("Stop right where you are. Whoever's here, stop moving!")
"You promised it would be okay!"
The tone is accusatory. But under that, Ghostbur is afraid. Absolutely, undeniably, deathly, afraid.
Tommy had promised, he had told him that he needn't even lie. But Tommy had been reckless. In his haste to kill Dream, he had pulled out his axe too quickly, and Sam had spotted him.
And now Ghostbur was going to be killed.
And it was all Tommy's fault.
"It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay, Ghostbur!" It has to be okay. Come save me, Tommy! Why aren't you coming to save me? "Count to ten, Ghostbur. One, two, three-"
"Four, five, six,"
It was going to be fine. Tommy said it's going to be fine. Any minute now, he'll come over here and save me.
"Seven eight ni-,"
Tommy wasn't coming - Why isn't he coming? - Sam is yelling. I don't like yelling, Ghostbur thinks. I really don't like yelling. Then:
You have to save me, Tommy.
"Stop counting!" Sam commands. "What is all this counting nonsense?"
"Nine, ten." Tommy counts, yelling over Sam.
He's feeling a bit better now. Maybe Dream won't kill him. He hasn't yet. Maybe Sam will let Tommy-
"I said stop counting." Sam commands once more. When Tommy makes a move towards Ghostbur again, he seems angry.
"Stay where you are Tommy."
"I have to save him!"
Dream moves closer and Ghostbur descends into hysterics. And he remembers Friend. Poor Friend. And then he screams out once more:
"You promised it would be okay!"
"It's going to be okay, Ghostbur." Tommy shouts. "Think happy thoughts. Friend, blue-"
It's not going to be okay, though. Because Dream is drawing back his fist. And-
"You promised!"
And then Ghostbur dies.
[Wilbur Soot was slain by Dream]
