Georgebur Onshots

🥀Ghost🍄

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Ghostbur floated or leaped around the lonely flower forest, everything on the smp was going bad but with his blue filled heart. The sadness was sucked out and he couldn't feel that heartbreaking emotion. Everyone was in a dark place, while the friendly ghost was fluttering around with a bright see-through smile. Ghostbur thought he was alone, but began to pick up someone's voice. Who was it, and why are they here alone? "Hello, is anyone there? Are you alright?" His voice echoed as floating slightly above the ground taking his leaps to the other voice.

The heartbroken cry was shrieking discordant violin music to his ears. The pleads of a desperate cry for help, for someone to help this....boy? "Are you alright?" He dropped to the ground near the brunette in pain. "No...I'm not alright. I'm crying my eyes out can't you see?" The male hissed aggressively, with the red puff from his eyes. With the tears dragging down his skin, as if it were Ghostbur in tears he could feel that burning in his ghostly skin. "Why are you so sad? Would some blue help?" Ghostbur smiled gently with blue dye in his hands staining his pale see-through hands.

"T-Thank you..." He thanked as he held it as the dye stained his hands. "Are you ready to tell me what's wrong?" He asked the other short brunette who was in sadness. "My b-best friend used me and then threw me away like a pawn...now he's in prison not regretting what he said or did. It hurts so much." He spilled out, Ghostbur could only feel pity and sympathy for this hurt brunette. "Well Ghostbur will be your new friend!" He suggested and grabbed his hand looking at him, his luminous blue and brown eye. "Yeah sure I guess." He placed his clout glasses next to him wiping the tears away with smudges of blue across his face.

"George....L-...Lore! George notfound, Lore!" Ghostbur said George's full name as it caused a little chuckle to him. "I heard kisses make everyone feel better, also blue!" Ghostbur cheered on as the 'kiss' part gave a rush of flushing cheeks. Ghostbur sat up a bit as his pale ghost lips kissed the top of George's head. It somewhat brought a smile to his face, maybe it was right. The way it felt and tickled him a bit gave a nice smile. "You look very pretty when you smile." His voice echoed to a soothing tone as it was honey slipping down your throat. "You are a sweet Ghost. Maybe too sweet." George felt better, he completely forgot of his sadness as this Ghost replaced the dying emotion of a new blossoming love.

Ghostbur left kiss marks all over George's cheeks as the blue dye caused them to smudge to a kiss mark. Every kiss gave a smile and giggle. It tickled more and gave a bigger smile. "Mushroom boy, more like my mushroom boy!" Ghostbur happily said as George leaned more close to the Ghost near him. His mushroom boy, his new friend, his new beloved...

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"Phil, have you seen Ghostbur around?" It had been awhile after the ghost said he'd be doing some project. "You'll have to wait and see George soon. You never learned patience have you?" The old man asked, putting supplies away in his little cottage chest. "Well, who needs patience these days. I just want to know where he is, ever since Dream's threat to him...I've been so worried." George tried to calm down about it but he didn't want to lose his love and hope. "You don't need to worry mate, he'll be fine. Dream is in prison anyway." Phil reassuringly patted his shoulder while leaving to do more on his list. He wished it was easy to not worry but the thought of losing him shattered his mind.

He wandered around the cottage looking at a picture with Tommy and Wilbur. He never knew Wilbur that well, most of his interactions with the man were not very pleasant. The election they had with Quackity probably damaged their relationship of being friends. But George could tell he was a good man to his eyes, with not much information. "George! I'm so sorry for the long wait." The beloved Ghost floated as he ran with Friend on his leash. The blue sheep and him were together as friends as the sheep was also a comfort pet to the two.

"I was wondering where you went!" George felt ghost arms wrap around him with the feeling of love. "Come with me, I finished the surprise!" Ghostbur dragged him around the snow ground as George held the leash to Friend. What could this loving ghost have planned? That's when they both escaped the snowy biome and found themselves in a forest they had met in. Dark Forest, but with the bright lights of fireflies gleaming and glowing around them and Friend. "Ghostbur-" George looked around the place as when he turned around to see him, there was a beautiful hand woven ring from the vines of trees and tiny little blossoms of flowers.

"It's a promise ring!" His innocent voice explained handing it to George as he placed it on himself. "A promise to be your friend and lover for all eternity!"

It was a lovely promise....but not every promise is true.

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George sat at the grave of Wilbur as he gently pet Friend who sat by him with the leash in his lap. That sickening thought came true, Friend and George would never ever be able to see Ghostbur again. His old best friend revived him, killing the ghost sending him to Limbo replacing him with..Wilbur. When Wilbur was revived he didn't remember much at first, but took a look around absorbing everything. Everything Ghostbur ever did was now flowing into the memory of his alive state.

"George." Wilbur whispered out as he was in his Burger van looking out at Las Nevadas. Who would have guessed, Philza his father tried to reunite the two but it didn't feel the same. Wilbur wasn't sweet towards George and the other was silent and all he did was look at the promise ring that Ghostbur had promised him.

It would never be the same, and would never feel the same.

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