Witness [DSMP Reader Insert]

Chapter 3: Raccoon

Note: The interior part 1! :D  From left to right in order are Ghostbur, [Y/n], and then Tommy.

TW: Mentions of blood and slight gore
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He didn't expect this. He thought the lad had forgotten about him. The ringing increased. In the grass was a familiar face, wearing a yellow top and black pants. His blank eyes expressed a layer of pleasant surprise on him and now his transparent, spirited physique looms over him.

"Tommy?" the dead lad's voice slightly echoes. "You're the thief?"

"Wha-" he's quite offended by that remark but he's relief to see the phantom. And he did steal but it was urgent and he mostly snatched necessary items. "Who told you that, Ghostbur?"

"[Y/n] did." Ghostbur replies frankly. This [Y/n] 's a bitch. The ringing in his ear elevates in annoyance. It would usually disappear in about 5 minutes but ever since he came here, it has been constant which Tommy obviously didn't like. Fuck!

"Well, I didn't so go tell this [Y/n] that I wasn't here and am taking my fucking leave." Tommy orders.

"B-but you are here and isn't that lying?" Ghostbur furrowed his eyebrows.

"Oh no no no no no no..." his lips was a line and the ringing is still there, "No don't worry about that, just tell them it was just a dashing animal." he smirks as he tries to ignore his head metaphorically splitting.

"O-ok." the ghost titter, phasing back into the grass and Tommy assume he's heading back to this [Y/n].

The boy squinted his eyes, seeing Ghostbur floating in front of a strange gray fellow that wore a poncho and cloak in the distance. Tommy connected the dots and conclude that they're [Y/n]. Their face was difficult to read from where he's position but he believes they had a third eye? The ringing multiplied and he caught on his sharp inhale from being let out. This [Y/n] is so fucking weird. My head is going to fucking explode. Shit! Maybe I shouldn't have left. He could've help me with this stupid fucking headache like he always had. Someone popped up in the back of his mind.

From what he's witnessing, Ghostbur was fidgeting and he wasn't facing [Y/n] as the muffled conversation is in session. [Y/n] turns their head towards the direction where Tommy is which then he shrinks back deeper under the porch, leading himself into a small dirt hole he made, and tried to ignore the throbbing pain of the chiming again. God! This fucking sucks! I could make a run for it? But then there's the fucking mountain-loaded creepers that I would have to deal with...

He gives attention to the incoming footsteps along with chattering that slowly increase in volume as the pair of legs was in front of the porch. Tommy hid, trying his best to not make a sound by the agonizing noise in his head. Stop it!

"You said it was just a racoon and it ran away as soon as you came near it?" [Y/n] questions the phantom. Ok, why a raccoon? Tommy raise an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah, sorry, " Ghostbur mumbles slightly, implying some guilt in his manner. Because he's lying.

"Don't worry about it, " they replied as they slouched onto the porch, "It was my mistake for sending you in without thinking of the other possibilities."

"How will you get back your missing items then since it wasn't exactly a person?"

"Hmmmmm...I could set out another trap for this raccoon. Can you grab me some steak?"

"Huh? O-ok."

The legs now stood up straight from their lazy pose and [Y/n] climbs up the steps, their front door sound opened then shut.