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Anyone interested in a Monty the Crow x scylla demon! reader? She’s a half-breed mutt and he’s a crow. She was trapped in hell for hundreds of years before she met a teenage ghost who helped her escape. They later met another boy who would soon die and join there friendship. The group created the Dead Boy Detective Agency. Later as their classes become more difficult pieces of her life before her friends is slowly revealed. What should happen when she met and falls deeply and helplessly in love with an enemy crow. Trigger Warnings for bellow the cut off Hell, Demons, Gore, Blood, self hatred? Sneak peak below.
It was loud in Hell. Louder than she thought it would be. After evening dragged down however many years ago she’d lost all hope of ever leaving. Her father was not much help, some high lord demon he was. Couldn’t even free his own daughter for the prison of his own making.
She could never quite drown out all the screaming. Her ears were better than that of normal humans, she could hear everything. Every soul being tormented. Every demon who laughed. There was not one thing in hell that happened that she couldn’t hear.
However as the door to her torture chamber opened slowly she did not recognize the footsteps of the ghost who quickly hid. Her eyes slowly lifted upwards, her face red and puffy of tears.
They on the ground next to her was a boy her age. With pale skin, blood dripping from his forehead, almost black hair and the most intense emerald eyes she’d ever seen. His face was covered in terror as he looked around the room.
Bodies covered every inch. Bloody mutilated bodies. Limps and guts were torn out and scattered about. The faces of horror forever laced in the corpses.
“Who are you?” Her voice came out hoarse, her last screaming fit having only been a few minutes ago.
“….Edwin Payne.” His voice was soft, maybe a bit fearful.
She chuckled softly, pain? His last name was Payne and he was in hell.
“I think you’re in the wrong room.” She whispered softly, leaning closer to him. He shook his head furiously, the blood in his face crippled down.
“No! I shouldn’t be here at all!” He whisper yells. The girl nodded softly as some demon crawled in front of her door. Edwin froze up, his eyes locking upon the entrance.
“Don’t worry sacrifice, most of the demons avoid this room.” She mumbled laying her head back down in her knees. He slowly turned to her, he studied her frame quickly.
“Come with me.” He whispered. She snapped her head up staring into his soul.
“Excuse me?”
“Come with me, I’m escaping. If these demons are so afraid of you then maybe it will be better for the both of us.” She didn’t answer.
Her gaze traveled around the carnage covered room. Her father wasn’t evening much help getting her out of here. Her own mother laid with the corpses. Maybe that wasn’t really her, maybe her soul was somewhere else.
“That doesn’t frighten you? That demons are afraid of me?” He shock his head.
“Not if it gets us out of this place.” She nodded her head. He slowly stood up, lowering his hand for her to take.
………..
………….
……………..
Then she took it.
Thoughts? What do yall think????
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Edit: First chapter is up along with cast.
Cast
Chapter One
SCYLLA
Cast
“WE MUST DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SURVIVE!”
Y/N ADRIENNE
THE SCYLLA
“I LOVE YOU TOO.”
MONTY FINCH
THE CROW
“CHRIST Y/N! SINCE WHEN COULD YOU DO THAT!”
CHARLES ROWLAND
THE BRAWNS
“YOU SMELL LIKE WHISKEY AND DEPRESSION, GET UP.”
EDWIN PAYNE
THE BRAINS
“YOUR MIND IS THE ONLY ONE I CANT READ.”
CRYSTAL PALACE
THE PSYCHIC
“HE REALLY LIKES YOU, YOU KNOW YOU CAN LIKE HIM RIGHT?”
NIKO SASAKI
THE ALMOST DEAD GIRL
“ARE YOU OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK THAT?”
JENNY GREEN
THE BUTCHER
“JUST IMAGINE WHAT I COULD DO WITH ALL YOUR PAIN.”
ESTER FiNCH
THE WITCH
“TRUST ME DAUGHTER, IT’S BEST I LOVE YOU FROM AFAR.”
CRAXAES
THE DEAD BEAT DEMON DAD
”WHO ELSE IS GONNA PROTECT ME IF YOU’RE GONE?”
ADRIAN CRAXAES
THE DEMON LITTLE BROTHER
Trigger Warning: Religious themes, gore, murder, violence, suicidal thoughts, alcoholism, demons, blood, self hatred, cannibal tendencies in flashbacks, child neglect, ptsd, self neglect, imprisonment, torture, consumption of other demons, more warnings to follow
GIFs at the top are just meant for visuals. Reader doesn’t look like Wanda, she looks like you. Craxaes is a demon and you don’t need to look like his. That is simple the human form he chose.
