Waltz of glass tears

Waltz of tears

This fic is based off of the song , I Hear A Symphony (well that's what they're dancing too.) At some moments in the fic Ghostbur will call Tommy ,Sunshine, don't ask why, I just think it would be cute, and y'know what, Tommy sometimes will call Wilbur moon because then it fits!

Enjoy this sh!tty fic ( I'm bad at ✨summaries ✨）
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There was an announcement, an announcement that someone else was coming into limbo. Limbo was usually extremely lonely, so Ghostbur had mixed emotions about a new person coming in. He was happy to finally have someone to talk to and give blue too! But he was also sad as someone else had died, and as the person had been revived, their spirit could no longer roam the freedom of the SMP ( not that there was much anyways), being left to sit in a lonely train station for the rest of eternity.

The train doors dinged open, making the battered teenager sit limply on the Snow-White  tiles. Ghostbur was horrified by Tommy's state, his face cut and punched, his clothes and skin across his body torn into, his limbs skinned and burnt.

Ghostbur heard slight sobs coming from Tommy, making him feel even worse for the child, he was too young , he didn't deserve this. God , why does Tommy always do the dumbest, stupidest, craziest things ? He always ends up hurt or with one less cannon life. Jesus Christ Tommy, you couldn't stay out of trouble for a few days, and look at what state you were in now.

That's when Ghostbur remembered one of the most important things about Tommy, he danced for comfort. Tommy was a delicate dancer, Ghostbur knowing how to play calm melodies on his guitar, and sing with his voice making anyone listening feel like they're completely free from all of their problems.

The blue-obsessed ghost patted the kid's shoulder gently, an even softer smile on his fragile face. He crouched down and hugged Tommy, making him realize he was not alone in limbo. Innit looked at Ghostbur, and after realizing who he was, he returned the hug happily, his charred hands feeling rough on Ghostbur's injury-prone skin.

The sheep-loving ghost stood up, holding his hand out for Thomas to take,the younger ghost taking it for support as he wearily got up off the floor.

"Relax, have a dance."

"Moon what do you mean, there's no music?"Tommy's voice was now no more than a pathetic whisper, rather than his loud, energetic, alive( mentally) , clearly British accent.

"There will be soon Sunshine!"Ghostbur replied, slipping his guitar out of a bag ,which it had been contained in for who knows how long. He began fiddling with the strings, arranging it into a normal, angelic tune. He cleared his voice quietly and began drumming lightly on the strings of the guitar.

Tommy's eyes lit up, a small spark igniting up his pupil as the soft tune echoed around the isolated limbo. The younger man's body strode into an elegant ballet routine, beginning something that be had been practicing his whole life. Then the lyrics began, still calm and fresh in both of the spirits brains.

I used to hear a simple song,

Tommy jogged into an extraordinary leap, sending his transparent body across the air at a lovely, noticeable speed. The clean air felt good around his untouchable skin, making him feel once again free, unlike he had felt in that goddamn awful prison cell, locked up with that green bastard.

That was, until you came along,

He landed on the feet, striding into a flurry of movements, his body constantly moving, the constant flow of limited blood in his body running warm. No matter how fast he went, the teen always found a way to make every movement about him graceful, always nimble and quiet.