Ghostbur's Thoughts

Entry #8

Ghostbur quickly spun around, dragged out of his memories by the child standing behind him, partially limping.

"I- Tommy, you should be resting inside, what're you doing walking around? You're going to hurt yourself even more-!"

"Wil- Uh, Ghostbur, I was just wondering where you were. And uh- I-" The child stood there contemplating on something. Ghostbur was confused, but he decided that now would be the perfect time to give Tommy some blue.

"Um- Tommy! You seemed sad earlier, so I was going give you some blue after you healed, but you might not need it-"

Tommy interrupted the ghost. "I do. Thanks." And snatched it, the small blob (WHAT THE FUCK DOES BLUE DYE LOOK LIKE I DONT EVEN KNOW HHHHHHHH) of blue dye turning darker, almost to a midnight blue, but Ghostbur didn't notice. He was already heading back inside, going to make some steak to help Tommy heal.

Tommy stayed outside a little longer, noticing something in the corner of his eye. Right there, where Ghostbur had been standing(?), was a small flower unlike any other flower in Minecraft.

It was a dark blue, so dark it was almost black, flower. Tommy went to go grab it, but as soon as he tried, the flower disintegrated, leaving behind a blob of blue dye, even darker than the one Tommy held.

(Back to Ghostbur)

Ghostbur was humming, spinning around while waiting for the steak to finish cooking. As he stopped spinning, he nearly crashed into the furnace, making him make a very unmanly squeak, and nearly pushing the steak into the actual fire.

Ghostbur quickly pulled the steak out, and called out for Tommy to come back in, wanting to show Tommy his beautiful steak he (nearly) burnt.

As the two were eating, Ghostbur asked Tommy the question.

"Tommy, what happened."

Tommy looked up, mouth full of meat, and seeing the look of seriousness in the ghost's eyes, explained what had happened.

Tommy was outside, picking some flower for Ghostbur. He didn't know how the fuck Ghostbur made it into some magic dye or shit, but Ghostbur liked it, so whatever.

He noticed a big patch near a beehive, and slowly went, trying to ignore the bees, which reminded him of Tubbo way too much.

As he reached for a flower, he noticed a smaller bee on it. A baby bee? What the fuck, did Minecraft even work like this? He didn't care, but he remembered how much Tubbo liked baby thing (except for zombies), and bees.

Tommy sighed, putting the flower back, and was about to trek back to his home when he heard some rustling.

"Hello, Tommy."

Tommy stilled, the sweet, yet poisonous voice injecting fear and anxiety into him, terror and adrenaline flowing through him, and he bolted, squeezing his eyes shut, not wanting to see the man behind him, the man with the terrifying mask.

Dream.

A/N: pog through the pain