SCYLLA
A/n: I’m super excited for this one. I’ve gotten really into dead boy detectives lately. I’ve also just fallen in the love with Monty and found there aren’t enough fics of him. Now this does have some sensitive topic that are in the show. Along with a few added ones. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Other then that please enjoy.
Word Count: 1.776k
Trigger Warning: Religious themes, gore, murder, violence, suicidal thoughts, alcoholism, demons, blood, self hatred, cannibal tendencies in flashbacks, child neglect, ptsd, self neglect, imprisonment, torture, consumption of other demons, more warnings to follow
CHAPTER ONE
It was loud in Hell. Louder than she thought it would be. After being dragged down however many years ago she’d lost all hope of ever leaving. Her father was not much help, some high lord demon he was. Couldn’t even free his own daughter for the prison of his own making.
She could never quite drown out all the screaming. Her ears were better than that of normal humans, she could hear everything. Every soul being tormented. Every demon who laughed. There was not one thing in hell that happened that she couldn’t hear.
However as the door to her torture chamber opened slowly she did not recognize the footsteps of the ghost who quickly hid. Her eyes slowly lifted upwards, her face red and puffy of tears.
There on the ground next to her was a boy her age. With pale skin, blood dripping from his forehead, almost black hair and the most intense emerald eyes she’d ever seen. His face was covered in terror as he looked around the room.
Bodies covered every inch. Bloody mutilated bodies. Limps and guts were torn out and scattered about. The faces of horror forever laced in the corpses.
“Who are you?” Her voice came out hoarse, her last screaming fit having only been a few minutes ago.
“….Edwin Payne.” His voice was soft, maybe a bit fearful.
She chuckled softly, pain? His last name was Payne and he was in hell.
“I think you’re in the wrong room.” She whispered softly, leaning closer to him. He shook his head furiously, the blood in his face crippled down.
“No! I shouldn’t be here at all!” He whisper yells. The girl nodded softly as some demon crawled in front of her door. Edwin froze up, his eyes locking upon the entrance.
“Don’t worry sacrifice, most of the demons avoid this room.” She mumbled laying her head back down in her knees. He slowly turned to her, he studied her frame quickly.
“Come with me.” He whispered. She snapped her head up staring into his soul.
“Excuse me?”
“Come with me, I’m escaping. If these demons are so afraid of you then maybe it will be better for the both of us.” She didn’t answer.
Her gaze traveled around the carnage covered room. Her father wasn’t evening much help getting her out of here. Her own mother laid with the corpses. Maybe that wasn’t really her, maybe her soul was somewhere else.
“That doesn’t frighten you? That demons are afraid of me?” He shock his head.
“Not if it gets us out of this place.” She nodded her head. He slowly stood up, lowering his hand for her to take.
Then she took it.
…………………………
This was royally stupid.
Her feet pattered against the ground as she ran away from the ghost the persuaded them. Her thighs ached as she followed after Charles. His bag bounced as Edwin ran next to him.
This was not how she wanted to spend her Saturday. She had planned on sitting in the couch with a cup of instant ramen and watch Peter Pan. However the boys had other plans.
And now she was running from some crazed soldier who was screaming his head off. She watched as the boys bickered between each other. Charles threw the bag to the ground going through it.
The trio stood in a circle, as Charles pulls out an iron knife from his bag.
“Iron knife! Give him a right smart burn if he tries anything.” Charles snapped as he raised the knife. Y/n rolled her eyes as her hands gently lit up in hues of scarlet.
“Real smart Charles.” She mocked him as she moved her body slightly in front of Edwin.
Ignoring Y/n, Charles continued, “I say with clip the mask, destroy it, he moves into her afterlife, case closed.”
“Bait and match gambit?” Y/n asked as her lips curled into a smirk. Charles chuckled softly as he tossed the knife into the air.
“I’ll need Minor Arcana, volume four. It’s the sort of small, purple one.” Edwin starts. Charles loved to his bag rummaging through it extensively.
“It contains the fire spell.” Edwin continued. Y/n’s eyes dropped slightly as she watched Charles.
“You don’t have it in the bag, do you?” She watched as his entire arm sunk Kylo the bag. The way his face dropped as she spoke.
