As the creatures of Oakley's imagination ravaged the town, Billy's ghost stood ready to defend it. He knew that Oakley was the only one who could stop them, but he also knew that he had a role to play in this battle.
Billy's ghost charged towards the first creature, a towering beast made of gnarled roots and twisted vines. Its glowing eyes fixed on him as he approached, but Billy was undeterred. He summoned all the courage he had and tackled the creature with all his might. The impact sent shockwaves throughout the afterlife, but Billy held firm, refusing to let the creature gain the upper hand.
With Billy's help, the other ghosts began to join the fight. They were the spirits of all those who had been lost to Oakley's creations, and they had been waiting for this moment to come. Together, they formed a wall of spectral energy, holding back the creatures and preventing them from causing any more damage.
As the battle raged on, Oakley watched from a distance. He knew that he was the one who had created these monsters, and he knew that he was the only one who could end their reign of terror. With a heavy heart, he took out his sketchbook and began to draw.
As he drew, the creatures started to weaken. Their movements slowed, and their forms began to fade. With each stroke of his pen, Oakley erased them from existence.
Finally, the last creature fell, and the town was safe once more. Billy's ghost turned to Oakley and smiled.
"You did it, Oakley," he said. "You saved the town."
Oakley smiled back, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thanks to you," he said. "I couldn't have done it without your help."
Billy's ghost nodded. "It was my pleasure," he said. "And now, it's time for me to go."
Oakley's heart sank. "Go? Where?"
Billy's ghost looked out into the distance, where a shimmering portal had opened up. "I don't know," he said. "But I have a feeling that it's time for me to move on. Thank you for everything, Oakley. It's been an honor to fight alongside you."
And with that, Billy's ghost stepped into the portal and vanished from sight. Oakley stood there for a moment, feeling a sense of loss wash over him. But he knew that Billy was at peace now, and that he had played a part in making that happen.
Oakley closed his sketchbook and looked out over the town. It was a place that had been through a lot, but it was still standing. And he knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure it stayed that way.
