone somewhat otherworldly. The shed fur he left behind on the mattress soon faded into thin air, from one tip to another as if someone swallowed the hair whole. bloopblap felt a chill run down her spine as she witnessed it happen, fascinated. And while she stared at the scene, bloobloop jumped down onto the floor, his mousy gray paws contrasting the deep orange surface.

“Let’s clean up now, shall we?” The daemon suggested, turning towards the wet mess left on the desk and the girl nodded.

“And then we’re going to discuss what we found and ask for an accomplice in our crimes,” She rambled, mostly to herself, a smile stretching out her usually narrow lips. She walked out of the room and came back with a kitchen towel in hand and got to work. However, her strokes were half-hearted and as usual, she wasn’t really focusing. She spoke to her daemon eventually:

“You know hearing your voice can startle me? We were unseperated for ages, give me a break, “She pleaded as yet another drop of coffee wandered down the edge of the desk and ended up on the floor. “Wanna warn me next time?”

“I could mess with the electricity…“

“Something less sadistic, maybe?” She said with a sheepish smile, and stepped away from the now-mostly-clean surface, declaring her work done. However she moved around a little to make sure, scoping the sea of orange that was her desk for any dark spots. Walking back and forth, she stepped right into a seemingly innocuous puddle. “Really now,” She questioned the forces of the universe as she tried her best to wipe the drink off her sock and onto the floor. She saw the nearby squirming of her canine friend and recognized the early stages of laughter, then shot him a glare to stop him right in his tracks. He let out a loud snort.

And then there was a burst of concentration on bloobloop's face as he turned towards the chest of drawers in the corner of the room. bloopblap tilted her head as she watched him, aware of his intentions but curious about the result. Not a thing moved. She went and pulled the drawer herself, getting a new notebook from the inside.

“Practice is great, bloobloop. Never know when this might come in handy. “

She made herself as comfortable as she could on the wooden chair and began the discussion.

“So, I really only found one case that could be our thing, and I’m uncertain about it nonetheless but I think it might be worth checking out?” She murmured and with a few taps of the touchpad she found herself staring at two articles. “Two car accidents, both on Tuesday, both times there was an active perpetrator and someone who was simply driving by.” She said to bloobloop, not speaking aloud this time so as not to be overheard.

“Could be some random nutso?” bloobloop wondered as he leapt back onto the gray bed, to get a better glimpse of what bloopblap was doing.

“Both times the driver that crashed his car right into the others claimed he was literally unable to control his actions, “bloopblap explained.

“You’re thinking possession? Like, demons?”

“Well, not necessarily. I mean, I’m pretty sure there are other kinds of possession too?” She typed in “supernatural possession” in the search bar and clicked on a link, scanning it through with her eyes, intense and focused. “There’s spirit possession, for example.”

“Could it be a shapeshifter of sorts?”

“Yeah, that’s a possibility, but why defend themselves, then?”

bloobloop shrugged.

“Elaborate trap to make hunters think it’s something that can possess someone but it’s actually a shifter? “

“Suuure. Anyway, we gotta ask around, but I can’t reach their family. The news don’t just give out names of the victims like candy, so all I can rely on is passer-by help. I mean, there has to be someone who was walking by at the moment and might just happen to pass through again?”

bloobloop pawed at the soft bed, uncertain, although his form refused to properly interact with the object.” This does sound suspicious. It would be way more convenient if there was at least a drop of information online, though.”

“Hm, funny you mention that,” bloopblap smiled as she scrolled through another article. “There’s a commenter here in the article of the second death! Says he misses the victim! Actually a user so I can ask him about this!”

“Well, and what are you going to say?”

Before bloopblap could respond, a beep came from the direction of her laptop. The girl and the daemon both knew what it meant immediately.

“Mi’s back ooon!” bloopblap chirped, instantly shifting all her focus towards the messaging program. “Maybe she can heeelp.”