The ghost sniffed as he pulled his legs closer to him, huddling up against a wall of the empty, cold train station of Limbo. Wilbur's limbo more specifically. He lost count of how many days...weeks...years..he's been there.
He missed Friend, his blue sheep. He missed his friends, family, and his home.
He wanted to go home.
He wanted to be home.
Why did he have to be here?
He just wanted to go home.
He buried his face in his legs, continuing to cry as he always did in limbo, despite the pain it gave him.
Home was all he could think about.
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Hey its Hex/ Foolish/Nathan here! First story is done after being...postponed (we all know it's cuz of me procrastinating- no need to call me out if I call out myself) but hey, it's short and bittersweet :)
I'll be making more if I get inspiration and don't procrastinate- so farewell lovelies!
YOU ARE READING
Angst oneshots to make people sob :)
FanficTo pay an omage to my old account (that's now dead af-) I'm making a angst oneshot book :D where I just conjure all the deep, dark things I come up with in my brain and put them on a chapter. probably gonna update this during the weekends cuz that's...
