symphony - dream smp au

ten

"ivy, i'm going to talk to phil" ranboo tells me, as the group seems to dispurse. "do you want to go alone? i can come if you want"

"actually, yeah you can come. i need to rehearse, how to um, break the news to phil that his son, that he killed, is back" he gives a small, sarcastic chuckle.

"hey, hey phil" ranboo says, holding the door open to phils home for me. i stand against the door, as they share their hellos.

"here, take a seat" he pulls a chair out for phil, motioning for him to sit down. "i'm not that old" phil gives a laugh, taking a seat.

"well for this i'd reccomend taking a seat" ranboo gives a small laugh in return. the boy glances over to me, as some sort of queue for me to speak.

"oh yeah, well phil um-"

"tommy had a plan, at the prison to um, kill dream" ranboo speaks over me, glancing between phil and i.

"with ghostbur" i add, standing with my hands behind my back.

"and when tommy came out, he was with friend, and ghostbur was not with him.."

"to cut to the chase- wilbur's back" i cut in, phils eyes widen. "he's alive" ranboo sighs.

"this- this wilbur?!" phil motions to a picture of wilbur on the wall, ranboo glances over to me. "yup- your son"

"he's back! he- i have so many questions, i wonder is he's the same as he was" phil goes on, looking between the photo of wilbur and us.

"we'll we wouldn't really know since we both have never uh, met him while he was alive" i give an awkward smile.

"what did he say what did he-"

"he compared me to schlatt. told me schlatt spoke about me, to him" i say, phil directs his attention to me. he gives a weak smile, looking back to the photo of wilbur.

"so, there's for sure an afterlife"

"he said he was at this train station, and then a desaturated version of him showed up on, a train. and dream was the one conducting the train."

we say goodbye to phil, as he decides to try to find wilbur. i tread behind ranboo, as he leads me back to l'manburg.

"you alright?" ranboo pauses, glancing back to me. "hm? yeah i'm fine"

"you don't seem fine"

"what wilbur said got me thinking- the whole train station thing" i look up at the boy, who was somewhat taller than me. i guess he is part enderman.

"yeah, it's kind of trippy" he replies.

"and schlatt- like he's ghlatt, he's dead. so schlatt is at that train station.. but like y'know how ghostbur remembers the good stuff?"

ranboo nods, paying close attention to me.

"what does ghlatt remember.. he seems completely normal. he cares?"

"you sure he doesn't just remember the positive things, like ghostbur" ranboo asks, he always listens and it's nice to have someone to tall to.

"no, he knows everything just like he- he's alive," i pause for a moment, looking away from ranboo.

"i need to go speak to him"

ranboo stands outside of the entrance, as i make my way down the staircase once again. i've visited too many times, i shouldn't care this much.

"schlatt" i state, the boy seems to be already waiting for me. "oh how come wilbur gets to be revived but not me!"

"shut it- there's no need for you to be revived"

he looks caught off guard, raising and eyebrow.

"you faked your death"