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𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

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Wilbur/Ghostbur x Reader

Sitting at the edge of the large crater of what L'Manburg used to be, you couldn't help but think about death. Not specifically your own, rather, death in general. He loomed beside you everyday, taunting you, telling you to join him. You never did. His promises never did sound very promising. Perhaps they did to Wilbur.

Wilbur.

How much you missed him, you couldn't convey with words. Your feet dangled off the edge of former L'Manburg. You wondered if death taunted everyone like he taunted you. Sometimes he'd even bring Wilbur up. When he would, he seemed persuasive. His promises seemed to have depth. Still, it would be foolish to trust him.

Was that what Wilbur was? Foolish? You could only imagine how he must have trusted death, giving into him at such a young age. But was he truly that young? He was, but his mind was wise, older than his body was. He was far more mature than almost anyone his own age. Perhaps that was what made him such a great leader.

But a question was still stuck in your mind like glue— if Wilbur was so wise and such a great leader, how could he have gone absolutely senile? The tips of you lips tug into a frown. Was it death, or was it something else? Yes, losing L'Manburg was devastating, but Tommy didn't go mad— not like Wilbur, at least.

Before they were thrown out of their country, Wilbur always has composure. He always had patience. He was always calm and collected. Was it simply a persona he always put up? Was he finally revealing his true nature, or had he just changed?

You remembered the nights the two of you lied top of the van, talking about everything and nothing. You would have never expected that looking back at such fond memories would ever bring tears to your eyes.

Hearing a soft rustle behind you, your head turned to face the direction of the noise. Your head titled in curiosity upon noticing a sheep that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, its vibrant blue hue being quite odd.

"Hey little guy," you greeted, offering it a warm smile. You scooted away from the crater.

"I wonder where you could have come from..." You muttered.

The sheep didn't shy away, nor did it move towards you. It simply stared at you intently, as if it knew something that you didn't.

"What?" You asked, as if it could respond. Of course, it remained silent.

Your eyes widened as you heard a voice yell something in the distance. You remained silent as you tried to decipher what they were saying.

"...riend...? Frien...? Friend?!" Slowly, the voice became more clear. It seemed familiar, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

The sheep bah'd, as if responding to the voice. Your brows laced together in confusion.

Another rustling came from the bush, and your eyes darted to behind the blue sheep to the plants. A man appeared from behind there, eyes wide and a worried expression plastered over his face. His expression immediately changed once he spotted the sheep, his nervous frown replaced with a find grin.

"Friend! There you are!"

The man had translucent grey skin and darker grey hair. He wore a yellow sweater, slashed at the middle. His eyes were a vibrant blue that matched the sheep's wool. 

Your eyes widened in surprise as you gazed the familiar man, and you felt your eyes grow glossy.

"Wilbur?" You must have been hallucinating.

Said man's face turned to you, and he gave you a kind smile.

"Oh, I'm not Wilbur. I'm Ghostbur!" He replied cheerily.

"Ghostbur?" Confusion laced your tone.

"Indeed! I'm Wilbur's ghost." He beamed. You paused for a moment.

"And... you..." you trailed off. He seemed to understand your confusion.

"I don't remember very much about being Wilbur. I can't really remember how I died. I'm learning a lot of new things about him as I go! Did you know him?" You opened your mouth to speak, but the words died on your tongue.

"Once," You muttered bitterly, memories flashing through your mind.

You stared at this new Wilbur. He wasn't the same, but reminded you of Wilbur. The real Wilbur. You smiled hopefully.

You and Wilbur has never truly gotten your happily ever after. A hole was left in your heart because of his absence, and you thought it might never be filled. But seeing this new Wilbur could only fill you with hope. Maybe, even if things didn't work out with Wilbur, you could try them out with Ghostbur.

Maybe this could be your second chance.