Ghostbur x reader || (DSMP Minecraft A/U)

7 - Who're you?

A few days went by with Ghostbur constantly hiding from Fundy. He was too scared to meet him and built the confidence up slowly but surely.

But today was different.

Today was the day.

When the two woke up, they sat in silence until the fox woke up. Y/N could tell Ghostbur was nervous to meet his son, fidgetting with his transparent fingers and biting his cheek. However Y/N didn't know how to break the silence..

"Hey," Y/N put their hand on the Ghost's back and let it rest there lightly, "It'll be okay." They comforted.

"Do you think he'll remember me? I could barely even remember him.." Ghostbur sighed, secretly admiring the warm hand on his cold, ghost-like back.

"Of course he will! Even if he doesn't, I'm sure you can jog his memory somehow.." Y/N tried to look on the bright side of the situation to cheer him up.

"..Yeah!" Ghostbur's face of worry melted into a satisfied expression.

After a bit of silence filled with Y/N rubbing Ghostbur's back, a door down the hallway creeked open with the sound of light footsteps walking towards the living room where they were. Almost at the same time, Y/N and Ghostbur straightened their backs in attempt to look natural and serious. The small fox walked into the living room, eyeing Y/N and immediately smiling.

     "Hello!" The fox cheerfully greeted.

   "Fundy.." Ghostbur's happy expression faded and tears collected in his eyes. Y/N impulsively held his hand to calm him down. "I'm so sorry, son.."

   "So, what's for breakfast?" Fundy gazed at Y/N, scratching behind his ear with his back leg repeatedly.

  "..Fundy.." Y/N made a sorrow look trying to ease the situation.

     "..How do you know my name?" Fundy looked around as he was sitting on the ground.

   "Your dad told me..?" Y/N looked at Ghostbur and back at Fundy.

     "Daddy? Where?!" Fundy perked up, looking around the small cottage for his father, "Where's my daddy?"

   "Oh, no.." Ghosbur got up and stood infront of Fundy, waving his hand infront of his face, "He can't see me, can he?"

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"..Can he?" Y/N asked the ghost.

"Who're you talking to?.." Fundy kept his dark eyes on Y/N.

"..No one.. Sorry." Y/N apologized.

Then, something unexpected happened. There was a knock on the door.

"We never get visitors.. Could it be your mother?" Y/N spoke to Fundy, waving for Ghostbur to go hide in her room. Y/N walked to the small, oak door and opened it, "Hello?"

Standing there was a fairly tall man, most likely a lost traveler looking for directions. He was wearing a green striped bucket hat with shaggy blonde hair poking out from it. His outfit consisted of mostly black and dark green, but what caught Y/N's eye was beautiful, black wings sticking out from behind his back.

"G'Day.. My name is Phil and I'm here to ask if you've seen this lost fox?" He held up a small poster that had Fundy's face on it.

Y/N froze. What am I supposed to do?..