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The Ghost Meme

The Ghost Meme

Welcome to the meme where the dead meet the living. One of you is a breathing meatsack and the other is a wandering spirit, and for some reason fate has brought you together. Post your name/canon, then use the RNG to pick a scenario or choose for yourself. Multiple scenarios are also totally cool. Blank comments will be damned to wander for eternity.

I. Dead
1. Poltergeist - The afterlife is for squares. You just want to rattle the cupboards and drop buckets of water on people...or something a bit more hazardous.
2. Forgetful Ghost - Dead? What are they talking about, of course you're still alive. Maybe walls aren't as solid as they used to be but you're still going about business as usual.
3. Vengeful Spirit - You've suffered, and you want to make sure everyone else knows your pain. Intimately. Go raise some hell.
4. Unfinished Business - There's something you still need to do and you can't move on until it's finished. Let's see if the living can help the dead.
5. Happily Dead - You don't have any anger management issues or leftover to-dos, you're just peacefully haunting your resting place. Being ghostly doesn't mean being rude.
6. Wildcard

II. Living
1. Ghosthunter - The ghost didn't come to you, you went to the ghost. Maybe you're there to banish it to the afterlife, maybe you're there to film it for a low-budget SciFi channel show. Hold the camera steady.
2. Psychic - You see dead people everywhere you go. It's a gift or a curse depending on how you look at it, but this is just an average day for you.
3. New Resident - Boy, this Victorian house/grubby apartment/abandoned insane asylum sure was a bargain. There may be some slight problems with creaking floorboards and agonized screaming, but it's nothing a little DIY won't fix.
4. Ghost's Helper - For some reason this ghost really needs you. You're the descendent of its murderer, or the only one who can complete the ritual that will set it free.
5. Innocent Victim - You had nothing to do with this. The ghost just really hates your guts. Time to get an old priest and a young priest.
6. Wildcard

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[Several weeks of an isle full of vikings and dragons and, rad as that was, Billy was starting to think that MAYBE getting ectoplasm all over that fancy clock Spencer had bought hadn't been a good idea.

Also it wasn't actually all that rad, because the dragons sort of terrified him, especially because the ones that had actually noticed his presence had tried to shoot fire at him. And boy had he been trying to get noticed! His stuff was nowhere around here, that was for sure, so it wasn't like anyone could see him. He'd been tossing things around, making all kinds of things move with his mind, he'd even tried writing things, but apparently everyone here only could read weirdo rune language. And still no sign of him triggering whatever it was that made ghosts visible to others without the aid of their former possessions.

It was frustrating, but more than that, he was going out of his mind with the lack of attention. It was the time before Spencer and his family moved into his old house all over again, and Billy had thought the painfully lonely times like that were completely behind him.

But then there was this skinny nerdy kid. He'd caught Billy's eye - reminded him of Spencer a little, really - so it was out of boredom and curiosity that he floated over his shoulder as the kid flipped through some boring book.]

Whatcha readin' there, brojangles?

[...but of course he wouldn't be heard. Oh, it was full of dragons. Of course. Everything dragons. Billy made a frustrated noise, reaching out and swatting the book, causing its pages to rustle furiously before it flipped closed seemingly of its own accord.]

[Hiccup breathes in so sharply when the book's pages turn and the book slams shut that he can almost feel his heart skip a few beats. For a moment there he can't tell if that was the wind or not, but.....

...there was a voice. A clear voice, and unless he's gone crazy he knows he heard it.

With an echoing bang his body finally catches up with his shock, his good knee jerking up to crack painfully against the underside of the table, one that nearly forces Hiccup to let out a cry he just barely bites back. All of this happens in only a second or two, and even with his knee throbbing he turns around quickly to spot the source of the voice]

Wh-....?!

[Oh. OH. THAT'S A GHOST. That is sure a ghost alright. Not like anyone around here has actually seen a ghost ever, but Hiccup's pretty sure that whoever this is, they aren't human. There's another sharp gasp as Hiccup falls back against the bench, it screeching a bit as it slides against the wooden floor, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of Billy.]

[Aaaaand in response to all that shock and fear, Billy... just sort of stares dumbly for a moment.

Blink.

Beat.]

...DUDE, YOU CAN SEE ME!?!?

[Oh boy Hiccup I sure hope you didn't need that personal space because there sure is a blue, glowy, floating, mostly insubstantial guy right the hell in your face now. Grinning like a maniac. And then he's suddenly wrapped his limbs bonelessly around the poor viking, clinging as if for dear life.]

Aw man, yes yes yes yes yes! FINALLY!

[Hiccup's leaning back just about as far as he can physically manage at this point, and even then he's too close for comfort. The awkward position, plus the fact that he's still in a mingled state of shock and terror, makes it impossible for him to move to get away. He's helpless as Billy wraps himself around Hiccup without any regard for personal space in the slightest. While Hiccup is used to personal space not being a thing with Toothless around....this is just a tad overwhelming.

