𝐋͢𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎, mcyt imagines

✧ boys will be bugs

SUMMARY: GHOST BOYS DON'T TAKE NO SHIT.

As the summer heat poured down on the two of you, you and your dearest friend Ghostbur sat admiring the small formation of anthills you'd discovered while tending to some land. Ghostbur sat in awe, watching carefully where he planted his feet, making sure not to cause any imperfections to the incredibly intricate system the ants had created.

He pointed to the hill, making sure to catch your attention further. "Look! Y/n, they're making homes just like me and you have!" He cradled a blade of grass between the tips of his fingers, twisting it around the ballpoint of his index and thumb. "I wonder if they have as much blue as we do!" You laughed, and watched as Schlatt and Tubbo neared the two of you.

You greeted them with a smile, as Ghostbur continued playing in the grass, cheerful as ever. Tubbo questioned your actions. "What're you guys up to?" You laughed softly, standing up and dusting your pants off. "Well we were farming," You paused for a second. "But as you can see- he's got a little distracted." Schlatt eyed the two of you, seeing what had Ghostbur attention so occupied.

"You're seriously playing with these fucking vermin's?" He took the heel of his boot, stomping the anthill into nothing more than a mount of dust and soot. You and Tubbo both cursed his name, demanding an answer for such behavior. Ghostbur looked completely broken, gaining his footage with a distraught expression, and standing up to face Schlatt.

Schlatt laughed in his face. "Got a problem, Ghostboy? Heheh." He raised his fist, and with a swift swing of his arm he lay a harsh blow against the temple of Schlatt's forehead. Schlatt fell backwards into the mud, as you and Tubbo laughed hysterically, justifying Ghostburs violence.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, directing his anger towards the person he'd just hit, as Schlatt lay on the ground, palming his forehead. "DON'T DO THAT EVER AGAIN OR- OR I'LL FUCK YOU UP IF YOU'RE MEAN TO THE BUGS!"