“Right. Small hiccup there. I left it back at the office.” Edwin whipped around his face full of panic. Y/n glared down at her friend with his arm still in his bag.
“Charles, you have a backpack that can hold an infinite number of things.”
“Well I didn’t know we’d need it did I?”
“This is why you boys let me pack the infinity bag!” The ghost howled above them as he jumped down. The trio stared at the ghost soldier as he held out his own knife. Slowly there gazes turned to Charles knife.
“Go!” With Charles’s warning the group sprinted off again. The ghost continued to chase them through London as they ran. Y/n was seriously annoyed that she hadn’t just stayed home.
“Y/n! Could you please be helpful and use your magic!” Edwin yelled to her. She stoped her run allowing the boys to pass her. His footsteps falters as he watched his friend lower herself to the ground.
“Y/n!” Charles yelled but was ignored. Slamming her hand against the gravel, debris shot up. With scarlet hues covering the brown pieces they formed a wall, stopping the outraged ghost in his tracks.
As Y/n turned around Edwin spotted a glass mirror. The boys ran to it as she groan in annoyance. They always forget I cannot mirror travel!
Because they don’t care!
Rolling her eyes once again at her voice she tracked after them. Edwin looked back slightly to see her still running with them.
“I’ll meet you boys at the office!” She yelled to them. With her words boy boys disappeared through the glass. The two men holding the mirror stared at her as she ran past them.
She continued to run not minding all the stares she received as she dashed to an alleyway. It wasn’t easy being a dead boy detective when the living can see you. Dead boy detective was still strange to say.
If anything she was just a bodyguard for the two boys when they got into trouble. Leaning down to the ground and pricking her finger she drew a circle in the air.
Quickly the blood floated in the air swirling as made a portal to the office. The vast book covered shelves and desk being show through.
The office I pay for.
With my wealth.
She scoffed softly at his voice. She mocked his softly repeating to herself. She quickly jumped through the portal of her own making, landing in the office rather gracefully.
She panted softly as she brushed off any dish that might have found it way into her clothes. She wore a simple black suit with white collared shirt underneath. Black vest around her waist and her sleeves rolled up. At the back of her suit jacket Charles as sewn on a large drawing of a hydra.
As she looked around she couldn’t find the boys. They’d jumped into the mirror before her, they should’ve already been back. Before she could process another thought, Edwin’s lanky body crash into her.
Her stomach hit the ground with a thud as he lay on top of her for a few moments. He jumped off quickly pulling the crazies girl to her feet.
Charles body crashed just to the desk, pushing the furniture. Edwin panted softly.
“Now, before he arrives,” The sounds of Charles changing cuts off his words. Moving forwards out of the mirror the ghost clutched onto Charles throat. The boys body slams on the desk, sliding onto the floor.
Y/n pushed the emerald eyes boy away as the soldier ghost goes to attack Charles. With a flash of red the knife that had been aimed for Charles head is thrown away.
The soldier ghost rises in the air. His body jerking around as Y/n glares sharply at him. Charles shoot’s up, grasping at his iron knife.
“Sorry, chap. That mask has a hold on you, so I’ll need to take it.” Charles mumbles as he rubs at his neck. The knife slices through the mask effortlessly and is quickly thrown to Edwin.
Blood drips from the ghosts mouth as he screams in disarray. The blood drips down onto the carpets in front of the desk. Y/n’s eyes sharpen as she turn to Edwin.
“EDWIN PAYNE! These are my nice carpets! Hurry the fuck up!” Upon her instruction Edwin beings to chant in Latin. The mask lights on fire, slowly burning.
The soldier ghosts screams turn into a gentle whimper as his mask turns to ashes. Slowly Y/n lowers him to the ground, her eyes no longer so sharp.
The ghost curled to the ground and slowly she reach her hand out. It gently rested on his shoulder as he whimpered in anguish.
“It’s alright mate. You win the war. Kids read about it in school boom, yeah? You’ve done brilliantly.” Charles’s words echo through Y/n’s mind.
“You’ve done brilliantly sweetling.” His words as calm as ever. His hand the combed through her bloodied hair cold as always. His eyes…. His eyes that cursed blood color.
Shivers ran down her spine as she felt Edwin grasp into her arm. She quickly brought them outside. The boys clung to the window as she floated besides Edwin.
“Charles, Y/n that was a job well done.” Edwin told the pair.
