A Ghost's Guide to Life (MCYT) (Shipping and Language Free)

The Switch

Tommy

That wasn't right.

He should not be able to feel his feet on a floor that didn't exist. There should not be warmth, or cold. This wasn't right at all.

"Wilbur," he said. Why was his voice shaking? What was happening?

"Tommy, you're-" he stopped. Tommy tried to look around, but he was dizzy. Why was he dizzy?

"Ey man, what's going on?" Mexican Dream said.

"I can't- I can't move."

"What do you mean?" Wilbur asked.

"It means I can't move, Wilbur."

"Why is he getting darker?" Schlatt's voice asked from the back.

"I can't- I can't see you guys, it's blurry-"

"Tommy, hold on." He felt a hand on his shoulder, but it was still blurry.

"Wilbur, what's going on." Tommy asked. He felt like he was falling, but he wasn't. He couldn't move.

"Tommy, stay with me."

"Wilbur I can't-"

Then everything was gone, and Wilbur's hand was gone from his shoulder.

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Ow.

His head was against a floor. His eyes were closed shut. He could feel. He hated it. He wanted to go back to Wilbur, and MD, dare he say it, even Schlatt.

He heard footsteps. He tried to get up, but he wasn't used to using a body. Then it hit him.

He was alive.

No no no. No.

The footsteps got closer. He swore that they were in the room. He couldn't get up, he was weak and had forgotten how to move.

He heard the footsteps stop, and a gasp.

The gasp sounded painfully familiar. He moved his eyes; the one thing he could do. As he had guessed, it was him.

Time hadn't been kind, apparently. It had been 11,284 days.

His brown hair had darkened since then. He wore a green and brown camo outfit, and his hair covered his eyes.

"How..." then he backed away. "You aren't real, are you."

"Um, I shouldn't be?" Tommy barely slipped out. Guess he needed to practice speaking.

"It just so happens that on the one-year date of his death I hallucinate."

"One year? It's been much longer than that, Tubs." Tommy slipped out.

"I'm leaving. I don't want this. Especially not today."

"No- no, let's not leave just yet? I kind of, ya know, can't move."

"Your not even real."

"Umm, by the fact that I can feel the ground I think that's an incorrect theory."

Tubbo paused. He stared at Tommy in the eyes without saying a word.

"Oh my gosh. Your the real Tommy aren't you?"

"WELL YEAH BEE-BOY, NOW HELP ME UP!"

Tubbo ran over to him, but instead of helping him up, he hugged him.

Tommy wasn't used to that. He hadn't been able to feel for a very long time, and even when he was alive it didn't happen much.

It was strange. But it was reassuring.

"Okay, clingy."

"Let me have this. You've been dead for a year."

"Fine."