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TWS: ANGSTY, SUICIDE MENTION, SWEARING

1st Person Y/N

It had been... I don't even know how long it was since my lover, Wilbur, had impaled himself after he blew his nation to smithereens. Despite him being fucking unhinged I still loved him with all that was in me. I had been mourning him since. Tubbo would come to my house every now and then to make me eat and make sure I hadn't... unalived myself. I had thought about it, but I knew that I would see him again. Some day. Tubbo told me that Wilbur is still here just as a ghost. One day his ghost, who is known by the name Ghostbur, came to my house. I thought it would make me feel better but he isn't like the man I know at all.

Flashback to said day

I was laying on my bed, tired despite sleeping all the time, when I heard a knock on the door. I sighed. I was too tired for Tubbo.

"It's unlocked." I said in an irritated voice.

Instead of Tubbo I saw who looked to be a ghostly version of Wilbur. He looked the same besides his light skin and the gash across his chest, dripping with a blue liquid which I could only assume to be blood. "Hello Y/N!" He had the same voice as Wilbur except he sounded happier and his voice had a slight echo.

"W-Wilbur?" I could feel tears well up in my eyes. I thought I was hallucinating from the lack of physical shit.

"Almost. I'm Ghostbur!"

"So- so you're n-not Wilbur?" I was about to cry for the opposite reasons.

"No no! I am still him. Just- just different!"

I started to cry. I had missed Wil so much. I would do anything to be with him again but the chance I do get is completely wrong.

"Oh no! You're crying! Here have some blue!" Ghostbur got a glob of drippy blue shit and handed it to me.

"I don't want your blue!" I snapped. "I want Wilbur back!"

"But I am Wilbur!"

"No you fucking aren't! You may resemble him but your not him!"

"Oh. O-okay." The ghost closed the door and left. I knew I should've felt bad but I didn't. I just miss Wilbur so much.

1st Person Ghostbur

I wanted to make Y/N feel better but I just made them feel worse. I really messed up. They just want me to- to be alive again. I know what I can do. I get to the prison and set up a time to visit Dream.

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I had made it to the prison. I vaguely remember someone saying that Dream could revive people and I knew that would make Y/N happy and thats all I want.

"Hello Sam! Today is the day I visit Dream right?"

He said it was and took me through the steps and led me to the room. He had lat the wall of lava fall revealing Dream. The platform starting moving so I hopped on before it left me.

"Oh hey Wilbur's ghost."

"Hello Dream." I waited a second to make sure that the lava had completely fallen. "I have heard that you can revive people?"

1st Person Y/N

Today Tubbo had convinced me to go on a walk with him, Tommy, and their friend, Ranboo. We were having a nice walk until we heard a commotion near where Wilbur had recently, or not recently, died.

"What the fuck was that?" Tommy asked.

"Race you to see!" Tubbo said, taking off before Tommy could start running.

"You can't do that!"

"But I did!"

We were all running to the spot until Tommy had stopped.

"W-Wilbur?"

(A/N)

this one is sad as shit. sorry i didnt post earlier i had birthday celebration shit. have a good day.

signing off

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