Though....everyone in the village described ghosts as being soul sucking monsters. He's not sure if Billy fits that description, but he sure does seem to be happy that Hiccup noticed him. Perplexed and at a total loss, Hiccup goes rigid in Billy's hold.]

I-.......w-......what....?

[It's not really like being clung to by a living person. There's no warmth, and no weight - it's as if the air is holding him or something.]

Chill man, this is GREAT! [He releases his hold to spread his arms out in emphasis, floating in front of Hiccup.] I get someone who can help me get out of here, and YOU get the honor of being haunted by the one and only Billy Joe Cobra! Eh? Eh?

[Billy tugs smugly on his jacket collar, beaming. Which might draw attention to the fact that his clothes probably look extremely weird and alien to Hiccup.

...but then he's abruptly melted back into desperation, dropping to his knees and pulling on Hiccup's vest.]

You GOTTA help me get back home to Spence, broman, ple-a-a-a-a-a-se! I can't take this place anymore!

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[...Wait, haunted. Hiccup blurts before he realizes he's even talking.]

So you are a ghost!?

[Still no room to lean away at all, so he just grits his teeth and stares down at Billy when he grabs onto his vest, practically pleading for his help. EVERYTHING about Billy looks strange to him, beyond the ghost thing being quite the obvious difference.

All the villagers had been previously begging Hiccup to find the ghost- or at least try and look for it- and get rid of it....and now the ghost is begging for his help on a completely different matter. The irony of that hasn't quite sunk in yet, as stunned as he is.]

...But- ....but....how?....and why me?

[Yes, why him. Why does EVERYTHING always happen to him? To be perfectly honest, he's not sure yet if this is all just a trick or not.]

In the ectoplasm.

[Oops, and now it's back to smug confidence. This guy, honestly.]

Because you can SEE me, I mean psssh, duh. Hey, why is that anyway, you packin' some of the Cobra's gear?

[And he'll just be trying to examine/rummage through Hiccup's clothes looking for any signs of his own swag now. Hey, he doesn't REMEMBER being to Crazy Dragon Land before, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything!]

[Hiccup jumps a little when Billy starts that, because wow there's still REALLY nowhere for him to escape to. He's managed to wedge himself between the bench and the table here pretty awkwardly. Honestly, nothing of what Billy's saying right now makes any sense to him. If Billy pays attention he might notice that the viking still looks pretty terrified of him, like he might switch tactics at any second and do him some sort of harm.]

I- ...no! I don't-

[He trails off again, settling with sitting as stiffly as he can, watching Billy like a hawk with his fingers clenched around the seat of the bench.]

[Billy either gives up or gets bored when he can't find anything that looks like it used to be his, finally floating back a ways from the boy.]

Eh, whatever. So what kind of crazy place IS this, anyway, what with all the dragons and big beefy guys in weirdo helmets... I guess it's all pretty metal, but that was never really my thing, y'know?

[He pauses a moment, seeming to consider Hiccup's reactions for the first time.]

Hey, you gotta relax a little, dude! I mean, you look like you've seen a ghost or something, haha!

[...HE FORGETS SOMETIMES, HICCUP.]

But you....you are a ghost! I...I thought the others were just- ...just getting all worked up over nothing, I didn't think ghosts actually EXISTED!!

[Hiccup says that all in one breath before running his fingers through his hair. All of this is almost too much to take in at one time, yet he shouldn't be all that surprised. If dragons exist, then why not anything else in the world?

He takes a few breaths to calm himself before slowly answering Billy's question.]

This....this is Berk. And...we're vikings. I don't know how you got here or....or where you came from but-

[He groans, running his hands down his face.]

...I need to get you out of here before someone sees me talking to nothing.

Hah, oh yeah! Guess you DID see a ghost, bromigo!

[He points at Hiccup in a "haha, good one!" sort of gesture, smirking away.]

Oh, I came from Beverly Heights! You don't know where I can catch a ride back, do ya? I mean, I TRIED flying myself, but it's just stretches of water in all directions and that's a TOTAL borefest.

Oh, and no worries about the talking thing. Spence talks to me all the time and nobody think's he's...

[Wait.]

...they only think he's a LITTLE crazy!

[That's just what he needs, people thinking he's crazy. And here things were just starting to look up for him. With another sigh he finally stands up from the bench, having to bend down to tug his prosthetic from where the end was hooked in a knothole in one of the table legs.
Oh. So that's why he couldn't move.]

Look...this is an island in the middle of the ocean. No- the middle of nowhere. I don't know what or where Beverly Heights is....but it's a long way away from here, I know that much.

[There's a low rumble as thunder continues to echo outside while Hiccup talks. Well, at least he's fairly sure nobody would come out in this storm to come looking for him. He's fallen asleep in the Great Hall once or twice before, so him being found in here the next morning isn't uncommon.]

[Billy comments with "Whoa, nice footgear, macabroni!" as Hiccup frees his leg, then at least appears to consider his words. If looking like they're going in one ear and out the other counts, anyway.]

