’Heh, I’m definitely downloading a new game. And, no it’s not a problem to love true art.’ Someone should probably stop him before he ends up becoming too sucked into the thrill and adrenaline that comes from great scares.
Now, being an avid horror fan, Spencer’s heard of all sorts of weird things. Things like doll possessing ghosts, or ghosts in fields. Of course, he’s never really seen any of it happen. But that’s not to say he might secretly have been hoping to see any of the stuff paranormal activities.
So of course, when he noticed the slightest twitch in white hair, he was immediately intrigued in fact he was drawn to it. No ordinary hair does that!
’Yo, dude, that was totallysick!’ His voice was filled with nothing but excitement. He only hoped that she knew he was using slang, of course. It was far from disgusting, it was absolutely amazing. ’You’d do amazing in one of my movies! Say, how’d you do that anyways?’
’I mean– not that you can well, see or hear me, but you dropped this. I’d be cool if you could see or hear me, though.’ The spirit lifted up a pencil case. Which, probably wasn’t that important, but he’d always would’ve enjoyed people looking out for him. Though…it’s probably looking just like a floating pencil case at this point.
“ Whoa there brotein shake— when did this convo break into degrassi?!” He snorted before nudging his shoulder a cue for him to change the subject.
’Man, degrassi was so two years ago.’ Though, he took it upon himself to change the subject anyways and not get get too carried away. Right. Oops, he really needed to apologize to Billy later for his hormonal outburst. Well…it could’ve been worse, but he’s not gonna focus on that. ’Anywho, dude, I think I totalled my arm in my sleep. It’s all whack, and not the good whack either.’ And there is his shoddy attempt at changing the subject.
’You know, I always thought people using others as a way to cope with how lame the world is also kinda… lamesauce. People have feelings, so it seems kinda rude to ignore them just so you can feel better about yourself. Don’t make people into something other than humans, they’re not your lil playthings or toolboxes.’
” Yeah let’s not talk about the parties I threw when I was living.”
Stuff he did was probably hell worthy.
’Really Billy?’ Cue very obvious disappointment as he sighs rather heavily at the other’s remark. Famous or not, sometimes he wished Billy Joe Cobra was not his ghost though he’d admit he’d get lonely without him. ’Well, I don’t think Satan or God or…whoever decides where you go, would really count your parties as a crime against humanity.’
He doesn’t really know what to say. He’s probably just gonna watch the class from halfway through the white– board. Yep, seems like a reasonable plan. After all, he’s not well known so it’ll be kind of confusing if someone was able to see him.
“ Yeah but what if he tries to take me to hell—?!”
You know he really could go either way when he passes over.
’Well…according to the bible, you shouldn’t be sent to hell unless you’ve done something completely unforgi– vable.’ There’s a quick pause, as though he’s trying to think back. It’s…kinda been a while since he read the book, but still. ’Do you really think you’ve done some– thing completelyunforgivable?’
“ Just because it has a kid in it doesn’t mean it’s a kid movie.”
Shit was too real for him in that movie.
’Billy, calm boy. None of it’s real. ‘Sides, if there really was a spawn of Satan, I highly doubt he’d be coming after you. Y'know, you being dead and all that jazz.’ Oh Cobra, if only you knew how weak you were.
