Rest (Ghost Au)

Chapter 10

"I swear, if you as much as fucking take another step forward, you are dead to me!" Tommy threatened.

"Am I supposed to be scared?" Wilbur asked. "You are talking to a literal ghost."

"Just give me back the vlog gun, man," Tommy whined.

"Vlog gun?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow, "You gonna vlog now Tommy? Are you a vlogger?"

Tommy lunged forward, hand almost reaching the said toy, but immediately failed when it suddenly disappeared from sight—along with Wilbur—with a loud popping sound. "Oh fuck you Wil!" 

Not even moments later, the same popping noise echoed through the living room and Wilbur reappeared. "I will never get used to teleporting," Wilbur complained.

"You can teleport?" Tommy tilted his head.

"Within the forest, yeah." 

"Where'd the vlog gun go?" Tommy circled Wilbur, trying to find the item.

"Oh, I hid that."

"Wha—Why? Why?" 

"It's just around the forest somewhere," Wilbur said. "If you look for it now, I bet you'll find it before sunset.

"You're prick and I fucking hate you," Tommy stated with a blank, unamused face before heading out of the house to begin the search. Wilbur followed the boy out. 

"Do I at least get a clue, this forest is huge," Tommy asked.

Wilbur hummed, "I guess so. It's hidden underwater."

"So like in a lake or some shit?" Wilbur shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to give an answer. Tommy groaned in annoyance, "Fine, have it your way."

Tommy began walking around, no actual direction in mind. He ducked under trees, and climb over uneven soil. Kicked around the different colored leaves on the ground. "I'm bored," he announced, making Wilbur chuckle.

"It hasn't even been ten minutes Tommy," Wilbur said.

"Well what do you want me to do? I'm wandering around here 'cause you woke up and chose to be a dickhead."

"Hey, you were the one who came to the house, kicked open the door then  proceeded to immediately point the vlog gun at me yelling ''ey bitch'," Wilbur reasoned. "I say this is fair."

"Am I at least going the right way?" Tommy stopped walking and turned to Wilbur.

"Oh, no. You went towards the complete opposite direction," Wilbur said as he attempted to hide a snicker.

"Why would you not tell me that sooner?" Tommy yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the ghost.

"Think of this as a challenge," Wilbur said. "I'm not just gonna tell you everything tight off the bat." Tommy glared at him. "What? Can Tommy Innit not handle a simple task?"

Tommy straightened up at the accusation. "'course I can. Big man Tommy Innit can do anything," he stated before running towards the right direction.

Tommy had ran straight, looking to his left and right at any given moment as to not accidentally walk past the body of water he was looking for. Eventually deciding that staying on the ground is a horrible idea, he began to climb a tree.

"Careful," Wilbur said as he watched the teenage boy's left foot slip, but manage to step on a sturdier surface. 

"This would be easier if there's some sort of tower around here," Tommy mumbled as he pulled himself up another branch. "You know what? Maybe I'll make one myself."

"You're just shit at climbing," Wilbur commented. "Why would anyone want a tower? No one's gonna use it."

"Intimidation, bitch," Tommy said. He balanced himself on the highest branch and carefully stood up. It was a nice view. You can see the top of the trees, the mountains at the distance, and the sun shinning brightly, but was covered by the clouds so it wasn't too hot.