You know, I just realized I have no life- DAMN EMBER AND HER FREAKING EARWORM OF A THEME SONG!
Some people are vain. Amber Mclain was NOT one of that group when she was alive, and she'd be damned if she was considered that way now. Despite what people thought, the song she was famous for was NOT written by her- it was written by, of all people, Skulker. Ember smirked as she remembered how the song was written.
It was years earlier, only a couple of months after they'd died, and the two were happy enough- of course, they fought with other ghosts for territory, but it usually went fairly well for them.
Then, one ghost managed to score a rather nasty blast into the back of her head. Skulker was so terrified that she wouldn't make it he actually started using her real name. She groaned as she regained consciousness, and Skulker breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ember, are you ok?" he asked, receiving a look of confusion.
"Who are you, dipstick?"
A few weeks passed- Ember had left Skulker in the cold because she didn't remember him, or anyone in general. But something called in her soul- she could still play the guitar just like ringing a bell. Skulker, being, you know, Skulker, wouldn't leave her completely alone- she didn't see him more than a few times, but those weren't accidents. Skulker had refused to give her his name- she would remember in time.
But after a year of her still not knowing him, Skulker got desperate. Floating around, he came to a large library. He entered, for he knew the owner.
"Ah, Walton!" the Ghostwriter said as he let Skulker into the library. "I heard about dear Amber. I'm afraid I don't have anything on reversal of ghostly amnesia though…"
"I'm not here for that, Charley. I just need your help to write something to make her remember my name. Jolt her memory maybe…?"
"You know, that might work! Let's see, what does she know about you, currently?"
"Nothing, I wanted her to remember my name on her own. That's all, just to know she knows something about me- I can ease her into the rest, I think."
Ghostwriter began humming a tune, and inspiration struck Skulker as he listened to the tune. He wrote the song as it came, and with a bit of spell check, Skulker's song was typed up and safely held in his fist as he flew to Ember's door. He snuck in- easy enough as, just like in life, she never locked her door.
Ember got back from a ghostly gig to find the song and a note.
Ember;
I wrote this for you, and I'd be honored if you sung it at your next concert. If you don't remember me after that, I'll leave you alone and never bother you again.
-Dipstick
Ember wanted nothing more than to burn the lyrics, but she read them and tears came to her eyes as she read them. Whoever her stalker was, he certainly cared for her. So she played the notes, got aq feel for it, and as she sang the lyrics…
Ember stood in front of the ghostly crowd. She knew stalker-boy was out there somewhere, and she smiled as she spoke into the mic.
"HELLO, GHOSTS! I'm sure you've all heard of me, but I need some help. What's my name?"
The crowd began to chant "Ember, Ember!" And her hair flared up as they did.
"Thank you, thank you! This first song is something new that was a gift, honestly. I'd like to dedicate this one to my dipstick stalker- boy. This one's for you, Walton!"
And after the song ended, she leapt into the crowd and raced through the parting of fans into Skulker's waiting arms. The two lovers spun around for a second before passionately kissing, and from that day on, they never forgot again. And Ember knew she never would.