#if you say Copia in the mirror and flush the toilet six times he'll appear in your shower dressed in his after show jacket very confused

[rawkghoulsupreme]

I had a thought at work while listening to CMLS and decided that it would be far easier to write it than draw it. So here's my first lil' Ghost fanfic!

Centered around the final Re-Imperatour show.

Warnings: Anti-Christ theory at play. SFW

Wordcount: 566

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Call Me

The energy in the arena was electric - as though the clouds hanging above everyone’s heads in anticipation of what would become of their beloved Papa could combust into a lightning storm at any moment. Even as the lights began to glisten behind the white curtain, something that had become the usual for this tour, felt different.

But nothing was. The curtain dropped and Kaisarion rang out to the pleasant screams of fans. Copia pranced out, glittering in silvering gold jacket and sang his soul out. Then Rats. Then Faith. Spillways, Cirice, Absolution, Ritual… It was all the same. Much to the dismay and happiness to the crowd who sang and wobbled along anyways. Then came time for Call Me Little Sunshine and out came Copia in his dazzling papal robes with jewels that sparkled more radiantly than the stars in the sky.

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“You will never walk alone. You can always reach me. You will never ever walk alone. Even when you’re dead and gone-”

The arena went black and the lack of music was swiftly filled in by shouts and screams.

This was it.

Were they dragging him off stage now? Were the Ghouls and Ghoulettes tearing him to pieces? Was it awfully timed electrical malfunction? The longer the dark silence went on, the less it seemed like the audience would get any closer to an answer. The shouting and outcries began to die down and a low murmur passed over the crowd. Nearly five minutes had passed now and not a peep had been made on stage or a light turned back on. Maybe it really was something wrong on the arena’s end. Just before people started to get up or leave to get some answers - the answer found them.

Call. Me.

The screams returned briefly. The voice - it was his. Copia was alive… for the moment. But it sounded different. Distant. But booming all the same as it rang out through the venue. A few moments more passed.

Call. Me.

It sounded like a demand. Or was it pleading? Each word was emphasized by a single beat. Now, the crowd was starting to get it. Several voices rang out. “Papa!” or “Copia!” shouted out. But the voices were few.

Call! Me!

His voice rang out again, louder as the crowd’s excitement grew.

Papa!

Call! Me!

The voice of thousands rang out, competing with the booming of Copia’s very own voice.

Papa!

This time, he replied to them faster, sounding closer somehow than ever before.

Call! Me!

Papa!

Suddenly, the lights flashed back on and the music made way in a startling cacophony of familiar instruments. Standing there, center stage behind the microphone stand was their beloved Papa.

Wasn’t it?

Copia remained in the robes he had started out the song in - but he wasn’t the same. His mitre had been cast to the side, laying on the ground a few feet away as if thrown haphazardly. In it’s place were two curved horns, spontaneously grown from his forehead while his hair had grown to his shoulders and was nearly silver all the way through. He slapped his hands together then opened his arms wide.

“You can always reach me! All you gotta do is call me…”

He wasn’t going anywhere. Not as long as they needed him; not as long as a single one of them felt alone. Now, they’ll know what to do.

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