Like... how far away are we talkin'? Oh, I know! Let's look it up online!

[He pulls his cell phone out of nowhere, gleefully starts typing, then abruptly stops as his expression drops like an anvil.]

Oh yeah, I don't have any service out here! Gaaah. [How his phone even still works is entirely another mystery. Maybe it's ectoplasm powered.] Hey brofessor, I know you guys have this whole little rural town out in the middle of nowhere thing going on, but you don't happen to have a wifi cafe or library or somethin' around, do ya?

[That earns Billy the blankest of blank stares.]

....What?

[Sorry Billy, but you're in an era where nothing of the sort- especially cell phones and wifi- were even CLOSE to existing. Even now he's eyeing the cellphone with a confused grimace. Coupled with the bizarre clothing he's in....he can only imagine that that's just a ghost thing, maybe? Not like he knows any better.]

..No just, listen to me alright? It's- ....Berk is the only place I've ever known. I've never been very far from this island, past to a few islands around here. You're in the middle. Of. Nowhere.

[He punctuates each word with a slow chop of both hands downwards, before raising a brow at the ghost.]

So I don't know how I could possibly be of help to you, even IF I can see you.

...So no wifi?

[Hiccup's expression falls into the deadest deadpan.]

..No. No wifi.

[Billy gives something between a gasp and a shriek of sheer horror, LOUDLY, clapping his hands to his face as it contorts comically. He quickly follows this with yet another invasion of Hiccup's personal space, suddenly all noodley arms and legs wrapped around him as if he's clinging for dear life.]

That's TERRIBLE!! How do you even SURVIVE!? You gotta help me get out of here oh please oh please oh plea-a-ase???

[Hiccup jumps a little when Billy screams, worried for a brief second that he might draw attention- ..until he remembers he's still a ghost, that is. At least when Billy clings to him this time he's sorta prepared for it. Though he still doesn't get what Billy's so worried about concerning "wifi", he can't help but feel bad for him.

But that doesn't answer the question of how he's going to help Billy get home.]

I....I wish I could, I really do, but...I don't even know where to start! How did you even get here in the first place?

[Billy unwinds from Hiccup a bit, instead floating just above him and leaning an arm on the top of his head.]

Uhhh... oh yeah! Well, Spence - that's my best bromigo from back home, haha, he's actually my little cousin! - got this really freaky zombie clock, egh. I kiiiiiiinda broke his old one by dropping it out the window, but he found another no prob! Except I maybe sorta accidentally got some ecto on it...

[He punctuates this by letting his other hand go all melty for a second, a glob of ectoplasm dripping from his palm like some kind of freaky yo-yo. He snaps it back into himself before it can actually get on anything, though.]

...and next thing I know, BAM! Dragonland! What gives?

[Out of everything Billy has said so far, that seems to have made the least bit of sense. Zombie clock?..

Hiccup recoils slightly at Billy's little demonstration with the ectoplasm, before folding his arms over his chest.]

...Your guess is as good as mine. Though....somehow....it sounds like you're either from a completely different world, or a completely different time period.

...It could even be both. Maybe. ...But I can't even begin to come up with an explanation for....all of this.

[He gestures vaguely at Billy as he says this with a small frown.]

Uh, you just gestured to all of me, brotato. I'm Billy Joe Cobra, what's there to explain? Well, except for the whole being HERE thing, I guess.

...No way I'm in a different time period though, right? Aheheh...

...Sooooo what year IS it, anyway?

[It was, after all, a clock that he'd managed to ectofy this time. He really didn't want to be displaced in time - he was a ghost, what's the worst that could happen to him really, but what if it'd gotten Spencer too? Yeah, the look on his face might still have that corny smile plastered all over it, but all that amounts to is a paper-thin mask for his worry.]

[Hiccup falters at the question. For one it kinda catches him off-guard a bit. What... year? He's not really sure what Billy even means by that. Back in the days of vikings, time wasn't exactly kept the way it is where Billy's from. Everything's really...categorized in annual events, and a concept of years hasn't really been established.]

I don't....know? Considering I still have no idea what "wifi" even is, and....

[He looks Billy over again, gesturing at him before gesturing at himself.]

Judging by how different our clothes are...I can't really think of any other explanation other than you being from some other time.

You don't even know? Pffft, it must REALLY be the dark ages.

[Yeah, that casual answer lasts for about two seconds before he panics again.]

That's not good, dragon dude! How do I get back? What happened to Spence? Wh-what if he got thrown like a million years away from me and I'll NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN?

[Yeah that sure is a puppy-eyed wibble there. Which, again, lasts about two seconds before Billy flat-out bursts into gushing tears. Literally. Fountains of ectoplasm. Hope you weren't standing in the line of fire there, Hiccup.]

NOBODY HERE EVEN KNOWS WHO I AAAAAAAAAAAAM!

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dammit Billy I'm not splitting every post into three parts just to use one icon per expression...

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