Ghost Hunters Are Overatted. (DSMP/SBI Ghost Au)

18/ A Voice From The In-Between

"Wilbur, are you sure we couldn't have just used your dad's car???????" Tubbo said, exhausted from walking. "Oh I don't know how to drive." Wilbur stated, not looking tired in any way. "Couldn't we take just a small break?"

"Maybe it's because you're small." Ranboo teased. Tubbo pouted, wiping sweat running down his forehead. "Wait." Technoblade ushered. "I think we're here." He said, looking down at the coordinates. They all looked around for a while, trying to find a gigantic mansion surrounded with agents and guards. But, there was nothing. "Where is it then?" Wilbur asked quietly. Everyone thought for a moment. Tubbo looked down, staring blankly. "You guys don't think he lives underground, do you?"
Everyone looked down at the grass covered ground. "Hmm, possibly." Wilbur stated, scratching his sweaty forehead. "If it is, how do we get down there?" Wilbur sat down on a nearby rock, Tubbo laid down underneath a tree, making use of the shade. How would they get down there? Or is this guy's house not even down there? If they did dig it up, what if it's just a cave? It would be for nothing.

..He knew Tommy was here. His ghost, he could feel it. Tubbo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "What are you thinking about?" Tubbo heard a voice. It wasn't one he recognized. Usually, he would panic, but he was calm. Tubbo slowly opened his eyes. He could immediately tell that this wasn't the same place he laid down at. It was under a tree, yes, but the leeves had grown pure white. Tubbo stood up, scanning his surroundings. He must've fell asleep, and now he's in a dream. That's what he thought was happening. "Hello?" He said calmly. He waited for a response. But he wasn't anxious. He could only feel relaxed. "Aha! Hey, bitch!" Tubbo knew that voice. He turned around, face to face with Tommy. He stared blankly at him. He didn't think he would look like this. He's seen the pictures in Phil's house, yet here, Tommy seems so much different. His hair was almost pure white, the same color as the leaves, and he was so tense. "So? Are you just going to stand there?" Tommy said with a smirk. Tubbo smiled at him. "Hi, Tommy." He said patiently. Tommy chuckled before relaxing himself, untensing his body. "How is my family and friends?" He said more calmly. Tubbo has never heard Tommy be so relaxed. "They are doing good, Wilbur might be obsessed with my husband." Tubbo stated. Tommy did a teasing smirk. "Are you talking about Mark?" He asked. Tubbo stared blankly.

"Mark?"

"Yeah, Mark?"

"..Do you mean Ranboo?"

"You told me to call him.. something. I forgot what you said and now his name is Mark."

Tubbo stared at Tommy blankly again. After a couple of minutes of staring, Tommy broke eye contact. "You should meet Karl. He's the one who brought you here." He said.
"Who is Karl?"

"Hello Toby!" Tubbo turned around, only to be greeted by a snowball in the face. All the calm he had when he got here was now gone. "What the fuck man?!" He shouted. The boy who threw the snowball looked only about 22 years old. He laughed while walking up to Tubbo, then held his hand out. "I am Karl, Karl Jacobs." He announced. Tubbo stared at Karl. He's heard this name before, but can't remember where. His voice seemed familiar too, but the only way he could describe it was like a voice from the in between. "I brought you here. It was a request from your friend." Karl stated, pointing at Tommy who was covering his face with his arms. "I told you not to tell him that, you prick." He muttered in his sleeves. Tubbo chuckled. "This is just a dream though." He said. Karl stared blankly at Tubbo with his arms crossed. "You think you're in a dream?" He asked with a look of confusion on his face. Tubbo sighed with a patient smile. "Yeah, of course it is." He announced. Karl hesitated. "Mmm, you're not exactly in a dream per se.." He said, breaking eye contact with Tubbo. He looked at Karl, who looked like he had just drifted off. Tubbo stared at him blankly. "Hello??" He asked, waving his hand in front of Karl's face. "Oh!" Karl gasped. "So sorry, happens sometimes." He stated nervously, scratching the back of his head. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, Tubbo decided he wanted to wake up from this weird dream. "Can I wake up now?" Tubbo asked, he was considering pinching himself to wake up. Karl stayed silent, examining Tubbo's face. "If you really want to." He finally said with a patient smile. Tubbo did the same smile at him, then waved goodbye to Tommy, who silently waved back at him awkwardly. Then, everything went black.
But when he opened his eyes, he was at the same place he was when he was still awake, under a tree, in the shade.