Bursona Oneshots

Zombie Man (Revivebur)

The sounds of the gravel and dirt moving under my feet was a familiar sound since I basically just traveled around my whole life. I tried to make friends, but like a family who had someone in the military I knew I would just get up and move in a moments notice so there wasn't really a point, my feet suddenly stopped and I looked up to see a fine man standing in front of me. 

He wasn't that much taller than me, probably about 6 feet tall. He had a white streak in his brown curly hair and he was wearing a brown jacket over a yellow sweater, he had some burn marks and scars on his face but still, he was quite attractive. I mentally slapped myself back to reality, 'you can't get attached, y/n' I thought to myself, this tall man had been staring at me this whole time, a small blond child suddenly appeared behind him and said, "Oi, you coming?" The brown-haired man covered the child's mouth and then looked at me, "Are you lost, little one?" He asked.

I pretended to be annoyed with the nickname I was given and replied, "I'm not little, I'm 22 if you must know, sir. And no, I'm not lost." The man smirked when I called him sir and said, "Oh? Then why are you here, little one?" 'Christ why did this guy have to be such a bitch' I thought, "I'm just traveling, I was told that someone named Wilbur would be waiting for me. Do you know where I could find him?" I replied, my good friend Karl had told me about this Wilbur guy and told me repeatedly that we would get along just fine.

The guy smirked again and then bowed his head at me as he said, "I am Wilbur." I took a step back and examined this man, 'He does fit the description Karl gave me.' I thought, the blond-haired child kept staring at me as if he'd never seen a woman before, "Hello." The child finally spoke, he had a disc with him, interesting. "Hello then, Wilbur. A friend of mine has told me about you." I said, Wilbur smirked again and looked me up and down before replying, "All good things, I hope." I could feel his eyes on my body before Tommy interrupted, "Oi, wait a minute, lady. Who the fuck are you?" 

I adjusted my (f/c) cloak and my (f/c) hat before replying, "A friend of Karl's." The child got annoyed and replied, "I mean like, what's your name?" " My name is (y/n)." I replied. Wilbur's eyes appeared to light up slightly before he said, "Ahh... Quackity has been talking about you a lot." I rolled my eyes at hearing his name. "Oh, yeah he can be annoying times."  I replied.

"Someone understands." Wilbur responded, the blonde child suddenly pushed Wilbur back and shook my hand before saying, "I'm Tommyinnit, but you can call me Big Man." I pulled my hand away and replied, "Yeah, no. I'll call you Tommy." Tommy pouted and Wilbur pushed him out of the way, "What are you doing here, (y/n)?" Wilbur asked, "I travel from town to town, I was told by Karl to visit the ruins of L'Manberg and to meet you, Wilbur." I replied, I lied about the first part, I wanted to sketch out the ruins to later add to my journals. I wanted to see Wilbur to try to help him mentally.

Wilbur adjusted his hair and said, "I see... Tommy?" Tommy looked at Will and replied, "Yeah?" "How about we show Phil our new little friend?" Tommy then grabbed my arm and led me to this Phil guy.

The whole way there Tommy was interrogating me about how I got here and what I liked. I could tell that Wilbur was taking mental notes while I answered Tommy's abundance of questions. Once we reached a nice little cottage the two stopped and looked at me, "This is my father, Phil. He'll be glad to know that someone is coming to visit." Wilbur said. He wasn't quite like Karl said.

~Flashback brought to you by Tommy's discs~

"The guy isn't okay, I'm telling you, (Y/n.)" Karl said, (Y/n) had been listening to his rambles for the past twenty minutes. The two had been friends for years at this point and she was used to these rambles. "You're telling me the same guy that blew up L'Manberg got revived after 13 years and is now just wandering around doing God knows what?" Y/n asked. Karl nodded and she looked out the window of her small cottage.