After Wilbur's death, Ghostbur cannot remember everything that has happened recently. However, he can remember a few stories from the past, as well as discovering things that he had forgotten..
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A small flash of pain trickled down his spine. An odd sensation, it felt like he was dying. But wasn't he already dead? He died once before, by this very same feeling.
Ghostbur didn't bother to open his eyes despite the loud clicking of what he assumed were wheels harshly moving against rails.
He sat curled up in a ball, chin resting on his knees held tight by his translucent arms. His frame rocked side to side ever so slightly until the vehicle came to a sudden stop.
The echo of the stopping train hissed as Ghostbur finally opened up his eyes.
It hit him, finally allowing the scene to replay in his head of what happened before he stepped onto the train as he glanced up and down at the man dressed in a conductor's attire topped of with the familiar smiling mask. A mask that one would assume is a welcoming smile but in reality was the grin of the devil, the thin line of a mouth that stretched across the dirty and cracked porcelain.
Tears welled up in the ghost's eyes as he stood from his seat and immediately tumbled to the ground with a thud. Tears dripped onto his hands. The tears were blue he noted, watching the blue liquid sizzle in his palms.
It hurt so much. The water dripping from his eyes stung his cheeks and hands.
His attention returned to Dream as the masked man spoke ever so calmly.
"This is your stop. The afterlife," Dream looked down at the sobbing ghost. Hesitantly, Ghostbur rose from the cold floor at the humming of the train doors sliding open.
On the other side of the door, he saw himself.
No, that wasn't right.
Wilbur Soot, or as he called "Alivebur", sat flush against the dark walls of the train station, looking both amused and bewildered at the same time as he gazed into the train.
Wilbur glanced at Ghostbur, then at Dream and then back at Ghostbur. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.
"All aboard! All aboard! Next stop, the overworld!" The conductor called out.
Ghostbur, with tears still steaming his face, trembled and hiccupped as he slowly made his way from the cart and onto the pavement of the station.
Wilbur walked up to the open doors of the newly arrived train, a smirk forming on his face when he passed Ghostbur.
"Ticket please?" Dream asked.
Wilbur hummed, reaching his calloused hand into the pocket of his torn coat. He took out a slip of paper that he had found on the train when arriving to limbo, and handed it to Dream who snatched his out of his hand, punching a hole in the corner before giving it back.
Wilbur didn't dare look back at Ghostbur before the doors slammed shut behind him, though he could feel his saddened eyes watch him with caution, observing the way the train began to speed up.
The train was long, it felt like it went on for ages and ages. But it too came to an end and Wilbur, the train and the conductor had vanished from view.
Ghostbur sat on the floor like a lost child, the voice and screams of Tommy rang through his head. Sam was there, Tommy was there and Dream.
He remembered the way Dream's bruised hand felt as it choked him when the lava began to fall before it all when dark.
He remembered Tommy telling him he was gonna be okay, telling him to count and to breathe.
Why was Sam yelling at Tommy? Why didn't anyone save him?
He could never understand why the living did some things that they did.
Ghostbur sighed, turning to the wall, pressing the tip of his finger that was covered in his blue tears against the bumpy material of the wall. He smeared a single tally mark on the surface, "Day one," He muttered.
"I don't know where I am but Alivebur was here and so was Dream. They left but hopefully they come back for me! This place is nice though, its calming but I miss my friends."
He looked around, his eyes fixing on more smeared words on the wall. He gets up and investigates the poem on the wall, looking up and down at it.
Wasting your time
You're wasting mine
He hummed a seemingly familiar tune as he read along the words on the wall.
I hate to see you leaving
Fate worse than dying
Dying?
Your city gave me asthma
So that's why I'm fucking leaving
Leaving?
And your water gave me cancer
And the pavement hurt my feelings
Tears flowed down his face.
Shout at the walls
Cause the walls don't fucking love you
"Tommy? Friend?" Ghostbur began to shout, "Please where are you!?"
Shout at the walls
Cause the walls don't fucking love you
"You told me I'd be okay!" He fell to his knees.
There's a reason that London puts barriers on the tubeline
He's all alone.
There's a reason that London puts barriers on the rails
As much as he wants to believe, they won't come back, will they? He's always just been comic relief.
There's a reason
He feels like he's dying. Again.
They fail
Huh? Why was he crying again? He can't remember. What is this place? Oh well, Dream and Alivebur will be back to pick him up.
