Right as the figure put its hand on philza, Philza's eyes widen and he pulls up his axe and jerks his head and body around and pulls his axe up quickly, but right as he is about to pull down the axe he sees "the figure." "Who-who are you??" "I am ghostbur! Nice to meet you!" Ghostbur says pulling the axe up so that he won't get killed. Jack, still ok the ground takes that moment to quickly get up and out the door.
Philza put down his axe and started crying. "Y-you look just l-like my son.." Philza says hugging ghostbur. "That's because I am your son!" Ghostbur says. Philza quickly stops hugging him and invites him to sit down.
"Ghost. What was the reason to come back. I thought this is what you wanted Wilbur.! I thought you loved me!" Philza says getting up from his chair screaming.
"The hatred."
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The hatred.
FanfictionWhat if somebody we knew died? Would somebody else come with it? Probably full of hatred. (Ghostbur revivebur fanfic)
