a lost daughter is just called lost.

lines pulled from the first four episodes of paramount's school spirits. feel free to adjust pronouns and wording as needed.

“They found a bunch of blood smeared all over the janitor’s closet.”

“Did you sleep?”

“At least they used a nice photo of you.”

“If you ask me, what’s really missing here is a little tact.”

“If you’re looking for it to make sense, you can stop; it’s not going to.”

“Look at me. I’m right here.”

“Come on, there’s some people I think you should meet.”

“If you hate it, I’ll never bother you about it again.”

“It takes a lot of courage to be here.”

“You’re late as well, and a degenerate.”

“You’re not coming back, though, are you?”

“You are not very good at first impressions.”

“I’m just trying to prepare you for the fact that you might not like the answers for all your questions.”

“I knew it. I fucking knew it.”

“Why are you doing this? Going to the worst case scenario?”

“Maybe you’re all fine just accepting this, but I’m not.”

“You’re not in some haunted house.”

“I’m not sure I’m seeing right now.”

“I have a million questions.”

“I hate nature. Mosquitos think I’m like a food truck.”

“Oh, okay, I’m entitled because I like anything filled with jelly?”

“You here late today or early for tomorrow?”

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but you’re gonna have to trust me?”

“People can surprise you.”

“You don’t want ‘teasing the dead’ on your resume.”

“Are you shushing me?”

“If you need to talk, talk to me. No one else.”

“Don’t ask me to explain that.”

“Can I just get some caffeine first? I slept like twenty minutes last night.”

“It’s all a big show.”

“I try not to disappoint.”

“Has somebody’s plot thickened? Do tell.”

“Man, I forgot how high up this was.”

“I’m gonna find more shit for us to break!”

“I don’t think the shit people are saying about me is gonna stop for a long time.”

“You were right to call me.”

“Okay, I’m not sure how to board that, but…”

all lines are pulled from episodes 2x01 to 2x04 of paramount's school spirits. feel free to adjust wording/pronouns as needed.

“I couldn’t stop it.”

“It was super intense, and honestly pretty hot.”

“I get it, this is nuts.”

“There’s your freaking proof!”

“Who knew stalking someone could be so dull?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Don’t listen to anything that guy says.”

“If I didn’t have a low sense of self-worth before, I definitely do now.”

“Do we have to pray for you, too?”

“Of course I still care.”

“We all gotta push against the darkness any way we can.”

“The mysteries of death compound themselves.”

“Why are you nodding? You had a concussion, dude, not a lobotomy.”

“I thought it’d be harder to say no if I was standing here.”

“Please tell me you’re not buying this.”

“Don’t do this alone.”

“I mean, who the hell am I to judge, right?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“That’s upsetting.”

“It’s not exactly The Ritz in there.”

“Where were you last night?”

“At least tell me if he’s cute.”

“Don’t eat that, I know you don’t like it.”

“I’ve been a bit a mess all morning.”

“Missed you last night.”

“I thought you’d at least stop by.”

“You’re already dead, you know? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Take something sharp.”

“It’s a trust exercise, you’re supposed to trust me.”

“Honestly, I shouldn’t be that surprised.”

“You just take as much time as you need, okay?”

“You’re not the only one with trust issues.”

“I’m trying to help you.”

“So comparatively speaking, this is nothing.”

THE SUDDEN REALIZATION is the result of buildup over time, a gnawing suspicion and continued notice of something feeling off, but he hardly even planned on finding that answer now. Michael stumbled into it, entirely unprepared for what he saw. Headlines and old photographs— she was younger, but unmistakably Ollie, next to a boy with his name and a striking resemblance... almost. Now, he stands before her with everything he thought he knew yet again in shambles. How many times? How many choices made, feelings that were not his own flooding through his head to follow her subtle pushes? All the confusing things she has said to him left without answers click into place now.

Maybe he should have expected this, staying close to vampires. He wishes the horror of her abilities is what hurt the most. Instead, the thought that none of their connection was ever about him makes Michael feel sick.

"You don't know?" Michael repeats with downturned brows and stiff shoulders, angry and guarded. His eyes don't hide as well, hurt pictured in the sheen over them. "This doesn't just happen on accident, Ollie! It's not about what happened before, you kept doing it!" A nudge to save his life, he could understand ( even be grateful for ), but this? "You— you made me do things, feel things— I knew something wasn't right, and you still... you did it even after you knew me. I'm not him, and I'm never gonna be him. You just wanted me to..." His voice trails off, breathing hard. "Was anything ever even real?"

"I don't know," she repeats, moving her hands away from her forehead and gesturing vaguely, as if that will somehow prove she's telling the truth. "No, it wasn't an accident, but it just happened so quickly, and everything was just...blurring together, and it just...I didn't mean for..." Does it matter what she meant to have happen? She still did it, and it's less about the fact that she meant to have anything happen and more that she hadn't thought about what she was doing at all. "I'm sorry, Michael, I...I don't know what to say, I'm sorry." Though, as she says it, the hazy memory of breaking into his room one night thinking it was her brother, trying to apologize for leaving him.

Looking at Michael now, she can see the differences she hadn't fully noticed before, though the similarities still tug at her. It only enhances the confusion and panic she's feeling now.

all lines are pulled from episodes 3x01-3x04 of paramount's school spirits. feel free to adjust wording and pronouns as needed.

“Are you dead?”

“Do not tell me what we ‘need’ to do.”

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Did he die?”

“Do you believe me now?”

“I’m feeling a lot of things.”

“You can’t leave just yet.”

“They said we’re too codependent and they are ‘not interested in our drama’.”

“Yeah, that was your first mistake.”

“Yeah, I know you don’t believe that, and you know you don’t believe that.”

“Since when did looking for a logical explanation become the crazy take?”

“Is it safe?”

“God, this place is a constant lesson in futility.”

“Maybe he’s on to something.”

“Who needs ribs, anyway?”

“I can’t let you in there.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I’d recognize that post-ironic glitter gel pen anywhere.”

“For once, not knowing doesn’t feel like a reason to stay.”

“Is this a TikTok thing?”

“I wish I could hold you.”

“I’m sorry, that was corny.”

“I know what I saw.”

“How could you not mention this?”

“If everyone presented themselves as who they really are, would we ever trust anyone?”

“You’re like, the toughest person I’ve ever met.”

“In spite of how it might feel, this is a safe space.”

“We got you the first 300 times.”

“This conversation isn’t over.”

“It feels like you’ve been avoiding me.”

“You said we could talk later. Is now later enough?”

“Nobody wants to be stuck here with you forever.”

“You have no idea what you could be messing with.”

“Maybe sometimes bad things just happen.”

“Don’t let anyone trick you into thinking that you don’t get a say.”

“Do you want me to stay here? I’ll crash on the couch, or the front porch—anywhere that’s level, really.”

“That’s a felony!”

“Please, keep your voice down.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to escape from things.”

“You’re not as stupid as you look.”

“You’re spending too much time together.”

“How about a little hustle, sport?”