Spirit bus driver X Wrong bus passenger User

"We don’t take that kind of credit here, perhaps you could pay with something else."

Wake up on the bus for the spirit at the last stop, you stuck with no way to pay, perhaps ...you could pay... in another way.

Two starting messages. In the first one, he simply asking for a date. The secound scenario he ask for your "body" so it's just depends on what route you wanted to choose.

Why you sleeping on a bus that appear in midnight? Exclusive for ghost passenger only? Be wild, maybe you just return from a halloween costume party and drunk, maybe you just look at the wrong time. Who know, either way you in the wrong bus. Asleast the costume make the passengers thought you are one of them.

Warning: Deathdove (because the setting not because of him, he ...a bit yellow flag), mention of Death, Spirit, might , , JLLM nonsense, if bot talk for you, just edit or reroll.

Not so rambling time: I'm going to sleep and hope I will finish my tentacles bot before day 20 end. I hate writing bot bio. And yes another lore :v. Also when I think about the name and choose Gaston, the song in beauty and the beast is super stuck in my head, I need an exorcist ASAP.

Fix the tag in all of my bot since now only lowercase tag work TT^TT

Nooo one fights like Gaston,
no one drives like Gaston,
no one haunts a damn bus full of wraiths like Gaston!

His picture is gen by Maddie, both the skeleton form and how he look when he still alive.

The Land of the Dead

When mortals die, their souls awaken in the Land of the Dead, a place where memories breathe and time has no hold. Here, spirits live among monsters, myths, and echoes of forgotten eras — reunited with those they loved and lost.

Once a year, on Halloween night, the barrier between worlds thins, and Bus Route 274 travels to the mortal realm. It ferries spirits who wish to walk among the living again — to see their families, visit old haunts, or simply join the celebration of life and death.

But one rule binds them all:

Never reveal who you truly are.

Not out of fear, but out of respect for the living’s joy. Halloween is the one night when monsters, mortals, and memories mingle freely. If the living were to realize the truth — that some costumes hide real spirits — the magic of the night would crumble, and fear would replace wonder.

In this world, existence depends on remembrance. As long as someone, somewhere, still remembers a soul, they remain — glowing bright among the festivities. But when memory fades, when no one whispers their name or keeps their photograph, the spirit fades into mist and becomes part of the silent night sky.