-Life Goes On- (A DSMP Fanfic) / (Indefinate Hiatus)

Chapter 4

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They settled themselves in the living room. The ghost tried its hardest to not phase through the couch, but it failed, so it sat on the floor.

"Do you have a preferred name? I know Ghostbur doesn't like to be called Wilbur." Ranboo asked.

The ghost shook its head. The ghost isn't anyone in particular, they just were someone else previously. It doesn't make sense to have a name, really.

Tubbo sat in thought for a moment, pulling on his hair. After a while, he made an affirmative noise. "We could call you Ginnit!"

The ghost considered it and nodded. Ginnit was an okay name.

"Okay then. Ginnit it is!" Tubbo stood up and walked to the kitchen. "I'm going to start dinner! You can show him around, Ranboo!"

Ranboo stood up, and Ginnit stood up after him. Ranboo showed Ginnit everything downstairs before heading up to the second floor. It was there that Ginnit heard clucking and chaffing sounds, and he strayed away out of curiosity.

In one of the rooms was a small zombie piglin child playing with a chicken. The child noticed Ginnit and gave a small grunt, picking itself off the floor. The child tried to touch Ginnit's hair, but quickly became upset when it was not able to do so.

Ginnit made a concerned jingle and tried to console the child, but was not able to. Ranboo entered the room, saw Ginnit's distressed face, and gave a giggling warble. He picked up the child and gave it a gold ring, to which the child immediately stopped crying and became enamored.

"This is Michael. He is Tubbo and I's son. He really likes gold things." He set Michael back down in his playpen. "I'm guessing he thought your hair was gold."

Ginnit nodded. Ranboo looked pensive. "I wonder if there was a way for you to become more physical..." Ranboo was silent for a moment before he brushed the thought away with his hand. "We'll figure that out soon enough. Tubbo finished dinner. If you want, you could join us or see the room I've set up for you."

Ginnit thought for a moment before holding up two fingers. Ranboo nodded and led the ghost to his room.

The room was simple. It had a cot on the floor with blankets and pillows. There was a big clear window on the far wall with heavy curtains framing it on either side. There was a chest and an enderchest next to the cot in the corner.

"I figured we could help you decorate it over time." Ranboo said sheepishly.

Ginnit jingled and Ranboo left.

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By the time Ranboo came back downstairs with Michael, Tubbo had made some bowls of cream of mushroom soup. The bowls were steaming as Ranboo set Michael in his high chair and sat down. Tubbo sat across from him.

As they started eating, Ranboo asked the question he had been holding in all evening, "Can you explain what just happened? Where did he come from?"

Tubbo looked up at him, "I found him at the cemetery. I have good reason to believe, as well as you, that Tommy has pulled a Ghostbur. It is important that we keep him safe."

"That makes sense, but keep him safe from what?" Ranboo asked, confused, "As far as I know, nothing can kill a ghost. They have infinate respawns."

"That is true. I meant keep him safe as in ease him back in slowly." Tubbo clarified, "He has massive memory loss and if he meets the wrong people at the wrong time, a lot could go wrong."

"What do you expect we do?" Ranboo asked, spooning more soup in his mouth and keeping Michael from tipping his bowl. "Get him adjusted and send out the news, then let people visit?"

"That is the intention, yes," Tubbo said, finishing his soup. "We just need to make sure it isn't anyone who wants to hurt him."

"How do we do that?" Ranboo asked.

"We'll figure it out when we get there."