Come And Get Me

Chapter Fourteen

"Tommy?" 

Vil had just arrived back in Pogtopia not a few hours ago and was sitting up with Michael when a familiar soft voice rang through the ravine again. He stood up and walked out to see the same figure below him, happily waiting to talk. 

"Ah, Ghostbur, welcome back. What brings you here now?" 

"Well, I had to leave when you were in Snowchester so I wouldn't get sick, with everyone yelling and fighting, but I got worried about you, so I thought I should come by and-" 

Ghostbur was cut off by Michael excitedly running past Vil on the steps, oinking. 

"Oh! A new friend! Who is this?" 

"Oh, that's my uh... little brother, Michael. I'm teaching him Sign Language since he only speaks Piglin right now." 

"Oh, that's lovely! Hello Michael! Would you like some blue, little one?" 

Ghostbur held some of the squishy blue substance out to the child, who took it excitedly and signed "thank you" back at him. Vil Looked down at him and ruffled his hair before telling him to go back and play, directing him back up the stairs. 

"So, you just wanted to stop by because you were worried about the fighting in Snowchester then big man? Is that all? Because I'm really alright." 

"Well there was just so much yelling and I saw you up on the roof which didn't look very safe and I just wanted to make sure you were okay and-" 

"I'm alright, big man, home safe and everything." 

Vil cut off Ghostbur's excited rambling a bit, becoming more annoyed with the person he considered to be a "fake" version of his dead brother.  Vil wanted nothing to do with any version of Wilbur that wasn't his Wilbur. It would never be the same to him, no matter how much this "Ghostbur" tried to care for him. But at the same time, he was still too nice to just tell him to go away. It felt like taking care of a child, almost.

Ghostbur, on the other hand, thought of "Tommy" quite fondly, as his little brother still, and genuinely only wanted to help. He worried about him being out here all by himself, and he tried to visit when he remembered to, though his memory wasn't very good anymore. He wanted his brother to be okay, and he knew he often wasn't, despite his claims otherwise, so he did his best to try and be there for him. And though "Tommy" didn't seem to much want his help, he never told him to stop either, so he was going to keep trying. He was his brother, after all. 

"I'm glad you're okay then Tommy! Here, take some blue, just in case. I know someone else said they were going to come by here, so I won't keep you, but take care of yourself okay?" 

Vil took the blue, putting it into his bag on his waist once again, and made a bit of a face as Ghostbur ruffled his hair. 

"Yeah, I'll try big man."