Philza Oneshots

Home (2/2)

This is part 2 of Your Life, My Ghost and it was an idea I had for a while, somehow someone else voiced my idea in a request coincidentally lmao.(does this mean this is a request or..?)

Well, the person who coincidentally voiced my idea is SisyEatsBeans :)

Uh hahahahha this is gonna be pure pain-

Topics:
Pure fucking angst

Trigger Warnings (TW): Panic attacks, homesickness.

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"Would you like some green?"

Wilbur kept his gaze on the apparition, its hand stretched out holding a green clover. He took it.

"Ph-phil?"

"Huh? Who's that?" The ghost asked, tilting its head to the side. He slightly shook his head and said, "I'm Ghostza. Maybe I can help you find your friend Phil!" Ghostza offered cheerfully before his expression turned sorrowful and green-tinted tears poured out of his blank, white eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Tubbo asked.

"Is that a grave?" Ghostza pointed at the gravestone behind Tommy, Tubbo and Techno. "Is that Phil's grave?" He said sadly, more of a realization than a question.

"You look a lot like our friend, Phil," Ranboo remarked, his eyes slightly watery. He wiped the tears away with his hand, knowing they'd hurt later.

"Sorry I remind you of him, I don't mean to, really.." The ghost muttered, his expression suddenly changing as if a switch went off. His face lit up as he held up his bundle of green clovers. "Have some green! It makes you feel safe and happy," he insisted, happily placing green clovers in people's hair as a charm, as if five seconds ago he wasn't crying.

Once someone had a clover, they felt a little more content and made their way back home. Soon, only Ranboo, Techno, Tommy and Wilbur were left. Tubbo had left since Sam had to discuss a few things. A slight enderman noise was heard in the endermon's direction, and he picked up a grass block and held it tight, glancing around as if to try and locate the grass' new home.

"Oh, I forgot to ask," the ghost turned back to the four, still clutching a few clovers. "Do you know where home is?"

"H-home?" Tommy looked up, slightly confused.

"Yeah, home! I have to get back to my three sons," he explained, expression slightly troubled.

"S-sons..? Ph-phil we are your sons!" Wilbur cried, hands flailing as if to try and make sense of everything.

"What?" the ghost whispered, a slight horror in his eyes. He was homesick.

"Phi- Ghostza," Techno corrected himself. "It's us! And Ranboo too! Don't you remember us??"

"I have two brunette twins and a young blonde with baby blue eyes, not a piglin and.. whoever you two are," he clarified, his expression unreadable. Ghostza didn't know how to feel. The whole world felt like it was contracting, closing in on him. He needed to find home, now.

Tears flooded and poured down the ghost's pale face. "Does he not remember me either..?" Ranboo whispered to Techno.

"Yo-you're not my sons, I need to find home," the ghost panicked, eyes shooting all over, clearly trying to avoid eye contact. "Wh-where's home?!" He cried, sadness filled the atmosphere and his apparition turned slightly darker. "Please, I need to get home-"

"Ghostza, calm down," Wilbur whispered with a smile, trying to comfort the troubled ghost. It did no good. The ghost started phasing. "Why can't I remember my sons?" Ghostza whispered. "Why do I not know where home is?" he floated towards Wilbur, then Techno. "Y-.. you don't look like.." he muttered.

"Phil, it is us." Tommy insisted, finally returning from his state of shock. The white glow directed itself towards him.

"N-no, you aren't.." 

Ghostza sank to the ground, bringing his knees up to his chest and burying his face in his hands, wings shielding him from the world.

The group gathered around the sad ghost, kneeling next to him. Ranboo hesitantly outstretched a hand, pulling it back slightly. He gave in and wrapped his arms around the ghost, trying to calm him. Tommy joined, and soon the twins were part of the ghostly hug as well.

"Are you home?"

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This is a short one I wanted to get out before my motivation saw itself out. I can say I'm pretty proud of it :) I still have the part 2 of Neglect, Omit, Repent to wrap up, so that's something I'm also slightly looking forward to.

May stick to shorts and such to keep myself alive and keep constantly feeding you guys content. 

Well, I tried to make this as angsty as possible, so if you enjoyed please don't forget to vote for this chapter, and if you have a prompt you wanna see don't be afraid to leave a comment in the requests chapter! You can also request in Wattpad DMs, and in my Discord Server, which you can find in the chapter "2 strikes." Fanart? Much appreciated :)

Happy reading, everyone! <3