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∝╬══→ tw: mentions of death and stalking.
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LOCATION SNOWCHESTER (NUCLEAR FALLOUT CUBE).
YOU COULDN'T LINGER IN THE AREA any longer in fear of safety and also because there's clearly no life left in snowchester. you placed some ladders to replace the broken ones and reached the cube door, turning the handle to pull it open and to the side. you took note of the cube's id number once more in your journal before climbing over the doorframe and entering another cube.
now being in new territory, you examined the door frame again, writing down a new id number. you had to build a small platform to step on before getting down to the ground, hearing the door close on its own. upon traveling through the world, it was clearly much more life-sustaining, having randomly generated land with animals prancing about. you no longer needed to wear a makeshift mask in order to breathe in healthy air. the weather felt moderately warm with sunny skies lighting the way towards the center.
as you went along your merry way, you moved out into a desert biome to discover a city in the distance. it had beaming lights of different colors and sequences, creating a rather attractive sign for visitors. with your peaked curiosity, you decided to investigate. maybe there's civilization. you reminded yourself, walking faster out of eagerness. once you got to the top of the desert hill, you jumped all the way down, being met with various structures built along a desert and plains biome. the architecture reminded you of the smp, walking through to see tall buildings labeled as casinos, hotels, and clubs.
when straying towards the border of said city, you were startled by a rather familiar voice. "hey there!" they exclaimed happily, making you jump. you turned around to be met with wilbur's face in his signature yellow sweater. however, his skin was grayish pale and he was.. hovering off the ground. he literally resembled the appearance of a stereotypical apparition, and the username above his head did indeed say wilbursoot. this must be a replicant. you told yourself.
"h-hey wil?" you slightly questioned, wondering if this replicant would recognize you or say something different- "oh uh- i'm not wil. i'm ghostbur! it's our first time meeting and it's alright. everyone makes mistakes!" his voice sounded so giddy for no particular reason, his face always planted with an adorable smile. "what is your name?" so he doesn't recognize me and apparently he's not questioning how i know him- "i'm y/n. nice to meet you, ghostbur." you correct yourself. you both reach in to give each other handshakes but his hand fades through yours.
