POV: the author finally got their shit together enough to post one final oneshot :]
TW: sadness? implied death, tiny mention of nausea and vomit
Third Person POV: Ghostboo
Word Count: 2470
Ghostboo: they/he pronouns
Michael: he/him pronouns
Semi-spoilers but I'm going off the fact that Ranboo said their ghost character 'dies' if he gets too much into singing and dancing and fades away into the afterlife. This is set at the end of Season 1. Mkay on with the story:
Ghostboo didn't want to acknowledge it, but something deep within themself knew the end was here.
An end to themself. An end to what he loves. An end to all things.
With feigned cheeriness, Ghostboo hummed a little tune in harmony with the twittering of nearby birds and buzzing bees. They granted themself the luxury of a few twirls around a field of sunny, rainbow wildflowers growing naively from the lush, rain-watered earth. He knew not to indulge in such movements for too long, or else he would disappear into the unknown land of the dead. But the infamous land of Limbo could wait. For even just another hour more, it could wait. He had one last thing to do before he could leave in peace, and may DreamXD Itself give him strength if he wasn't going to get it.
The permanently messy, green-and-red stained veil hiding Ghostboo's skeletal frame, ceased its soft, angelic swaying as he paused and locked those misty, heterochromia eyes with one flower in particular. A fluffy, purple Allium.
Something stirred with them as their tail flickered gently. Some hidden memories defined this particular flower as a symbol of companionship, sorrow, and warmheartedness. A promise for good times, and the wish to stave off the bad. It felt right. It felt wrong. It messed with their head, but he couldn't shake one feeling in particular: how perfect it would be for the one he was about to see, and to seal a kiss upon what was about to come.
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Gliding casually over the water, and soon the snow, Ghostboo spun a few times and stuck his tongue out to giddily capture a number of snowflakes. They were delighted to find it didn't burn the way it used to when they were alive, yet were oblivious to the fact the sheet was collecting the frozen water before it could so much as grace his sensitive skin. But it didn't matter, at least they were happy.
"Tubbo~! Michael~! I'm home~!" Ghostboo's strong yet whispy, sing-song voice carried into the small two storey house of Snowchester. As they whistled and viewed the outside of their home, they seemed blind to the way the wood rotted, and chunks of its frame was missing. As his ears flickered and tuned in to locate a response, he grew accustomed to a new wave of whistling, this time from the sharp wind catching on the broken holes of the lifeless property. "Hellooo?"
They tried knocking before whistling again to calm their nerves. "Is- Is everyone...hi-hiding fr-from me for a reason...? Guys...?" The faltering of their voice seemed a little foreign to the disheartened ghost, who hadn't felt crushed enough to fall back into such habits since Sam's sword pierced his skin so long ago now. "N-N-No-one's been around for a...a while, now, and, uh, I just- I just don't know... I just can't take it anymore. I'm...lonely. I need...I just need someone. Just someone to talk to before I...go."
The final words he spoke faltered. The hand holding the Allium nearly lost its grip completely. Glazed eyes cast down upon the iced-over front porch. Ghostboo knew two things would happen if he stopped floating above it: one, his knees would give out, and two, the structure would crumble completely. But he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't touch it. Not if Tubbo had to be the one to mend it afterwards. He just couldn't do that to his partner. If...If that was what they still were anymore...
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