HELLO, AUTHOR'S NOTE —-
(previously there was art here but due to it being heavily old i deleted it :3)
(Banshees have horns because they are relative of Demons in my uh ghost shit au whatever, might release a journal based on em.)
quick note: in some chapters instead of mainly Wilbur it may be mainly Tommy, but not all of em! This is meant to be Wilbur centric, but i guess its also Tommy centric.
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Techno, Tommy and Wilbur were all in the living room, Techno and Wilbur both sitting while Tommy was aimlessly floating around in one area.
Techno was glaring at Wilbur, waiting for an answer.
Wilbur, however, was watching Tommy float about, the child bored to death yet afraid to look at Technoblade in the eye.
Wilbur then sighed, clearing out his throat.
"Um, Techno, This is.. Tommy." He coughed, Techno's eyes then leading to Tommy's.
The instance their eye met, Tommy flickered and reappeared hiding behind Wilbur, burying his head in his neck.
"Tommy. This is Technoblade. My brother." He said, Tommy the. returning a glare to Techno.
"What kind of fucking name is Technoblade?" He replied, responded by chuckles coming from Wilbur.
"I don't know, ask Phil what kind of name is Philza Minecraft." Techno huffed, slightly smirking at the ghost's sudden fright.
"Phil? Who's Phil?" He whispered to Wilbur, cowering from the piglin hybrid infront of him.
"Phil is our dad." Wilbur nodded.
Techno agreed in another nod.
Tommy slightly flickered at the word 'dad'.
Wilbur engaged in a small conversation with Techno based on how he met the Banshee, and practically what he did.
Tommy was lost in his thoughts.
'Dad'.
He was the reason why he was a ghost.
He faintly remembered his mother begging him to run and hide from his father, and if he found him in a pool of jam then he should run far, far away.
He nodded, content at the game they were playing.
He loved hide and seek.
That was, until he was caught.
His mother was right.
Mom was covered in jam.
He slowly stepped forward, unsure what to do now.
Oh, right!
Dad was still looking for him.
He giggled and prodded mom, waiting for a response.
"Wake up, mom. How did you get your strawberry jam over me?" He smiled, still waiting.
A minute has passed.
"Mom?"
He was then answered.
But when he turned, it wasn't mom.
Dad was there.
He had an axe covered in jam.
"Got you." He bellowed, raising his axe.
It was till then Tommy realised what was happening.
The axe, striking down, had reached Tommy's back, jam oozing out of it.
Blood.
This was never jam.
He was whimpering, pleading for his father to spare him.
He was apologising like mad.
The man had just smiled, raising the axe once more.
He was about to strike.
It swooped down, the-
"Tommy!" Wilbur yelled, crouching before the Banshee.
Tommy snapped back to reality.
"Wilbur?"
"You weren't responding when I was calling you. Why were you staring into the distance? Did you see something?" He worriedly replied, brushing a finger against his forehead, sweeping some of his hair.
Tommy shooked and smiled.
"Bad memory."
Wilbur exhaled softly.
"Tell me about it once we're over."
Techno was then looking up from his position.
He hummed at the scene.
Tommy immediately dashed behind Wilbur to hide from the hybrid.
Techno amusedly huffed.
"Say, Wilbur, does the Banshee have an anchor?"
"A what?" Wilbur confusedly replied.
"An anchor. A ghost's soul or entity is usually inhabiting it." Techno confirmed.
Wilbur turned to Tommy, who was also confused.
He then turned back to Technoblade.
"Not that I think of?" He weakly smiled.
Techno sighed
"You're hopeless. Why don't we look for one?"
Wilbur nodded, seeing Tommy's eyes lightly brighten.
It took them some time
They found a strange box covered in white wrapping in the attic.
It was absolutely covered in dust
Tommy instantly clicked when he saw it
"That's it! That has to be it!" He yelled, instantly floating towards the box.
Techno walked towards it, placing a finger on it.
"It's warm. This is it." He muttered.
Tommy was drawn to it.
"What's inside?" Wilbur asked from a safe distance, which was a few meters away.
Tommy picked it up, opening it.
Inside were two discs.
One was decorated with yellow primroses; the other was dressed in alliums, lightly coloured.
They were also warm.
These were his anchors.
He remembered that his mother gave these to him.
He'd love to see him again.
What if she was also a ghost?
What would she think of him now?
He could only ponder.
YOU ARE READING
sorry, don't really care because my life's running on acoustic.
FanfictionWilbur leaves his childhood home where Philza Minecraft had harbored him for the last 24 years. He was finally able to get his hands on a simplistic yet refined home which was near the woods, and located nearby a stream. He decided this would be the...
