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Lonely (Little!Tommy, CG!Ghostbur)

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!warning for explosions n some panic n cryin ;^;!

Setting: DreamSMP
Summary: After his and Dream's daily "bonding ritual," Tommy slips hard and Ghostbur finds him.

originally this was supposed to be cg dream but character dream is a meanie and he doesn't deserve to take care of a little

hence ghostbur :3
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Dirt spattered Tommy's already dirty sneakers as the TNT went off in the hole he'd dug, destroying the few things he'd managed to gather in Dream's short absence. When the last spark went off, the masked man watched Tommy pushed the dirt back into the hole, and then left without even saying a word.

Tommy waited until the reflective purple surface of the nether portal resumed its still, glassy state before he let his bottom lip tremble and tears overtake his eyes. Crawling into his rickety bed, Tommy reached into a hole in the mattress and pulled out a tattered stuffed rabbit, holding it close to his chest.

He couldn't hear the portal warping outside over his small sniffles and sobs, so when someone knocked at his door, Tommy startled and his breathing began to tremble. No shadow moved under the door, but the blond little still assumed it was Dream, back to terrorize him even more.

Ghostbur frowned from the outside of the house, knocking again when Tommy didn't answer the door. After three rounds of this, he finally called out through the door; "Tommy? You know I can't float through walls, let me in!"

The brunet ghost heard some shuffling and saw a shadow under the door, so Ghostbur smiled; Tommy was home after all. The doorknob rattled for a few seconds before finally opening by just a hair, revealing only one wide, blue and teary eye. Ghostbur frowned and tilted his head.

"Tommy? Why are you crying?" He asked worriedly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small transparent stone. "Here, have some blue, it'll make you feel better."

Tommy's trembling hand emerged from the crack in the door, but when Ghostbur placed the stone in his palm, it didn't turn it's normal vibrant blue. The color now swirling in the gem was nearly black, although slight hints of blue still tinged the rock. Ghostbur felt his eyes widen - dark colors like that meant panic or danger - so he pushed the door open a bit further so light spilled into the room.

Stumbling back, Tommy whimpered and dropped the gem, instead snatching his dirtied rabbit from the bed and shoving his thumb into his mouth for some kind of comfort. He stepped back too far, though, tripping over himself and landing on his bum. Pain jolted up his spine, and Tommy choked out a cry of fear and pain. Ghostbur's translucent shadow fell over him, the sunlight shining through his gray skin and dully-colored clothes.

"It's okay Tommy, it's just me," he assured him, crouching down and brushing his hair from his face. "It's just your friend Ghostbur!"

"...W-Wilby?" Tommy stuttered out, more tears rolling down his cheeks. "W-Why you here?"

"I came to see you, buddy," Ghostbur ruffled Tommy's hair, a huffed sigh leaving his mouth when the blond flinched. "What happened Toms?"

"D-Dweam- he bl-lew up m-my st-tuffs," Tommy sniffled. Ghostbur picked him up and bounced him gently, holding in a gasp as his tears sizzled on his skin.

"It's alright bud, I got you," he shushed Tommy, kissing his forehead and rubbing his back. The blond just gripped his sweater loosely, hiding his face in shoulder. "Do you wanna lay down?"

Tommy nodded against his shoulder, so Ghostbur maneuvered himself into a sitting and then laying position, the blond cheek-down on his chest. He'd seemed to have calmed down for now, taking deep, even breaths but still not quite sleeping. Curling his fingers into Ghostbur's sweater, Tommy yawned - crying takes a lot out of you - and blinked sleepily.

"Wilby?"

"Yes, Toms?"

"Pwease don' weave..."

Ghostbur's heart cracked, and he was quick to reassure him that he wasn't going to leave and would stay for as long as Tommy needed him. Satisfied with the answer, the little relaxed and nuzzled into Ghostbur's chest and let his hand petting his hair lull him to sleep.
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awww brothers pog

tomorrow brings little dream, but of course, that is tomorrow

(727 words)
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