“Yeah, pretty chuffed about it myself. Except for the part where he chocked me.””
“You’re welcome.” Edwin’s snickers brought a smile to both faces. The room quickly lit up in a bright blue.
“Death.” Edwin whisper faintly. “She’s here.”
The trio looked through the sides of the window. Death stood before the old ghost speaking to him softly.
“They will come back, come back again. As long as the red Earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf of a tree. Do you think He would squander souls?” Y/n repeat with Death softly to herself. Edwin looked over at her, his eyes softer.
“You ever think, what if death did catch us? She’s force us to go to the afterlife and split up.” Her own eyes faltered at the thought. She couldn’t go back. Not to the place. Not to that room. Not to him.
“I will make sure that never happens.” Slowly the blue light faded away. Just as the soldier ghost and death did.
Requests
I am currently taking dead boy detective requests. I take MONTY!!!! Charles, Edwin, crystal, Niko, Jenny, and any other characters you can’t think of. I super bummed about the show’s cancellation but I will be keeping this fandom alive!!!!!!!! I will also be continuing my Monty x reader fic and I’m planing a sleeping beauty au after I finish it.
SCYLLA
A/n: I’m finally done with this chapter, I’m super happy with it. I am announcing that I will be doing a Sleeping beauty AU with this series later after I’ve finished it. I hope you all enjoy!!!
Word Count: 2.348k
Trigger Warning: Religious themes, gore, murder, violence, suicidal thoughts, alcoholism, demons, blood, self hatred, cannibal tendencies in flashbacks, child neglect, ptsd, self neglect, imprisonment, torture, consumption of other demons, more warnings to follow
CHAPTER TWO
“You are a plague on this world.” He slowly circled Y/n, his ruby eyes staring down at her. The girl panted as she held onto her twin daggers.
Her upper cheek was cut, the blackened blood dripped down her. Her body was dripping in sweat. Her shoulders sagged as he continued to attack her.
“You are the famine that has killed hundreds.” His words echoed with each of his blows to her body. She lurched forwards, coughing violently as her knees his the sand.
Her head shook hazily as she knelt in the ground. His large hand cupped her cheek, pulling her face to his.
“You are the death and destruction of this world.” His nails dug into her skin as tears began to streaming down her face.
His eyes bore down at her as she panted. Her face a mess of tears, snot and sweat. “You are the Great Scylla, doom of this world!”
“…. No.”
“No?” His tone mocked her. He mocked her. His pulled her closer, his body bent over so she could see his face.
“Then what are you?” She brought her dagger into his arm and he pulled away. On shaky legs she stood, her face full of tears.
“I’m a witch.” His pale lip curled up as he pull the dagger from his arm. He threw back at great speed. Y/n’s hand flew up, grabbing around the blade of the knife.
It stung as her blood covered the knife. Then again he attacked. Again and again he ask, “What are you.”
Again and again she repeated, “I’m a witch.”
Till she didn’t.
………………………………
Her body shot forward in her bed as her hands flew to her throat. Her nails clawed as her throat as she gasped for air. The dark walls of the room seemed to close in on her as she gasp.
Her nails bit into her skin leaving red lines. Her eyes darted around her room frantically.
“Y/n!”
“What’s wrong!” Both ghost fazed into the room quickly approaching her bed. Charles placed his arm around her as she panted.
Edwin hesitantly placed his hand over hers, pulling them away from her throat. Her neck was red and a few small cuts covered her.
There touch felt strange, like small tickles upon her skin. She couldn’t really feel them but she could in a way. She felt them in her heart and her mind. She breathed out shakily as she tried to calm herself.
“Breathe mate, breathe.” Charles whispered to her softly. Her breathing remained strained as she panted. She laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes glued shut.
“What was it about this time mate?” The tears continued to stream down her face as she sniffled.
“Same old, same old.” She mumbled mindless as she felt Edwin’s thumb against her hand. She didn’t see the look the two boys shared. She didn’t see the way Charles looked down at her. Y/n was an enduring mystery to them.
Sometimes she would speak on tiny things about her life before hell. The two boys could make a list of what they knew about her. In fact Edwin did have a list.
Y/n’s mother was a witch named Melania, and she was raised in a small village outside of Salem called Widows Wailson
Y/n was extremely powerful in blood magic’s and the darker forces
Y/n had been trapped in hell for at least 300 hundred years?
