【 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙 】DreamSMP.

𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚? 𝙋𝙏. 3

Turning around I spotted Wilbur again, Thankful I'm not alone again.
I'm jumped forwards towards him, hoping to hug him but only faded through the man.
Right. We're Dead..

"Wilbur?.."
I called out with desperation in my voice.
The man who I thought was Wilbur
only giggled and held out a piece of Blue Dye,

"I'm not Wilbur silly! I'm ghostbur, would you like some Blue?"
'Ghostburs' voice was more echoey then Wilbur's, and he wore different clothes too.
Yellow sweater with a Some hat red beanie, he floated off the ground like it was nothing.
Ghostbur held his hand out judging me to take the piece of blue in his hand.

"It soaks up all of your sadness, and you can through it away or reuse it."
He exclaimed happily, I took the soft blue dye.
Squishing it in between my hand, it grew more blue in my grasp. My focus concentrated on the strange Blue Thing, it made me stop worrying. I can't believe that worked.

"Wilbur told me you're new here, to bad he's only on the Subway."
He frowned at the fact, but isn't Ghostbur and Wilbur the same person?..
Split personalities perhaps, this must be his same and calmer side.

"Anyways let's get going now!"
The dead hands grabbed my arm and started dragging me down the brick maze.

"Where are we heading?.."
My question still left unanswered by the man dragging me, why do I always end up getting dragged by some other Ghost.
Speaking of ghost, I still can't believe I'm dead.
I'm really dead.

I miss my friends.

.
.
.

Who are my friends?

Who were my friends.

Did I have any friends?..

I can't remember. My head hurts so much.
The thought of dying was enough, but does anyone miss me. A question that was tossed around when your alive is a question that lingered in my mind.

"If I died would anyone care?

I can't know now, I'm dead.

Squeezing the blue dye in my hands, it spilled out between my fingers form how tight
I was squeezing it.
I was sinking into a pit of denial and worry, but I was the one who was digging the hole.
Unable to stop, No matter how much I try
to stop the thoughts will come flooding back.
I can't dig out I'm stuck inside the pit.
Forever.

A soft sigh escaped my mouth as I was brought back to my ghost reality, as a ghost I still somehow spelled the gas in the air. I took in another whiff of the air, the scent of alcohol was leaked into the air as well.

"You've got to meet my friend! His name is Glatt, a very nice man I tell you."
Ghostbur seem excited about seeing his friend Glatt. It seemed where ever we're heading the Gas and Alcohol smell got stronger
The levitating man's happy expression was wiped off as soon as he met mine.

"I guess this is a bit sudden for you, but don't worry as soon as you meet the locals you'll feel just at home!"
His grey pale lips curled into a reassuring smile, which I tried to give one back but failed.
Looking up at the smoky sky, I was no longer surrounded by the brick walls instead tall city towers. The neon signs that said 'casino' 'motel' and 'strip club'.

How. Strange.

We enter into the Casino building, introduced by more smudged people. Some yelled and cheer for a win, while some groaned and slouch at their lost. In the far back I spotted a man in a suit, a red tie, brown horns, and many rings and jewels covered head to toe.
He was surrounded by many women,
They weren't women. They were smoke clouds formed to look like women.

The man in the middle noticed us coming towards us and snapped his fingers, the women figures disappeared and bottles of alcohol appeared on the table.

"Ghostbur, I haven't seen you in awhile! Please sit down and bring your friend along too."
I sat down awkwardly on one side, and ghostbur sat on the other.

"New here?"
The goat man asked, I nodded slightly and looked down at my seat. He placed down the burning cigarette and grabbed 2 large bottles.
He gestured the bottle to me, offering it.
I placed my hand up rejecting it, I began to gag at the smell again. Dear god it's disgusting.

"You're Not A Drinker Are You."

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Alcohol doesn't get rid of it. It only blurs it.