Request: Can you write where Shanilla has a gift to see and hear ghosts and helps them to cross over, but then she meets Billy who just died and is very confused about being a ghost.


"So," Shanilla decided to start the session, reclining in her comfy chair while her ghostly patient floated a few inches above the nearby couch. Her parents had been thrilled when she'd gone into the field of psychology. But, as it was to be expected, they were much less thrilled when they discovered the reasoning for it. After all, it's not exactly something you can brag about at the dinner table with distinguished guests for foreign affairs. "Have you met my daughter? She's an ecto-psycologist!" the thought alone was enough to bring a chuckle to mind, but Shanilla held her tongue. Now was certainly not the time. "You're the ghost of late pop-star, Billy Joe Cobra, is that correct?" She questioned deciding to start simple. Some ghosts, she'd found, didn't remember who they had been before they died. Memories of a rather annoying man, affectionately refereed to as "the box ghost" came to mind but were brushed aside at her current patient's reply.

"Uh, yeah. Didn't you hear me say that already?" Billy answered with a visible pouting scowl directed at her.

"Just covering the basics Mr. Cobra."

"Eww!" Billy spat his newly given title and stuck his tongue out dramatically. "That's not even CLOSE to cool, brojane. Call me Billy. Or BJC. Heck, the Cobra even! But definitely not that!"

Shanilla gave a soft hum and made a few notes on her pad. "Is that because it was a title preferred by your father figure or legal guardian?"

Billy's brow rose a bit confused as he reclined in the air above the couch. "Uh… No. It just sounds gross. Real lamesauce. I mean really! Who wants to be called "Mr. Cobra? Not me that's for sure." The ex-popstar was certain to punctuate his statements with dramatic arm flailing and gestures, one of his many quirks that Shanilla was sure to discover if their sessions continued. "Besides, every Cobrahead worth their salt would know BJC is just my stage name."

The scribbling pencil stilled in Shanilla's hand. "Oh? Is that so? I suppose I won't count myself as a Cobrahead then. What would your real name be then?" She pried casually, pencil at the ready.

Instead of simply telling her, Billy stretched his arm to the bookshelf on the opposite side of the room and pulled down a large encyclopedia, dropping it in her lap a split second later with a curt "Educate yourself."

Shanilla's expression pinched into a thoughtful frown before deciding to flip through the book. Another question escaping her lips as she did so. Just because she was looking through the encyclopedia didn't mean Billy could get off questions free. They only had half an hour to find out if he even needed these sessions or not after all. "So, when did you become aware of the fact that you were dead?"