Y/n was neither a sacrifice nor an evil soul, so how she ended up in hell was a mystery
Y/n often spoke of brothers, specifically her youngest brother who they only knew by the alias “little wolf”
Y/n was immortal, she would remain 16 years old for the rest of her existence.
It was an odd list of things that they believed to be true. Y/n had never once mentioned her father, it was safe to assume he didn’t exist to her. The running theory between the boys was that Y/n and her mother had been hunted during the Salem witch trials and that somehow she ended up immortal and in hell.
Much to Edwin’s annoyance it wasn’t a strong theory. Y/n didn’t like to speak about her past. There was so much about Y/n that didn’t add up. Y/n was not dead which was very obvious, but she’d been in hell.
Charles gently rubbed at her back as the lights from outside flickered into her bedroom. Her room was rather cluttered with magical objects, potion ingredients and other strange things.
She was the only one with an actual bedroom. Both boys had their own rooms but no beds. They didn’t have a need for them like Y/n did. It was also nice that Y/n paid for there entire apartment with money they didn’t know how she had.
The window creaked as her red light opened it slightly. The cold breeze drifted into the room. She sighed deeply as she closed her eyes once more. As she laid back down the two lay laid in either side of her.
“Do you guy think who were told we are and who we hope we are two very different things?” The two boys paused unsure how to answer.
“Yes… I do believe who we’re told we are and who we are, are different. Sure sometimes the two images are blurred but at the end of the day we are not what others believe us to be.” Edwin answered softly.
……………………………………
Pizza had to be one of the greatest inventions. As she sat on the edge of Edwin’s desk with an entire box of cheese pizza in her lap she knew the food in this age was much better than anything she’d ever had before.
She happily ate her food as she watched Charles circled Edwin with boxing mits up. His physique wasn’t prime to chasing away hostile ghosts.
“Come on, why are you so stiff? Loosen up. Come on.” Edwin could only groan at Charles words. She happily finished her first slice of pizza as Charles practically danced around.
“Come on, Edwin. I picked this just for you, mate. Boxing's a gentleman's sport, innit?” Edwin rolls, his face full of annoyance.
“When will I have to hit someone? I've been dead since 1916.” Edwin answers snippily. Y/n giggled softly as she waved her hand. The windows cracked open allowing a fresh breeze to enter.
The boys didn’t feel the cold anymore, or extreme amounts of heat. She did though. She stared down at the pizza in her lap, she finished another slice. It was strange to her, to not be so hungry anymore.
Life before was rough, the others in the village didn’t like her and her mother. They wouldn’t always trade crops with her family. She wasn’t used to having such an abundance of food.
It made her feel a little guilty. Her and her mother never had this. Yet now as her mother rotted she had so much.
“Look I've been your best mate for 30 years, so I know you don't like to try new things, but it would make me feel a lot better if one of these decades you did learn to defend yourself.” Charles uttered. Her head snapped up as she watched Edwin attempt to box.
“What am I then? A cockroach?” Edwin hit Charles hands rather gently.
“Noah mate, you’ve done great in being a bodyguard. Gave a good snaking to those wraiths in 07.” Charles laughed. Her head mocking lowered as she ripped a piece of her food off in her mouth.
A loud buzz exhorted through the office. The trio shared a look as Y/n hopped down from the desk. She placed her pizza on a side table or and cleaned her hands.
“New case time boys.”
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“Right, then. I’m Edwin Payne. This is Charles Rowland, and she is Y/n Adrienne. As you no doubt know,we are the Dead Boy Detective Agency.” Edwin told the young blonde girl ghost before them.
Edwin sat in the chair of the desk with Charles and Y/n sat atop the desk on his right and left.
“He’s the brains, I’m the brawn and she our power. Getting things done.” Charles answered with a smile. The young dead Victorian girl furrowed her brows.
“You are the brawn?” She asked suspiciously.
“Yeah. Why’d you say it like that?” Charles asked. Y/n giggled softly at the girl.
“No reason.” She insisted. The trio shared a quick look. The girl named Emma slowly place the picture in the desk.
“I would like you to help my friend Crystal. She’s a psychic you see.” Slowly Y/n reach and took the picture. She slowly handed it to Edwin with a small smile.
“A medium. So she can see me even though I’m a ghost. But lately, something has been odd.” The trio stared at the picture of Crystal. She had curly brown hair, dark eyes and chocolate colored skin. Y/n smiled softly at her picture.
