TW: SELF HARM!!!!
Tommy was waiting for Wilbur to come back.
He wanted to scare him, as he had nothing better to do.
It would take a few hours for him to come back, but he decided not to just stand by the door like a puppy waiting for its owner to come back.
He decided to explore the place, see what changes Wilbur made.
He looked around, seeing not much changed.
The rooms were much cleaner, and it was so clean that you could eat off the floors.
Not that you should.
He then decided to go upstairs.
He opened all the rooms except the bathroom, he wanted to leave that for last.
He looked in Wilbur's room, seeing his guitar.
He couldn't help but walk up to it and play for a good 15 minutes.
Playing just sort of became his pass time.
He checked the room next to wilbur's.
This room belonged to he and his brother.
He didn't know where he went, however.
He loved green, and he enjoyed teaching Tommy how to swordfight back then.
Soon, he became manipulative.
He then left, disappearing into the forest.
That was a year before Dad went mad.
He sighed, shrugging off the emotions.
He didn't want to show weakness.
He then headed to the room, which was previously overgrown.
It was slightly cleaner, and the windows were still broken.
The majority of the plants had been placed into pots, hanging from the roof and arranged in corners.
It was much tidier.
He remembered seeing his mother, dangling from the roof.
He wondered why she had made a swing without Tommy.
Ever since then, he was very lonely.
Dad used to take his anger out on him.
He even pushed it too far.
He was then alone.
But he never actually was.
Tommy was always there.
He made him pay.
He ended his suffering.
It's fine now.
That was a good 5 years ago.
If he was still alive, he'd be 14.
Ghosts don't physically age, however.
He was permanently 9 years old.
He left the room, then placing his hand on the knob.
He felt hesitant, for some reason.
What if he had more memories coming back?
It was fine when he forgot everything.
Why did he have to remember?
He opened the door, seeing the room all clean, spiders no longer roaming free snd ants exterminated.
However, on one of the cabinets he had spotted a hint of yellow.
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sorry, don't really care because my life's running on acoustic.
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