Revived - Wilbur Angst

Chapter 19

Ghostbur's POV

(Back to the start 

of the surgery. It's basically the surgery from Ghostbur's point of view. Long chapter!)

TW: mentions death, house fires, angry mobs, death, burials, bodies, burns, abandonment, homophobia, non accepting families, crying, screaming

I didn't really understand what my brothers were doing. But I did know that both of them were very nervous. Especially Technoblade. So I began to drop some blue petals near where he was standing. I wondered if he'd notice.

I would have dropped flowers but I didn't have too many. I'd used a lot on Phil's flower heart and I'd been very busy following around everyone to make sure they were okay.

Too busy to pick full flowers even which was a shame. I hugged Friend tightly. The wool was very soft against my fingers.

Suddenly Techie's gaze sharpened with interest. I followed his gaze to the small pile of petals on the ground.

I was waiting for him to realise that it was me but then Tubbo came in.

"Don't worry. If we fail he's already dead. We just may have added to the deadness."

I laughed slightly. I wondered who they were referring to. Then I shrugged. I believed in my brothers so I think I'll know soon enough.

"I'm sure they'll be fine without me for a bit. Don't you think Friend?" I asked the sheep before giggling.

Then I floated through the walls, towards where Ranboo and Tommy were chatting.

"They're about to start. Do you think they'll be able to do it?" Tommy whispered. "I don't know... but can we not talk about this now? I just- not now-" Tommy nodded in understanding.

I floated lazily past them, their conversation of ice cream getting quieter and quieter until it faded away completely.

I floated over to where I got some of the flowers.

It was an old overgrown house, wooden and covered in thousands and thousands of jasmines and wisteria that had crawled up the outer walls and fence. The tall grass surrounding it had old plant boxes with Himalayan blue poppies planted inside. I assumed they'd germinated (A/N I cannot remember the term and I'm far too lazy to look it up so sorry if that's wrong.)  into the tall wavy grass.

It was gorgeous yet haunting. Just like the backstory.

I'd heard from the ghosts living here what had happened.

Two lovers a long time ago had decided to run away. After all they were both young. They both came from posh families. And they were both men.

That was a bit of a problem for society.