Ghostbur's Thoughts

Entry #18

Guys I promise I'm working on the story-
I accidentally went off the storyline I spent a week working on. I don't know how, but Purpled and George were never supposed to interact in the og storyline I made- HOWEVER I WILL UPDATING SOON

ok here's the part y'all have been waiting for:

Ghostbur's POV:

Ghostbur woke up once more, confused. Somehow, he was back at the tent.

Was the whole thing with George a dream?

It couldn't have been, since Ghostbur clearly remembered what had happened.

Ghostbur slowly floated out, looking for Tommy.

"You have to kill Tommy."

Ghostbur gasped, head spinning again.

He didn't want to.

Tommy was already traumatized enough,and Ghostbur couldn't do more to him.

Ghostbur was one of the only people Tommy trusted.

But... Tommy only thought of Ghostbur as a replacement for Tubbo.

No, Ghostbur couldn't think this way. He couldn't kill Tommy.

Ghostbur sat outside, when he started to feel dizzy.

Suddenly, the ground turned to water.

It pulled Ghostbur in, the water burning his body.

Ghostbur gasped, struggling for breath.

It felt like he was drowning, the water surrounding him making him overwhelmed.

He desperately tried to get out, the water burning his skin as he flailed around.

The black water swirled around him, but the water near him was lighter, allowing him to see that the water was actually a dark purple color.

Ghostbur tried to scream, reaching his hand out.

To his dismay, his hand was slowly disappearing, shreds of his own existence floating out into the water, and disappearing.

Ghostbur panicked, looking around for an escape, any escape.

He spotted a blue flower, and he swam down, trying to get it.

He needed the blue.

But as soon as he touched it, it turned a brilliant shade of crimson, staining the water around them.

The water turned red, and Ghostbur panicked more.

That was when he felt himself losing oxygen, and everything went black.

Ghostbur woke up, gasping for air.

He whipped his head around, but everything was back to normal.

He was still outside, the sky a formidable grey, threatening to rain down on Ghostbur.

Ghostbur stared at it, his breathing returning to normal.

He could almost still feel the water surrounding him, red like blood.

Slowly laying back down onto the grass, he did the only thing he could think of.

He cried.

The tears felt like burning hot flames licking at his face, but Ghostbur just kept crying.

He didn't want to be in here anymore.

He wanted to be with someone else like him.

Someone who understood how it felt to not remember anything, to be confused at everything.

Ghostbur cried.