Wilber - Ghostbur
! Death and Murder? and Blood !
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Wilbur's pov.
'This is NOT ok Wilbur, stop controlling me!' The stupid ghost shouts at me. "You really think I will stop now? HA! Never, they deserve this." I force the hands of the ghost up, staring and the mega TNT bomb and flint I have with me. He is really getting on my nerves, making me have headaches and keeping me in place. Heh! We are almost to the stupid town Tubbo made called Snowchester. I have never been there before and I wasn't looking forward to it. 'WILBUR STOP! They're just kids, leave them alone. Let them be happy!' The ghost shouts at me again. There's the headache and I can't move either, ugh! "I don't care you stupid ghost!" I spat. Taking control again and phase through the walls of Snowchester. I remember that Tubbo makes his house fancy, so I look for a house with that description. Looking around, I find a disgusting, cozy-looking home with a gravestone next to it. Reaching the door, I phase through to get inside quietly and listen to what or who is in the house. "Uncle Tommy look I'm on the tippy top of dad's chair!" A kid? The child giggles. I'm confused, uncle Tommy?! Sence when was Tommy an uncle! I think to myself. 'Sence Tubbo and Ranboo adop-' The ghost-me cut himself off, Tubbo adopted a kid huh? Even better it only seems that Tommy is here, most likely the top two things that mean the most to Tubbo. Easy. I start to snicker quietly while trying to find them. They have to be somewhere in the house but where are they?
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Oh, so Now you decide to shut up huh? Alright, I will find them myself! I go to the ladder and go down but the voices got quieter. So I go up and turn inviable to stay hidden, I need to get them at the right time. I phase through the trapdoor and spot the kid and Tommy. I start to feel anger or maybe even rage. I just want to do it now. Kill them and leave!
But I can't because I want Tubbo to see his precious house explode with his son and Tommy inside. Oh, the price I'd pay to see the look in his eyes and his face fall as he watches his house exploded and burning with them in there. I smile while going to the window to watch for Tubbo. But I have to sit here and listen to an annoying kid and child play for who knows how long.
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The darker it got, the harder it gets to try and spot Tubbo. I'm getting super annoyed by the squealing and yelling of these two things. I can't wai- ..... I see him. I quickly move to the trapdoor and make myself visible. Putting on a friendly smile, I speak, "Hey guy's! What's going on here?" Making my voice sound like ghost me. I need to make this quick. "Oh, hey Ghostbur. What are you doing here at this time of day? Would you be resting this time?" Tommy asks me, as I see the kid named Michael moves closer to Tommy's side. Good, be scared. "Heh, that's funny because last I checked my name was just Wilbur!" I shout. I start to pull out the items I have with me. "W-what! N-no, Wilbur get back!" Tommy is stuttering and Michael started to cry. "Tommy do you know how hard it was to wait to do this?!" I laugh like a mad man. "The saying will always stay the same! It. Was. Never. Ment. To. Be! Goodbye, Tommy and Michael." I light the bomb and quickly leave the room locking it behind me. Sirens start to go off. Finally! It's done, I can leave! I very quickly fly out of the house and watch from the woods. It exploded in no time. 'NO! TOMMY, MICHAEL!' I just laugh, I feel like it's New Years' and I just set off a beautiful firework. It was so beautiful everything around the house caught on fire and the ash floated around like snow. Was it snowing too? Even better! I hear a very loud scream and I look in the general direction where it came from.
Tubbo was on his knees crying with a taller boy next to him trying to comfort him yet he was crying too. It brings a smile to my face. I turn invisible and move over to the two. The sobbing from Tubbo was music to my ears and every time he opened his eyes to look they looked dead. "R-ranbo-o. They're gone." Tubbo turns to the boy named Ranboo. But he stays quiet looking at Tubbo. "I'm sorry Bee. I had a bad feeling." Ranboo says putting his hands on his head, shaking his head like crazy.
"I did too, it wasn't just you. I was supposed to watch to him-" "If you would have stayed home today you would have died too. I wouldn't know what to do Bee. So don't say that stuff!" Ranboo cuts off Tubbo. They just look at each other, tears running down their faces. The fires were burning out all around us. The sight was funny to me but I stay silent. Tubbo stands up and starts sprinting to the wreck of his house. "Bee!" Ranboo yells and runs after him. Does he hear something? I follow them to the house and I hear.... crying. One survived.
"Tommy! Michael! Where are you!" Tubbo yelled as he reaches the ladder. They climb the labber up to Michael's room. The crying gets louder but muffled. "U-uncle Tommy." "Hey, b-ig man. Smile f-or me okay?" Tommy held Micheal's hand, his voice was pained. " Tommy?" Tubbo steps forward. "Hey, T-ub. I'm sor-ry but I have to g-" Tommy stops talking and his hand falls out of Michaels, limp. "N-no. T-Tommy!" Tubbo notices the blood all over the corner of the room. "Hey Michael, come over to dad okay?" Ranboo says shakily. Tubbo runs over to Tommy's limp body, muttering things to himself and him. Michael limps over to Ranboo with a blank face and tears down his face. "Dad, he is still here. The one that hurt me and uncle." Michael whispers. Once I heard that I leave as fast as I can. That little brat, I will get him next time but first I need to get Tubbo.
Poor Michael, his uncle Tommy saved his life and died right in front of him. That's too bad. His papa might be next. Watch out Tubbo! I start laughing like crazy.
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