[𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂] 🎐(bottombur)

🍂"Wilbur!!"🍂

It was the sixth of December, thirteen years after...he left. For good. Quackity was busy with everyone, and everything else now. It's not like all those years before. He knew well that..he, not himself, but "he" was gone. The brunette with the brown eyes and glasses. Thinking about him was like a bullet to Quackity's heart. He missed him. But he knows that he'll never see him again.

...that was until midnight the next day.

Quackity needed a break for a bit. So he walked along a trail and found a large crater. L'Manburg. He exhaled, remembering everything. He looked away. But, the smell of smoke and warm light of fire caught his eyes. There was a scorching ring of fire surrounding a person, like a flaming halo. Without second thought, he ran over, full pace, to the person. "Are you alright?!" He screamed from just outside the ring. His answer was a laugh. But not a hysterical one...a psychotic laugh. "Well, long time, no see!" The person's vivid scarlet eyes gleamed. "Do I know you??" Quackity stepped back. "It's your boy Wilbur!" The person laughed once again and and the flames blew with the wind....

...he was back.

"...WILBUR?! N-NO THAT- THAT"S IMPOSSIBLE! YOU'RE- YOU'RE DEAD!" Quackity wanted to believe it, but couldn't...was Wilbur actually standing in front of him? He definitely was. "Oh, I can assure you, Alex. It's me. I'm back."

But he didn't look like or sound like Wilbur. He had a white streak in his hair, bandaids all over his arms and face, scarlet and smokey gray eyes, his voice was so raspy and a lot of his body was stitched on. But the identical counterparts were the brown hair, the glasses, the trench coat, a flag of L'Manburg embedded onto his sleeve, the yellow sweatshirt, the British accent and the laughter.

"...Is that really...you?" Quackity exhaled disbelievingly. "Notice the similarities between us? You know Ghostbur, right?" Wilbur shuffled his aching body forward. Quackity thought for a minute. "Yes. How is it important right now." He willowed sadly. "Oh, you know. He's the spirit form of me when I died. However, I am also him. The real Wilbur is never, ever, coming back. I am the re-embodiment of him. I'm a whole different person. Same goes for Ghostbur. Different entities with different minds. The one you call Wilbur is dead. Sure, I can be revived, but I'm not him." Wilbur looked him dead in the eyes. "But that's impossible..you're right here, you're Wilbur.." Quackity grabbed Wilbur's neck gently. "..unless you're lying." He willowed. "Oh, but I'm not," Wilbur reached to his own face and peeled one bandage off, revealing a dark blue heart. Every Minecraft family member but Tristen has a heart marked on them of different colours. Dark blue meant middle child or twin.

Headcanon! As the story says, every Minecraft family member has one!

Dark red - Oldest/ Twin (Techno)
Dark blue - Middle/ Twin (Wilbur)
Bright red - Youngest (Tommy)
Neon green - Parent (Phil)

Colour codes so you understand better

Now back to the actual stuff

"...you're actually..." Quackity gasped. "Ye- ACK!" Wilbur got cut off due to being hugged.

"Wilbur!!"