Ghostbur x platonic!gn!reader
Summary: no one pays attention to Ghostbur so you pay him and friend a visit
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You settled into the cold with gritted teeth. Snow and frost had never been your favourite weather- you lived in the tropics of the SMP- but you had decided enough was enough. Every time you asked someone how Ghostbur was doing, they shrugged the question away or just ignored you. And if no one would care about the wholesome ghost, you would.
Tubbo was too busy with marriage bliss, Dream and Sam were obviously not going to visit, Techno was always out, probably planning something, and Tommy was...Tommy.
It seemed even Niki didn't pay him any attention, or she couldn't rather as she was stuck in the water and it burnt Ghostbur. All you wanted was to visit the ghost, to make him feel at ease when everything was turning against him. It hadn't been long since...Wilbur's accident, and it didn't give the ghost any comfort to know everyone hated their guts for something they had no control over.
You knew how it felt to be alone, if you could change that, you would.
"Y/n?" You heard his voice whisper on the frosty wind.
"Ghostbur?" You turned around but you couldn't see him anywhere.
"Hey!" Suddenly his face popped up in front of you and you clutched a hand to you chest, stumbling backwards slightly from the jump scare. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Here, have some blue." And out of his pocket and into you palms was a handful of lapis.
"Oh- uh- thank you?" You chuckled a little and stuffed it into your bag.
"So why are you here? Usually you're in the hot."
"I came to see you, actually!" You beamed, relishing the faded pink in his cheeks spread across his face. "I thought you'd be a little lonely out here with Techno and Tommy gone." "M-me?" He mumbled. "Why would you see me?"
"I missed you Ghostbur."
"You said my name!" He exclaimed joyfully.
"Of course I did, what else would I call you?" You chuckled.
"So many people call me Wilbur and I'm not but they won't see I'm different now and they all want something from me or thing Wilbur's back when he's not...I just..." Ghostbur rambled, and it hit you how alone he truly was. The poor ghost had had no one to talk to at all- all his emotions flooding out at once. "I just wish they would understand. Take time to talk to me."
You stood there and watched him blubber slightly, tears welling in his eyes. Trying to reach out and wipe them away, he leant his head into your palm but just phased through your hand making him sob harder. It must be hard to not feel someone's touch in so long.
"How was your day?" You asked him softly and he stopped him weeping to stare up at you questioningly.
"W-what?"
"How are you? Was your day good?" His grin grew despite his steaming tear. "I want to know if I can help in any way." You added.
"It was- it was okay." He muttered feebly.
"Tell me more."
"I, um, I made a friend! His name is Friend." Just as he said that a bright blue sheep came trotting up behind him and nuzzling it's head into his hand. You stroked the lapis stained fur with a small smile.
"He's blue." You giggled, knowing Ghostbur loved to hand out blue.
"Yep, so he makes me happy all the time, speaking of, do you want some blue? Here have some blue." And before you could respond he had pushed more blue he had seemingly got out of nowhere into your hand.
"Here, I think you need it more than I do." You smiled warmly, noting that the tears had been wiped from him face. He gasped and pushed it back into his pocket.
"Thankyou!"
"You're so welcome. So, today I thought we could..." as you suggested your idea for the day Ghostbur seemed to light up more than ever.
"So I can spend the whole day with you!?"
"Yep." You replied, popping the 'p.'
"I thought you were just gonna leave like the others- oh this is gonna be great!" He giggled, casting a subtle frown onto your face.
And so the day continued, and it was great. By the end Ghostbur was proclaiming it was the best day he'd ever had, and you had secretly vowed to visit the ghost way more often.
