Ghostified

A/N
My first fanfic! Hope you like it!

"Mr. Cobra, we leave for Miami at 9 am sharp tomorrow," A personal assistant said.

Billy Joe Cobra gave her a condescending grin. "Do what you want darlin' but I'm not getting up until noon."

He winked and strode into his dressing room. Billy dipped his finger into a bowl of peanut butter.

"Hm, not bad. Taste is a bit off though. Should probably talk to Gary about that-" Billy's muscles tensed then paralyzed. He crashed to the ground, unable to move or call for help.

His door crashed open. Billy moved his eyes frantically, trying to look at the person. It was a woman wearing a tight purple dress and earrings in the shape of his face. Billy knew her well. Madison Xavier AKA Madame X. His ex-girlfriend and #1 stalker.

"Hello honey! Miss me?" Billy's mouth twitched. "Don't worry Billy, I wouldn't give you anything that would permanently damage you. Though that's about to change."

Madame X reached into her purse and pulled out a gun. "I'm done being ignored by you! I DESERVE TO BE WITH YOU! If you are going to pretend that I don't exist then I'll make sure you don't!"

She cocked the gun and held it to the rockstar's heart. Billy face contorted into one of panic and he struggled to move his limbs.

"W-why." He said, voice barely above a whisper.

She grinned manically. "So you can know what it's like to have a broken heart."

Madame X pulled the trigger.

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Spencer Wright sat at his desk editing his latest horror film, working meticulously to reach his deadline.

His mother's voice shot through the house. "Spencer! Dinner time!"

"I'll be right there!" He closed the laptop and went downstairs, just in time to hear the phone ring.

Jane answered it as Spencer joined his sister and father at the table.

Her face paled. "Yes, I am.... W-what, how?" They all stared at her, curious about the conversation. "Yeah we will, thanks." She slowly set the phone down.

"What was that about?"

Tears started to fill Jane's eyes. "It's Billy. He's dead."

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It was a private funeral. Hidden from the media and surrounded by bodyguards to ensure no Cobraheads would run in.

Billy floated aimlessly above his body, trying not to look at it. He flew down and through his relatives seeing who came, and trying to space himself from his weeping mother. He duly noted that none of his "friends" had the decency to show up. Seems like Spencer was right about them. It was then that he saw the Wrights enter the home.

"They actually came?" He said even though he couldn't be heard.

He flew down in front of them. Jane's eyes were dotted with tears and she had an unnaturally grim Hugh holding her hand. Billy grimaced, those faces were foreign to the usually happy couple. Billy hated that he indirectly caused it. Jessica soon followed. She looked miserable but Billy guessed it was because she had to wear a dress.

Jane turned, "Spencer? Come on honey." She said softly. Spencer walked in the door. He looked like he hadn't slept at all. And his eyes were red and puffy. Even more than Jane.

"Bro?" Billy winced. Spencer took one look around and walked up to his casket. He rested his hand on the coffin and looked inside.

Tears started to fall. "It's all my fault."