Random Oneshots

Same face, Different person | Ghostbur x reader

You have experienced pain, be it physical or emotional, nothing compares to the pain you felt when Wilbur, your childhood friend, your best friend, died.

Not only did it hurt you that he had willingly died, it hurt you to see him unsuspectingly descend into madness. Betraying everyone he has ever met and befriended. You felt hurt and betrayed more than anyone else who has ever met him. Maybe Tommy's pain has come close to yours, but your pain was immeasurable.

In a way, you had expected this to happen eventually with how strange he was acting before his initial death, though you just assumed it was the wars that had changed him. But you were too afraid of knowing what was going on with him; too afraid to discover something unfixable.

Maybe you were a bad friend. And it pains you to know that you could've done something, anything to stop what has happened. Persuade him to not blow an entire nation that he built. And now, he was the one to crumble it down to dust, taking himself down with it. In a way, how he did it was beautiful, metaphorical almost. L'manburg was a piece of himself. A piece of himself that he watched get corrupted and dirtied. Despite all attempts at mending what was broken, his attempts didn't succeed. So, as a last resort, he wanted to rid of it.

And this time, he succeeded.

L'manburg was not just a piece of himself. L'manburg is him. He poured his whole heart and soul into this nation.

Maybe, you weren't the cause of Wilbur's death. Maybe, it was Wilbur himself. You've been deluding yourself into thinking that your one and only friend was this higher being who can do no wrong, but really, he was just like the rest of humanity: Full of flaws.

You weren't at fault at Wilbur's desend into madness. He was already halfway there and he knew it. He embraced it. At least he accepted what he had become when no one else, not even you, did.

And when the guilt went out of the way, in came the grief. He may have been a person with flaws, he was still your friend.  You had lost your friend. Your best friend. You were always with him through thick and thin. You had never felt so lonely before until now. He was always there when you had needed him the most. Those moments when something was bothering the two of you and you both tooke turns at listening what was bothering you two at the moment. It was one of the things you missed doing with him.

You sometimes talk to the air about the things that was bothering you at the moment—forgetting that Wilbur was not there to receive and listen—but you still do it anyways, be it out of habit or just you trying to cope. If you believed it hard enough, you can almost see Wilbur sitting there, coming up with an advice or reassure you about what was bothering you. But he's not there to do that anymore. He's gone. And now you have to live with that knowledge and the emptiness that you feel.

The small inconveniences that normally doesn't matter to you suddenly makes you burst out into anger and annoyance, sometimes even make you break down crying.

You sometimes call out to the universe that you'll break bad habits in exchange to see Wilbur, even if for just a second. I'll do anything, anything,  so i can see my best friend for even a sliver of a second. I'll even kill myself to see him. Please, I'm begging you. I just want him back. Never a response.

The things that used to interest you doesn't seem so appealing anymore. The things that you used to do, you could barely even lift a finger anymore. The meals that you liked doesn't seem so delicious anymore. The vibrant colours look so dull and gray. The world that was once so bright look so dark now. It was like a dark filter was casted over your vision and it wouldn't go away, so you've just been in your room for most of your days. What was the point in going out when everything is miserable anyway?

For weeks, you haven't taken care of your body and hygiene. The simplest of tasks you couldn't even do. Your room was messy most of the time. On some days, it would get so bad, it seemed impossible to clean, so you just let the mess accumulate until it doesn't even look habitable anymore. You felt like shit. Smelt like shit too. Your self worth has desintegrated into nothing. Death doesn't even sound that bad to you anymore, you desired it even. You were just one push left to fall to your death. Thoughts of death filled you almost everyday, your mind convinced that what you most desire is the sweet release of it.

It would have been stupid of others to not notice you staying in your room all day, sometimes coming out to eat, sometimes not eating at all and not taking care of yourself. (Even a blid person would notice how miserable you were feeling.) They've made attempts at making you leave your room and make you take care of yourself, but with your stubbornness, it was quite a challenge though they succeeded nonetheless. Just one step at a time.

You've been out more often, much to your displeasure, and took care of yourself more. It was a good thing that your friends made an effort to help you and cheer you up when they could. It warmed you that other people actually care about you when your thoughts said otherwise. It was rejuvenating.

Overtime, you were yourself again. Though still grieving, it was small and manageable. It didn't overtake you anymore. And when it did, your friends were there to help you back up. You weren't alone, afterall.

You were still grieving, albeit small, grief never goes away whether you want it to or not. You just have to live with it and accept it.

The beings above may have been watching because they have rewarded you with a gift for going through with all of the pain and suffering. Ask and you shall receive.

In came Ghostbur.

He may have the same face and body as your best friend but he was different. He was not the same as Wilbur, but maybe that's a good thing. That doesn't matter right now though. You were so happy to see Wilbur again, though a bit transparent and floating, you were so happy and in tears to see your best friend again. He might not remember everything, but he remembers all of the happy moments and that's enough for you.

It fills you with joy that he remembers you.

You've finally reunited with your best friend and that's all that matters to you. You squeezed him into a tight hug that hopefully doesn't hurt the ghost, thinking that if you let go he'll be gone again. Ghostbur accepted with tight squeeze.

"Hi Y/n." Ghostbur said above a whisper, thinking that if he talked any louder you might crumble into tiny little pieces. With the state you were in, you actually might.

You whispered back, "I missed you. So much."  Your voice wavered from the tears, body trembling from holding back the sobs. Ghostbur noticed. He whispered softly,"It's okay. Let it out. I'll be here, holding you."  Kissing the crown of your hair before gently placing his chin on your head, holding you gently like a piece of glass, looking up at the sky as if thanking the beings in it. And so, you did. He let you let your tears out, rubbing the small of your back and kissing your head reassuringly until you were out of tears.

It was relieving.

You were finally complete again.

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