"Who are we to each other?"
"We're- we're like brothers!"
"TOMMY STOP, I WILL CRY."
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Ghostbur stared at Tommy's grave. It was strange that he was able to remember much of his time as Alivebur, but there was a memory that kept coming up.
But if he said he'd cry, why would he remember it?
There was a warm feeling in Ghostbur as he pondered it.
He'd always been cold as a ghost, but this was a pleasant warmth that he wasn't accustomed to. He liked it, though.
But why did he remember that?
He sat down in front of the grave, thinking.
The more things he thought, the more thoughts he forgot.
There was something about staring at the grave that made him not remember things. But he was used to not remembering, so after a while of thinking, he picked himself up and left.
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Writing Pieces
RandomA few ideas sparked from prompts or headcanons. Most of these are inside ideas (like inside jokes but probably not funny??) and will either have no specific character in it or ocs. Sorry :wave: And now some things are a little serious and might seem...
