honey kisses

the curse of ghostbur

the curse of ghostbur

george giggled joyfully with dream, swinging eachother's arms back and forth. soft kisses here and there as they playfully smacked eachother. both panting, trying to catch their breath.

indecipherable mumbles coming from both of them, wheezing and giggling was only audible.

it was a shame they had to keep this a secret.

it was a shame that they had to keep them a secret.

from their parents, from their friends, from everything.

they wrote sweet, secret love letters and sent them to eachother. the darkest secrets, spilling their hearts as the ink touched the beige paper. hoping that the crows don't somehow snatch the letters and give it to their crow father — philza. though, that was just a myth. right?

they always hung out inside an enchanted forest as they would call it, myths being that the enchanting table enchanted it with some sort of curse. a spell.

the pair didn't believe in it. the two didn't even believe in the old tales of dream smp.

they had first been told the fairytale at a young age, everyone in the country knew about it.

but there was always a twist, always something to make people in the generation believe that it wasn't real. that it was just made up by some great and grand storyteller who wrote in great detail and thought.

"mummy, why would tommy and dream fight over some discs? they're discs! we don't really use them that much now. why was it so valuable?" the little toddler who walked by george asked loudly, the mother hushed him and said "we don't know, it was never mentioned in the books, it has been over a century. the original author — ranboo wrote it in enderman language and people had to translate it from latin, greek and then english. the book is never going to be 100% correct, dearie."

ranboo. why does that remind george of something — someone? a certain pang in his heart, a certain thought.

who really was ranboo? was he even real? jesus, enderman language? what the hell is an enderman anyways? must be a myth, or so he thought.

he brushed it off as he continued the walk the crowded streets of the country, walking through a familiar library decorated with purple lanterns, some weird language written on the walls. a button, discs, a smiley face, something he couldn't decipher and a red egg drawn on the walls poorly. it was almost as if it was as old as time.

george being george decided to investigate on the tales of the dream smp.

the annoying bells rang as he entered the ancient-looking library. as always, empty and only with a librarian on the counter, seemingly doing something.

"sir?" george grabbed the old librarian's attention from the book he was reading, the man looked up in a bland expression. "how may i help you?" his monotone voice answered, even when he spoke it was scary. george felt a slight shiver down his spine, "where is the dream smp section?" he asked.

the man looked at him with a smug expression, "oh? the dream smp section you say? right this way."

the librarian led the boy to the section, mumbling an inaudible "have fun."

george ran his fingers through the books, some of them were in enderman language, that's how ancient they were. george decided to look over those and looked for an interesting title before one caught his attention.

'the curse of ghost'

george looked around, grabbing the book swiftly before flipping through the beige pages.

caution.
please be aware that this may traumatise you. going forward would make a great impact in your life.
once done is done, there is never an undo.
"thę çürśę öf ã ghóšt"

george immediately realised that this was ancient, very ancient from the distorted text. it was at least from a century ago, he wondered where the librarian got this.

george took a deep breath and began reading.

it seemed like any old fairytale that was told to children before he read the last sentence

"for those who dares to read upon this, the curse may be lifted. but never dead, the curse may have disappeared but never not here. the curse is unbreakable, and it vows for revenge. for anyone who dares to read this shall be as empty as the void.
for the one who dared to read this,
good luck.

george's eyes widen as the book flipped back the pages in a rapid speed automatically, sealing the book.

"fuck, what have i done to myself?"

as the weeks went past, george decided to not let it plaster his mind forever and to move on. george went intro he enchanted forest and laid there with dream, giving him honey kisses on his sun-kissed face.

"i fucking love you so much, angel," dream said softly.

"i love you too," george replied as dream whispered sweet nothings in his ears. they both cuddled on the grass and planned how they would runaway at one point.

tw//gore.

as dream sat up, an arrow immediately shot through his chest as he gasped for air. the blood flowing out, his hands and chest were full of blood as he choked and hanged on for life. george tried to reach for his phone, where the fuck was his phone. he tried to run and get help fast. he couldn't.

he banged on the invisible walls, they were trapped. trapped by enchanted spells and vows when they banged on the wall. dream was bleeding, he was bleeding so much. the red stained his hands as he uttered a small i love you.

was this really how he was going to die?

george sobbed as he watched his lover die before his eyes. fuck.

was this really how he was going to lose him?

after all the suffering, after all the attempts he tried to get ahold of him.

was this really how he would fail in the end?

by death?

he clasped his hands around his mouth, begging for just another way.

another way for his lover to die without the pain, he didn't want to see him suffer like this.

but what shocked him the most was when dream started to fade.

was he fucking fading away?

he was disappearing into thin air.

all george could hear was a soft voice chuckling out of pain piercing through his ears.

"everyone you love dies. everyone, no matter what," the voice said.

"that's the curse of ghostbur."
fin.
1140 words.

au: george and dream are dead, but they aren't ghosts. instead they are born into a new generation,centuries after the dream smp war. everyone thinks that it's a myth and george thinks so too until he gets the curse of ghostbur which makes everyone he loves die.