Request: Basically, Reader knew Billy before death, and meets him as a ghost.
it was a very long request over all. I did what I could with it XD CONGRATS! YOU'RE A MURDERER!
"Oh sweet! Snacks are here!" Billy cheered as you entered the room a brown paper sack in your arms filled with all kinds of game time goodies. It had been your turn to get the snacks, and you think you did a pretty good job picking them. Billy barely waits for you to hand him the bag before tearing into it, his hand coming out a moment later clutching a plastic jar of a common brown goop. "What's this stuff, Bromeo?" He asked curiosity burning, the young man practically bouncing in his seat at the idea of something new.
You give him a skeptical look and tell him what it is. Seriously, how did he not know what peanut butter was? "Peanut butter huh? Never tried it!" Pausing the game, which was pointless now since his character had already been killed twice while he was distracted, he ditched his controller to open the jar.
You take the seat next to him and pick up your own controller, content to let him stuff his face while you take your turn playing.
"Dude! This stuff is amazing!" You hear Billy proclaim as he continues stuffing finger-fulls of the glop into his mouth. You laugh at his ridiculousness and mention that there was a spoon in the bag, but he ignores you.
It wasn't very noticeable at first, especially since you were so invested in the game you were playing, but it didn't take long for the game to go forgotten. Billy had started choking and gasping for air. Your head snapped to look at him to notice his face was swelling. Because you're panicking it takes you a while to put two and two together and call 911. By the time the ambulance arrives and takes him away you fear the worst. He had turned blue during the six minute wait. You knew he couldn't breathe, but you didn't know what to do about it…
The press released a rather tight-lipped statement the next morning. Billy Joe Cobra was no more. You felt so terrible about it all. He had been your best friend and you had killed him with a simple snack run. No one blamed you for it…Billy had never had peanut butter before. No one could have guessed such a strong allergic reaction would have happened to the immortal pop star… But you still blamed yourself.
Despite your guilty conscience, you feel it's only right to go to his funeral, and arrive wearing one of the only things he had given you while you were friends. A simple black watch. It had been Billy's to begin with but he claimed it was too bland and let you have it. Now it's your only reminder of him. His home and all other worldly possessions had been given to some distant relatives and you knew you wouldn't be going back to the place where you killed your friend.
As you enter the viewing room of the casket your mouth goes dry. Something is there… At the front of the room you see it. A semi-transparent blue figure, looking creepily like Billy. The Billy-thing is trying to get the mourners attention but no one is paying him any mind. he looks like he's getting upset about this and you swallow nervously. Perhaps it was Billy's ghost come back to seek revenge on you for killing him! Nearing panic mode once again in such a short week, you try to make a break for it but crash into another mourner causing quite a commotion.
"BROZAI!" The ghost of Billy Joe Cobra shouts out at seeing you. You turn to look terrified just in time to see it fly right up next to you. "Got any more of that peanut butter?" it asks grinning wide.
You scream.