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"Help "G҉høštbür & Tommyinnit

Prompt;
Wilbur comes back alive but pretends to be ghost-bur, Tommy accidentally breaks Wilburs old guitar and panics. Going to g҉h҉o҉s҉t҉b҉u҉r҉ for help, g҉h҉o҉s҉t҉b҉u҉t҉ helps but questions why Tommy had gotten so attached to wilburs old guitar.

⚠️this may be a little off from the lore; I missed a couple streams so fuc-⚠️

Also I'm not the beta at writing so don't bark at me-

proof reading is overrated

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Death, it wasn't fun, the blonde had went through death and came back. He was tried, tried of this. Why couldn't dream just leave him alone? Why did Sam not let him out? Was he selfish for wanting Sam to let him out? Was he selfish that he felt betrayed by Sam? Maybe. Tommy just wanted everything to go back to normal, where him and Tubbo would sit on the bench and listen to music. Where Wilbur, him and Tencho where still a family. Where they still a family?  Where they still a family? Tencho seemed to replace him with ranboo, same with Tubbo.

Ranboo was nice, he was funny, kind, sweet-

Before he knew it Tommy reached for Wilbur's old guitar. He had taken it after the brunette died, it helped him calm down when he was overthinking; when he was panicking.

Why couldn't things be normal, why was he labeled as a hero? Why.

Why couldn't things go back?

Why?

His breath hitched sitting up on his bed holding the guitar, before his mind stared to race once more. He wished Wilbur was still here, he missed the memories they had before he jumped too far into the deep end.

Tommy looked down at the wooden guitar, stickers littered the object, stars, crowns, music notes and anything of the sort. It was worn out,  Tommy knew that. But he wouldn't change it for the world, it was the last thing he had of his older brother. Of course he had the pogtopia jacket; but that held too much memories.

He strum the guitar with his hand, he wasn't good, hell he was far from good, Wilbur was the musical one. Tommy was the hërø, tencho was the fighter. He sighed before strumming it once more, his blue eyes looking at the wooden guitar before feeling something wet drop down onto the wooden instrument, was there a leak through the roof? Mayb- no, he felt salty tears run down his face. The blonde shook his head, he was fine. He strum it once more before one of the strings broke.

He froze.

He broke it.

Fuck.

His breath hitched as two of the strings snapped in half, the blonde quickly stumbled up.

"Nonononononon fuck- it can't be broken-"

It couldn't be broken, it was the last thing of wilburs before he drifted off into madness- the blonde stumbled back. He couldn't fix it, which made him panic more. It may seem silly, but the guitar was one of the only good things he owned that had good memories latched to them.

There had to be someone who could fix the instrumen-

Ghostbur.

Ghostbur could- he was Wilbur.. no - he was Wilburs  ghost, not his Wilbur. He shook his head, Ghostbur could help.

Ghostbur helped anyone. He quickly scrambled up grabbing the guitar, quickly running outside his dirt home. Ignoring anyone that walked by.

g҉h҉o҉s҉t҉b҉u҉r҉, was interrupted when he heard someone call his name. He cringed slightly at the name; it sounded so odd. Ghost bur, he quickly flicked on a small turning towards the blonde running over toward the g҉h҉o҉s҉t҉,

"Good evening, Tommy! You seem worried, would you like some sugar?"

He asked a smile creeping onto his face looking towards the younger, before pausing seeing his worried look.

"Ghost but!- I broke- I broke it.. fuck! I broke Wilbur guitar- I- could you fix it please!"

The blonde rambled, clearly panicked.

The brunette looked towards the wooden thing, his guitar, the strings where snapped and looked like the metal parts had rusted. He frowned, Tommy had to learn how to take care of things better.

But it did leave Wilb-.. Ghostbur,, quite confused on why the blonde was so anxious over the broken guitar, surely Tommy would have hated Wilbur after Pogtopia. Right? He went insane and hurt Tommy, why was he so attached to the broken guitar?

"Ghostbur please,, can you fix it? It can't be broken its the only thing I have left of him."

The ghost froze at that statement, his breath hitched. The only thing he had left? Ghostbur fell quiet before going back to his,, act.

"Woah! Tommy calm down! Would you like some sugar? It helps people calm down!"

He smiled, handing Tommy a hand full of sugar, in return for the guitar.  Tommy gave a confused look at the sugar, Wasn't it blue that helped people with their sadness? Or does Ghostbur have a thing for sugar now? He shook his head before putting the sugar down,, watching as ghostbur looked at the guitar in hand.

"So.. Can you fix it..?"

Ghostbur seemed to glance up a smile forming as he nodded,

"Of course!"

Oh how much the ghost wanted to drop the act and hug his brother, Wilbur wasn't dumb he noticed in the afterlife how Tommy flinched at loud sounds. Of course, he was still loud Tommy, something just felt diffierent, but he counldn't drop the act now, he had too keep it up.

Tommy smiled at the ghost.

At least he got to see Tommy smile once more before everthing went down to chaos.