“How do you mean “odd?”” Edwin asked handed the photo back to Y/n. She quickly pocketed it as a feeling of unease got her. Her heart sank into her stomach. Like a stone hitting water it sunk.
She slowly turned her head out the window. It was like she could feel a pair of hatful eyes upon her. The hairs on her skin shot up, her body itched to move.
“Y/n are you listening.” She turned her gaze to Edwin quickly.
“Course I am.” She uttered softly. She hadn’t noticed that she’d moved from the desk. She shuffled, leaning against Edwin’s chair.
“Yes, well we need to discuss payment. We sometimes do pro bone work but in this instance,” Edwin’s words were cute off by Emma.
“Oh, but I'm just a young child trying desperately to help my new friend. How ever will I afford it?” Y/n laughed loudly at the girl as she leaned further into Edwin’s chair. Charles smirked softly as he stood to Edwin’s right. Edwin waved his hand slightly.
“Emma Your hairstyle and Victorian coin purse point to your death in the late 1800s. Meaning you're older than us, supernaturally speaking.” Y/n turned her head slightly.
Something was eating at her. There were eyes upon her. From every angle she could feel them. She did not like it.
“You've had plenty of time to learn how to exist as a ghost. You also have a knowledge of the arcane, as demonstrated
by the glowing magical squid as a pet. So...” Y/n turns her attention back to them again. Charles looked at her, his eyes having a hint of confusion.
“I suspect you have the means to pay.” Charles smiled widened at Edwin’s words.
“Next time you want to pull the helpless child act, maybe leave the magic squid at home, love.” Y/n said with a small smile, her sharp canines showing slightly.
“Fine, you twats. How much?” Emma asked. The trio exchanged smirks.
The dead boy and witch detectives had a new case.
…………………..
Y/n held into the bars as the train began to move again. She’d pulled most of her hair back and out of her face. Demons were messy, not easily subdued.
It was just her lucky demons seemed to be a special skill set of hers.
Charles and Edwin moved first. Grasping onto Crystal and drawing the rune. Y/n knelt by Edwin’s side as he finished the rune and Charles’s was sent flying.
She knelt on the ground as Crystal stuck to the floor growling. Red started to encase the struggling girl as Y/n moved her hands slightly. Slowly her eyes shifted into the color of blood as the train began to spin.
Y/n’s feet remained firmly planted on the ground as the boys fell and spun around. From the hole on the trian fell out ugly stinky wet fish. Y/m scrunched her face in disgust at the smell.
“The fish are washing away the runes!” Edwin yelled. With a wave of her hand the fish went flying away, hitting the windows as while flowers. Charles wu ily threw the white blanket with the runes drawn into it into Crystal.
As the train began to shift again Y/n held both boys in the air. Her magic encase them in a warm embrace, like a tight hug of red. She slowly lowered them next to her side with a small smile on her face.
As they all knelt down the blanket shot up, running out of the train. Crystal’s body shot up, fear and confusion laced in her face.
“It’s okay. It’s all right now, innit.” Charles said attempting to calm her.
“Your names Crystal right.” Y/n asked gently. She moved closer to the trembling girl helping her sit up properly. Demon possessions were always traumatic, in many ways.
“Yeah. Crystal Palace,” She paused at a loss for words. “Something… there’s uh… theres more to my name.” She stuttered. Y/n held onto her shoulders gently as she tried to speak. Her words would not form coherently.
“Oh, my god. Why can’t I remember?” She gasped leaning forwards as if to throw up.
“Probably a temporary side effect of the demonic possession. It will pass.” Edwin said softly. Y/n shock her head softly, most demon possessions didn’t result in a loss of memories. Sure the memories could become foggy but not truly lost.
Upon seeing the look on Y/n’s face Charles perked up, “You can stay at ours for a few days, until things come back to you.” Edwin cast Charles a sharp look.
“Usually not part of our services. We're the Dead Boy and Witch Detectives. We rescued you. You’re welcome.” Edwin said with a slight nod. Y/n softly rubbed her hands against Crystal’s arms.
“The Dead Boy and Witch Detectives?” She whispered faintly.
“It's aces, right? We're ghosts, she’s a witch and we solve mysteries.” Charles answered.
Crystal nodded, her face looking sickly.
“Oh, yeah. Ghosts. Witch. Got it. It's just a stupid fucking name.” The trio shared a sharp look. Y/n frowned, she thought the name was kinda clever.