Randy tried not to seem too suprised at this. He had, after all, known about the ghost of the lrock star for a while, and it made sense, seeing how Spencer had a 'Cousin' named Billy, and often assosciated

himself with the being. And yet, it was shocking to him. He still didn't fully trust him, but, when Spencer looked up, his face flustered and emotional, Randy couldn't help but feel sypmathetic for him. He hadn't ever seen anyone as worked up and concerned before.

"I got mad about the pendant, because that was the only way I could see or hear him. I panicked, because if you could hear him, and I couldn't, well...you may have been with the people who are trying to take him."

"Take him?"

Spencer nodded and buried his face in his knees again. He tried not to think of Billy, who was probably consumed with fear. He felt terrible, not having noticed he wasn't wearing the pendant. Not to mention

having ignored him for goodness knows how long. But it was only then when a strange realization struck him.

"...wait...how were you able to hear him in the first place?"

Randy froze, looking around nervously. "I-I don't know, probably just...just a crazy coincidence!...Right?"

Randy tugged at his arm, and tried to seem normal. It itched, but he dared not pull at it. Spencer frowned and grabbed his wrist, pulling down the sleeve. On his wrist was a little bracelet with a heart locket.

"I can explain!"

"What's that?"

Spencer asked, trying to sound as threatening as someone like him could. Randy shook his head. He tore off the bracelet and shoved it in his pocket. Standing up, Randy slowly began to walk away with a fake sort of grin pasted onto his face. He kept walking this way until he was sure Spencer couldn't see him any longer. When he was sure of this, he began running towards his house.

Meanwhile, with Billy, things were becoming a tad too...real for him. Trapped inside a small tube, Billy wiggled about, attempting to get free. The tube swerved from side to side, but, alas, it did nothing to help him in his current situation. Billy tried his hardest not to tear up.

"S-Spence?"

Billy called out, in a weak, quivering voice? Nothing. As what he presumed to be a truck rolled down the road, Billy began to think about the terrors that awaited him.

"Me and my bro, we were so tight.

Till that day when we got in that fight.

Now here I am, trapped in a jar,

being hauled away, in a dingy old car.

But still I hold fast, what if he comes?

Then I remember just what I've done..."

Billy didn't have the heart to finish the verse. Nor did he have the heart to call out for his friend any longer. Instead, Billy merely sat in silence, crammed inside the small glass jar. Occassionally, he would press his fingers or nose against it, and look out into the single open, but barred window, at what he thought to be his last glimmer of light. After what seemed like eternity, the car came to a halt. Billy froze, petrified at whatever was going on. An ugly, but large man opened the door, and with a set of prongs, carefully lifted the ghost out, jar and all. Billy looked around, panicking. Where was he? What were these people going to do to him? Who were these people? Billy tried his hardest not to look scared, but, he had to admit, he was afraid. Suddenly, they came to a large , metal door. Billy looked at it, sizing it up, before watching wide-eyed as it opened. From it, a man with a rather odd looking mustache, followed by a man in...purple? Billy raised an eyebrow to this questionable fashion statement.

"Okay, really. What's going on here? Is this like, a joke?"

The man with the mustache laughed.

"Oh, I can assure you this isn't a joke."

"...well, I wish it was. I haven't seen so much purple since I went to see the queen of England."

Billy replied, directing the snide comment towards the man in purple.

"But seriously. What's going on?"

The man in the mustache laughed again.

"I, of course, am the great Hannibal McFist."

Diverting his eyes towards the man in purple, he coughed and looked back at Billy.

"And that's my assistant, Viceroy."

Immedietlly, Viceroy looked up from his clipboard, spotting Billy. He squealed, and grabbed the jar.

"I can not believe it! The famous Billy Joe Cobra! As my lab rat!"

One of the ugly men grabbed the jar away from Viceroy at McFist's command. Billy laughed nervously, scooting deeper into the jar.

"L-Lab rat?"

"Of course! You get to be the first to be the product of my latest invention!"

Billy was taken into the room, where a large machine stood. Billy shook his head as best he could from inside the jar. Finally, when they were close enough to it, Billy went into a full state of panic. He moved around, shaking the jar violently, smashing his face against the glass and yelling.

"NO! NO! SPENCER! BRO! COME AND GET ME OUT OF HERE! SPEEEEEENCEEEER!"

Billy yelled at the top of his lungs, but his cries and pleas for help went unheard. The jar was inserted into a slot, Billy inside it. Billy stopped yelling and moving. He looked around, eyes watering.

"W-What are you gonna do to me?"

He asked, voice hoarse and raspy.

"Turn you into a monstrious creature, capable of taking over the world."

Billy, having just given up, sighed. He looked up at Viceroy with pleading eyes.

"Fine...but, can I just sing one last verse?"

Viceroy hesitated, hand hovering above the lever. He looked to McFist, who rolled his eyes and nodded in approval.

"Fine. But make it quick!"

Billy clutched his fists into a ball, preparing to sing what he thought to be his last cry of hope to Spencer.

"...but, I'll be back, and just like that,

we'll be best bros again..."

Viceroy pulled the lever as soon as Billy had uttered his last musical note. There was a large, green and red light, a loud siren, and then...nothing. Within seconds, steam covered the room like a ghostly fog. Coughing, McFist ran to the machine, and grabbed the jar. He held it up and laughed triumphantly.

"HA! Now, to see the resul-"

Grinning with satysfaction, he grabbed the lid and began to pry it off. But, as soon as he had opened it, a violet light flashed by him. Suprised, McFist dropped the jar. The glass shattered on the hard ground, and broke into many peices. Looking around carefully, he and Viceroy looked for wherever the ghost had went. After a few minutes of silence, there was a loud, and echoey laugh. The laugh, followed by the faint wails of a guitar.

"So, which one of you chumps were unlucky enough to summon...the Cobra?"