Float

/ Tili-Tili-Bom /

As a poltergeist, it was very bad for Bambam to have emotions. He was unique, as he was different than most poltergeists. If he was happy, excited, or various joyful emotions things fly around gently, but even so, it was still a danger. When he was in a down mood, he seemed to glow blue, and it affected everyone. Poltergeists were actually quite rare, due to the population being cut down, other species hating them for their emotions affects. [Not like he could help it]. Very much so, he still decided that growing up,  until now, at twenty, emotions are bad. Sometimes, he struggled, but of course, who wouldn't? Due to being born as a poltergeist not died then return, he held human attributes, such as his human form, ability to feel pain, and being able to function like a regular person. But his poltergeist genetics overpowered his human genes, leaving him left the abilities to float, his emotions, controlling objects, being invisible like most ghosts, and being able to turn into thin air, only to be a swish of freezing cold air when he passed by, or through someone. The feeling of the poltergeist wasn't the best, it left you shivering, cold, and disturbed. Even so, once again, it's not like the poor boy could help it. He was constantly called out on between humans and other creatures. Very few people believed in the proper care or treatment towards poltergeist, but any other ghost was oddly safe to float around and do whatever. But no, not Bambam. He was a kid at heart, and the loss of emotions, brought on harder sensations of them, when he was furious or excited. The poor boy had to hide himself away, not being allowed to do much due to the fear of others. He didn't want to end up like the rest. So he'd adventure around the woods whenever he could, normally floating house to house to annoy people. He didn't have a home, but the adventures he took [due to his childish side] lead him to a in-amazing-shape, unused mansion. That became his home, that's where he'd be free to have emotions and do whatever.

    Today was a particularly bad day for him. He had tried to go buy food for himself, but was stopped and picked on harshly by a group of werewolves and a witch or two. He hated it, and today he couldn't tell what he felt, so he got away as fast as he could, ignoring the pain from their repeated kicks, punches, or insulting words. Was he stressed? Or depressed? Maybe so far angry? He didn't know, and for the first time in weeks, he needed to go to his special place. The mansion. Without hesitation, that's where he ended up, wide eyed, full of confusion, outside the house. There was a light on, not just on one window, damn near all of them! He knew he wouldn't leave lights on, so who could've done it? Being highly cautious, he carefully floated inside the house, freezing at the sound of talking. More than one person— definitely a group of men. Who could it be, the boy wondered? The scared emotion coming from inside him, anxiety unpleasantly settling in his stomach, may have caused a lightbulb to shatter and every other lightbulb in the room to follow suit. He cursed himself quietly, hearing the men freak, and run from different rooms into the main entrance, half room, half entrance. He was frozen- they were coming to him! He panicked, not being able to react in time, he saw six boys in front of him. He was a pale, so very pale, shade of blue. He truly looked sick, scaring the six boys. Bambam couldn't read their emotions— one too many. He went to speak, but the panic in him caused him to shrink down into thin air, becoming that gust of cold wind, hiding up on one of the chandlers in the room. A man, not very tall, but definitely looked strong enough had seemed pissed, Bambam knew that. "Come out here! You, you freak! Better fix these lights you damn poltergeist!" Bambam didn't mean it, he just got overwhelmed. The poltergeist also didn't enjoy being yelled it, brought back some unwanted memories. It also scared him, the loud booming voice. He indeed counted six men; guessing the one who yelled was the werewolf, there was a vampire (the red eyes),  pixie? Fairy? (The wings), and a mermaid, the skin and the way he looked was a given. He couldn't tell what the other two were, seemed non-human, but he didn't know what. He was so in thought, scared-ness taking over his kind, didn't notice the shaking chandelier or maybe the floating of a few common household items, or maybe the picture frames falling down, a few shattering. He was so so scared— he didn't notice the amount of energy he was using. The couch began to move, shaking to follow his body's own. It all stopped. The boys weren't freaking out. But Bambam, he was, nothing never just stopped, until he converted back to his human styled form[no longer a gust of air]- only a few seconds later, passing out. The mans uneven weight on the chandelier caused it to lean in one direction— the men panicked. He was falling. Falling! The vampire he counted to be, was quick enough to catch him, and gently laid him down on the very couch that was moving, but now exactly in it's spot. The boy hadn't passed out, only collapsed. Even so, he was shaking like a leaf, afraid as smaller tiny tiny objects like pencils or the random chapstick began to float. The mermaid had rushed to the boy, studying him. He knew he was afraid, and not some ghost playing tricks. "Hey, hey? Listen to me, it's alright. I need you to calm down, okay? I'm Mark, can you tell me your name?" Even so, none of the boys have been alive for generations, except the vampire. He understood why the boy was afraid, he totally understand. He took the boys side, slowly grabbing his hand, rubbing his back. [even though he was cold, but hey, he's bound to be] The vampire introduced himself, "Im Jaebum. Look, there's no need to be afraid. They aren't aware of why you hold such fear, besides maybe Jinyoung, our witch and Jackson, our werewolf. I need you to listen, okay? You gotta calm down." Bambam studied the man. Bambam decided he liked him. He looked solid, handsome, but protective. What he yearned for. With no second thought, he soften his features, and held the mans hand tighter. Everything has slowly stopped floating, and Bambam seemed to calm down a bit. "How about I let you sleep in my bed? No worries, it's an actual bed, I was forced into getting it, but I don't tend to use it much." [He is a vampire after all] but Jaebum still offered. Jaebum studied the boy, seeing how he was definitely Thai, the adorable pink hair, purple at the roots, and his eyes. Oh–his eyes. There was so much, so much. It said everything. He noticed the boy nod, everyone else stepped out the way of the couch, Jaebum lifting the boy, startled how light he was, even for a poltergeist. At the edge of the staircase, Jaebum turned to the rest, mostly to glare at Jackson, but not heading upstairs before saying "treat him right."