Where's Tommy?

Someone knows

~??? POV~

After searching for the wailing sound all night, Tubbo told us to head home and rest for a few hours before he tells everyone about Tommy.

I walk to my house in silence, just letting my thoughts roam. I look up to my house and I see my door open then close. I freeze.

Who would be going into my house? 

I run to my house and go in. The door shutting behind me. I pull out my sword as I see the person in front of me tense up at the sound of the door closing. I am about to harm them when I recognize who it is.

"Tommy?" I ask.

~Tommy's POV~

I turn around to see someone who is very tall and has a face that is half black and half white. I look down at my feet.

"I'm not Tommy. I'm GhostInnit." I mummble. "I just needed a place to get out of the crowd. I'm sorry. I'll leave."

"No. It's alright." The man puts away his sword and I relax a bit. "I should tell Tubbo."

"No!" I scream out at the mention of Tubbo. "No. Please don't tell anyone."

"Tommy, we've been looking for you." The man says.

"Again, I'm not Tommy. Tommy was the alive version of me. I'm GhostInnit." I explain.

"Sorry, my memory's not the best, so you'll probably have to remind me." The man scratches the back of his neck. "But I still have to inform Tubbo."

"Please, don't..." I pause realizing I don't know this guys name.

"It's okay. I won't." He starts to put a hand on my shoulder, but I flinch back. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I've heard those words before. They lied. Everyone who has ever said those words has lied. How do I know you aren't lying?" I scream, tears falling fast.

"Because, we're friends." The man says.

"We are?" I ask.

"Do you really not remember who I am?" the man's voice cracks.

I look away, ashamed. 

"You'd think the confused looks and black stares would have answered that for you." I reply sassily.

I then wince at how I said it. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad."

"Hey, it's ok." He chuckles lightly at what I said. "I'm Ranboo."

I look at him and then close my eyes. I start to remember him. I smile.

I remember when I first met him. I thought that he was younger than me, which turned out to be wrong. I remember me and him hanging out and laughing. I remember he was there when I burnt down George's house. I remember I took the blame off of him. I remember him being one of the only people to constantly visit me in exile.

We were...no are friends. I don't want to open my eyes, for once I do, the happy memories would shatter like fragments of broken glass. But I open them to see Ranboo sitting, waiting patiently for me.

"I- I remember you." I say.

"You do?" Ranboo asks.

"Yeah, you were the one who wrote me all those letters in exile." I continue to smile.

He chuckles, "Yup and I gave you the pickaxes. I need to ask you something."

"What is it?" I wonder out loud.

"What happened?" He asks.

"Do you want me to start from the beginning or just how I died?"

"Start from the beginning. I have the time." He says.