A Matter Of Self

Alone

Happy Late Birthday  MistraltheSkelegirl a tiny bit late but writers block ya know <3

Dre whimpered, he'd woken up to empty house.

He was very confused, specially of the confusing moments before he went to sleep.. it had been sleep right?

Cheerful, where was cheerful?

He gave chirping calls over and over, usually if he cried Michael would come out of hiding giggling.

"Chrrrr..." Dre cried, there was no answer.

Slowly he shuffled out of the room, looking for sightings of Cheerful, Bee or Tall One.

Nervously Dre finally got to the bottom floor, the rest of the home was empty and with his small size it wasn't easy to get around.

A frown covered there face seeing the main door opened, Bee had always made sure it was closed to keep mobs outside.

"Chr?" He chirped poking his head outside, chill air and a fresh dusting of snow on the ground.

'Pretty' he thought, seeing a dark sky above with a big large moon.

Slowly he hoped through the snow, looking for any trace.

He quickly became disoriented and lost as he was rarely outside, Cheerful didn't leave the house often to play.

He shrieked in shock as he was suddenly picked, black eyes looked upwards to see who had grabbed them.

"Chrrr?" Dre said in confusion.

"Hello," the other said quietly.

Tall One looked down at him, but.. also wasn't tall one.

Dres head hurt!

"Come now, here isn't safe right now," Ghostboo said and began to walk, unknown to many this was moments after the Ghost had appeared.

"Chhrr, chr," Dre chirped confused.

What was going on?

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Ran... no Ghostboo stared at the tiny creature that had lived with Ranboo and his family.

He didn't know why he had gone to retrieve the creature, but something told him this creature was important.

He briefly looked in the direction in where Ranboo had died, he had been surprised he had not first appeared here.

The ghost didn't want to admit he was glad, being dead was great in that his memories were much better. Yet it also hurt, knowing his death meant he could not rejoin the family anymore.

Tubbo would have to find Michael, and he would have to wait it out.

The dead were not suppose to walk the land after there death.

"We have quite the ways to go Dream," he whispered, then blinked and shook his head.

Strange.. why had he called the creature Dream?

"Right... your Dre aren't you," Ghostboo continued, yes that was right.

Yes... the void had told him to protect this one.

Why? He was sure they'd all find out.

Lady Death had her reasons after all.