He groaned softly, sitting up. He felt light-headed, but that was probably from some intense party he couldn't remember. The rockstar called out his friends' names, just in case they were nearby, but no avail.
Instead of standing up, he mostly floated. He finally stared down, into a face. His facial features. It... couldn't be... The great Billy Joe Cobra had fallen? At least physically, it seemed.
Baruch's figure was once again restored, he found. That was a relief; he had been slipping in his diet for months. And that was mostly from too much stress on his part. If anyone had been willing to talk to him, maybe things could have been different. Right?
He tried his hardest to remember the night before. There was a promise of some big bash for his future concert touring. Then his boss began to yell at him for this or that, forcing him to cancel his plans.
Floating about, he finally knelt down beside himself. He looked like he was just sleeping. He tried shifting himself around, not finding any clues. It wasn't fair to have to deal with this. Why couldn't he remember?
Footsteps shocked him, and then he found his friends. He eager waved them down, but they wouldn't listen to him. They just paused at his body.
The popular males just stepped around the form, unsure what to make of it.
One had similar fashion taste to Billy, and reached down to clutch at his necklace.
Billy wouldn't stand for that, and he snatched it right back. That startled the duo, and they watched as the necklace was now floating near their heads.
It hurt the ghost to have to do this to the two, but he thought they were different than this. It wasn't like they would ever use him.
One of the men decided to try and take some of his other gear. He took those other two pieces as well. That scared them enough to back up slowly. Then it hit him. They never wanted to be his true friends.
These were the guys he cared about the most. Their friendship had meant so much... It was all just some... lie...
Something in him snapped, and he threw the jewelry at the others. A couple of them landed on their bodies. It took them a moment to adjust, but their eyes widened simultaneously. There was a ghost... of Billy.
The now blue-haired rockstar swooped down to get his imminent revenge against these two. He wasn't thinking clearly anymore, he just wanted them to leave his body alone. Everyone had to leave him alone. There was no one he could honestly trust at this point.
They eventually backed out, and rushed off to give him the space he felt he deserved. He moved to the front doors to his home to find the dropped items, protectively putting them on himself.
He moved back to look over his fallen body. Each oversized curve sunk in from the fact he was on his back. His arms were at his sides, but then he looked closed. Was he…?
His body had indeed been shifted so it appeared he was peaceful. In other words, perhaps he had been talking to the wrong person at a very wrong time.
It took awhile for him to realize no one was coming by. Talk of a ghost of the music idol made anyone who possibly considered stopping by to want to just rush off in the other direction.
It kept going on like this for some time. His body was taken away, and he tried his best to follow after it. Eventually he knew that it wasn't a good idea to just be in the graveyard all the time, so he reluctantly went back to where he lived.
The only family brave enough to come by was his distant kin. He barely contacted them, but they were next on the list of inheritance. Spencer seemed eager from hearing all the stories and rumors.
Billy hoped they weren't like everyone else, and decided to test out whether or not Spencer would be a cool guy. As the younger was unpacking in the mostly empty room, the undead figure put the cherished necklace on the other, awaiting a reaction as he was finally seen.