Tommy's pov:
It's been a while since wilburs death and I've been miserable. The only closest family I had was Phil who actually was alive and now he gone again.
I wiped my tears and got up. I heard a voice behind me "hello! I'm ghostbur!".
I turned around to see him. "Do you not remember me?" I said.
"Hmm you do remind me of someone" he said.
"My name is Tommy w-ghotsbur" I sad as I put on a sad smile.
He smiled and said "the one who listened to my music all the time I played?" He asked and I nodded.
He hugged me and rambled about me being his brother.
I smiled at him and said "do you remember Phil or philza by any chance?"
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"My Hand Slipped" (sbi royal au)
FanfictionTommy was a 7 year old living on the streats People from the vilige have givin him a lot of nicknames like "Brat" "Theif" "Crock" "Little theif" ect. they never knew whats his real name was. The villige has been complaining to the king about him, so...
