Sootcest 😍😍😈😈‼️‼️ [JOKE FIC]

In My Room - Insane Clown Posse

Status: Unedited

Unedited: 10/04/21

Edited: 00/00/00

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TW: weird behavior, obsessive thoughts, sharp object, blood

The sound of a pot-stirring and the warm smell of mushroom soup filled the room as Tommy brought the spoon to his lips to taste.

"Is it almost done, I have work to get back to!"

It had been a whole day he had been in bed, ever since he had been in this so-called "coma", Phil and Tommy had been practically at his side every moment of the day

Breakfast

Lunch

His daily material hunt

Getting food

And now Tommy is cooking him dinner while he's being forced to stay in bed

"It's almost done don't worry- shroud! No, no, no, don't touch that!"

Tommy quickly dropped the wooden spoon and rushed over to his pet spider and quickly grabbed him before the spider could drop almost all of Wilbur's pictures.

As much as the chaos was distracting the only thought going through Wilbur's mind was ghostbur.

How could someone so wrong be with something so right

How could someone so pure fall in love with someone so dirty like him

The way ghostbur danced with him made his heartbeat skip a beat

As tempting as it was to ruin such a lovely soul he couldn't bare to harm such a wonderful being with his wrongness

Not in a dirty was of course

He wished to be the reason ghostbur turned wrong

The thought of them burning the place to the ground and kissing each other's skin as the screams of everyone filled the air

Was he wrong for thinking this way?

Of course!

But did he care?

Not at all

He wanted to leave no survivors and rule the land with ghostbur at his side

No one mattered when ghostbur was on his mind

Not Phil

Not Tommy

Not dream

Just ghostbur mattered

Of course, ghostbur would be shattered to hear this was going through his mind so he planned to keep these thoughts a secret.

"Your soup, Wilbur"

A voice pulled him from his thoughts

He grabbed the wooden bowl from Tommy's hands and began to sit up.

"I wonder if ghostbur likes this soup..."

The words left his mouth before he could stop them

Tommy gave him a confused look as they met eyes

The room went silent

"You... you what?" Tommy said with a trembling voice

Wilbur stayed silent

"Wilbur, I-"

"Leave Tommy"

Tommy stared in shock, not once has he seen Wilbur so angry

Of course, there were times in pogtopia, but this anger felt...

Off

The way Wilbur slowly stood up and placed the bowl down to the way he squinted his eyes screamed something was wrong

The way Wilbur voiced his words shot a feeling of uneasiness and danger through Tommy as he backed up in shock for a moment before grabbing shroud and running.

"Finally..."

Wilbur pushed the hair out of his face as he slowly moved down to the secret base

He reached the books shelves and pulled out "how to bring them back" and processed to go back upstairs and brew himself a cup of coffee.

He analyzed the pages as grabbed the ingredients from his chest, slowly and carefully putting them in his inventory as he grabbed the coffee as he headed out to the forest.

The sound of leaves crunching filled the silence as the smell of pine cones melted his senses and brought him to a peaceful mind state he wasn't able to bring himself too before

He took the sand from his pockets and sprinkled it into a circle and sat in front of it

He placed the red candles on the sides as he placed his coffee down beside him and took out the book

"Alright, what else do we need...?"

He read the words as he took a sip from his coffee.

"Something they deeply cared for..."

He thought for a minute on what ghostbur cared for so much that was left in this world

Tommy?

C'mon was he really going to sacrifice Tommy for some ritual to bring back his new boyfriend?

No, but could he if he wanted to?

Somewhat

The color blue?

Sure? He knew ghostbur really liked the color blue but it was just a color

Friend?

No, they're dead

He thought for a minute about what he should do, most of the things he thought he could use were just useless things and people he couldn't just stab randomly.

"What about... me?"

His eyes widened

Could he really use himself? Of course, he could, but how...?

He slowly reached for the coffee he had been drinking and spilled the rest of it onto a small plant around the area before throwing the cup harshly on the ground letting his break into medium shards

Picking one up he proceeded to walk back to the circle and bring his arm to the middle and slice a piece into his skin

The crimson-colored liquid fell from his arm onto the green grass as drops flew from the cut

The warm feeling of blood was the only thing he could feel at the moment, his senses completely dulled down as he looked back at the book.

He ripped a piece of his coat of and wrapped it around his wound as he watched the crimson-stained the walnut-colored cloth

"I told you ghostbur"

"I'm bringing you home"