Ghostbur's Thoughts

Entry #14

Ghostbur and Tommy were just picking flowers in a nearby meadow.

Nothing bad was supposed to happen.

After all, the task was to just pick some flowers, and then go back home.

But of course, trouble always seemed to follow them wherever the two went.

And now, Niki and Jack were fighting with Tommy.

Ghostbur was confused, not to mention annoyed.

It was the fifth or something time in the week, and it was only Wednesday.

He had just left Tommy to go pick some cornflowers he had spotted a length away, and in the few seconds he was gone, Tommy had his wooden sword out and both Niki and Jack were in a fighting stance.

Ghostbur quickly floated towards them, getting their attention.

"What's going on?" Ghostbur asked, signaling them all the calm down.

Niki quickly complied, burning a hole into the ground with her eyes.

Jack and Tommy were more stubborn.

"Tommy, put down your sword please. Jack, you too, if you may."

Tommy glared at Ghostbur momentarily, but he still put his sword away.

Jack, on the other hand, simply scoffed and stormed away, enraged to be bossed around.

Niki was about to run after Jack, but Ghostbur quickly stopped her.

It was obvious Niki was trying to stop herself from crying.

Ghostbur and Niki had barely talked, but he knew from stories the others told that Alivebur and Niki were extremely close.

Ghostbur reasoned that was probably why Niki hated Tommy.

After all, she needed a way to cope, and pinned the blame onto someone so she wouldn't blame herself.

The whole situation made Ghostbur feel a pang in his nonexistent headtm but he still couldn't let Niki get away with what she had did.

Deciding what to do, he motioned Tommy to go back.

Before Tommy could protest further, Ghostbur was already pushing Tommy back to Logsteadshire, and Tommy pouted, dramatically stomping his way back.

However, he slowly slowed to a walk, think back to what had happened.

An hour ago....

As Tommy bent down to pick up a lily of the valley, he suddenly noticed Ghostbur had disappeared.

'Just like an actual ghost' he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

Ghostbur was almost as chaotic as Tubbo.

Before Tommy could completely drown in self pity, he heard a voice.

"What the FOCK are you doing here, Tommyinnit? Aren't you supposed to be in focking exile?"

Ugh. It was that 3D glasses dude.

Jack, that was his name.

He turned around, but was surprised to see Niki.

She had changed a lot from the last time he saw her merrily serving pastries to customers at her bakery, but it was to be expected.

What wasn't expected was the fact she was wearing Wilbur's old coat.

The one Wilbur always wore while they were both in exile.

The one Wilbur had hung up on the makeshift coat hanger for the very last time as he set out to blow up the place he had fought for, the place where he would die by the hands of his own father.

Still, it fit her very well, and she also wore the old winter boots Wilbur gave to her for a Christmas gift.

Her hair had turned from a bright, pale pink to a dark, almost muddy, pink.

It worked well on her, but she still looked scary as fuck.

Kinda like a villainess, not that Tommy cared.

What he did care about, however, was the fact her eyes had the same glint Wilbur had when he went insane, and she held a netherite axe, glowing purple with enchantments.

He was about to run, when he heard Jack say something that made him snap.

"Ghostbur is such a focking dunbass for staying with a traitor."

No one was allowed to call Ghostbur a dumbass other than Tommy.

Enraged, Tommy drew out his puny wooden sword, and yelled at Jack.

"DON'T YOU DARE INSULT GHOSTBUR, YOU FOCKING PRICK"

Jack opened his mouth to retort, but Niki quickly stepped in front of Jack, and glared at Tommy.

"Wilbur's death is all your fault, Tommy."

Those few words, uttered with complete hatred and somehow, calmness, tore through Tommy's heart.

Niki, and absolute sweetheart, the one who always hugged him and gave him cookies when he and Tubbo had a fight, was now his enemy.

Before he could completely lose control and start fighting the two, he heard Ghostbur.

Stubbornly, he ignored Ghostbur for a while, but eventually gave in and put his sword away.

And after a while, he had already been pushed away and ended up in front of the tent, with no wounds other than the huge pang in his chest.

How underwhelming.

A/N: yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 750+ words