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The Aftermaths...(Ghostbur x Reader)

Hello people! I am back!! I tried my best to be as accurate as I can so if something seems off please don't be afraid to state your opinion in the comments. So yeah... Enjoy the angst!! Also this is another PLATONIC SHIP. Just like other creators, I only ship their personas and not the real life people unless skephalo and dnf-- jk. I know they're fine with it but just a friendly reminder.

This Story includes:

Mentions of Death

Angst

Just plain sad

Stress

War

I guess gore??

etc.

WARNING!!! If you get triggered by said things I advise you to not read! Please, you matter and I care for you. Don't force yourself into reading something that triggers you. With that out of the way, I just hope you guys enjoy.

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It had been a while ever since Tommy's exile. Almost a month of silence without the chaos of the other brit. Tubbo slowly getting captivated by his own regrets and problems, not only as a president but as a friend too but I couldn't help but just watch as he slowly but painfully drift into insanity. I knew even if he wanted to visit him in exile his guilt keeps him from doing just that. He was just a child and he still is but all the trauma and problems caused him to mature at such a young age. But there was nothing I could do. Even if I do, I don't know how.

L'manburg had never been so dull yet so lively. It pained me to see Tubbo as president try to give his best and fake a smile just so the citizens won't worry about him. Everything is hard and just so stupid. It angered me that Dream, even as an independent country, he still holds power in anything and everything. I think it was just as better if I had been exiled with Tommy so that he would have company. Oh the poor boy. All shrivel and thriving for dear life. Only living in a tent in the cold. His clothes all torn and the blue from his eyes all fading. The determination and spark fading away for both the boys. But I couldn't just leave Tubbo all alone. Despite him having Fundy, Quackity, and many more. He need the inner support. As his secretary and friend, but still I don't know what I'm suppose to do. I NEVER know what I'm suppose to do.

Am I just as pathetic as a rock? But the rocks gives a huge purpose in the economy. Even a rock has more use that me. I don't know what to do. I DON'T KNOW what to do!!! I'm just as useless. More useless than anything else. Why do I even try?

I closed the door from his office-- er drug van. It was already almost dawn. Me and the other members of the party worked hard on the files of each L'manburg citizen occasionally going on about plans on how to get Tommy out of his little island. Everyone already left, except me and Tubbo. It was my my time to leave but I insisted on helping him more but he refused me to do just that. Just whispers of "I'll be fine..." and "It's better off resting first that thinking about this." He does have a point but he shouldn't have to involved himself in a lot of these. I mean Quackity probably might just do that the next day but he insisted it. And I knew why. "If you feel tired just sleep alright Mr. President?"

Only silence responded with the excessively loud sound of classical music inside the van just to calm his nerves a little bit. I sighed to my self dragging my body against the cold breeze making me shiver just a little bit, letting it take me to where ever it had to take me. I eventually caught myself standing on the small hill that over rides the prime path having a great view of L'manburg's beautiful estate. A rather sight to see. Just as beautiful as it was before the wars but it made me think about the lost souls that fought along side us. The screams of murder and cries following with the sound of fireworks being blasted after that just silence. Everything was traumatizing especially to young children. I just hope that all the souls finally could find peace. Well... As far as I hope some of them.