Bursona Oneshots

Change (DSMP Ghostbur)

The morning birds loud chirps echoed through the air. The spruce trees covered in m ore snow somehow than when we first came and set up camp. I slowly opened my eyes to see Ghostbur still asleep, but he had moved over to the now burnt out fire. His red beanie was covering his face while his yellow sweater was covered in dirt. My mind quickly went to the dream, Wilbur was okay. He was just trapped in some train station, "I'll be back soon, my love..." Those words spoken by the man I loved echoed in my mind, I knew he was dangerous. But he was the first person I've met that actually cared for me. Now that I think about it, could Wilbur be controlling Ghostbur sometimes to tell me that he was okay?

Before I could think more about this question, Ghostbur opened his eyes and looked around. "Morning, Ghostbur." I greeted, the sleepy ghost smiled at me and sat up, "Morning." He groggily replied. A loud thunder boomed in the sky and shortly afterwards it began to snow quite heavily. "I can't be in the snow!" Ghostbur exclaimed as he quickly joined me underneath the tree, "Why?" I asked, "I burn when water touches me..." Ghostbur responded. Nature didn't really give us much protection over than a few branches, I looked down to see Wilbur's overcoat. Reluctantly, I took off his overcoat and gave it to the ghost, we then began to walk again to find the bird man.

After a while, we came across a nice little cottage. Ghostbur quickly recognized the house and knocked on the door, I followed quickly behind him and stood next to him. A man opened the door, he had blond hair tied in a ponytail, a green and white bucket hat, a green robe, and a pair of large crow wings on his back. "Wilbur?" Phil asked, he turned a bit pale and looked like he was about to faint. "Hello, Phil." I muttered out angrily, Ghostbur gave me a confused look before asking, "May we come in?" Phil quickly let us inside where I gave him a quick glare before sitting down at the table. "I don't understand... How are you here, Wil?" Phil asked as he placed his mug on the counter. Ghostbur gave Phil a oblivious smile and told the story on how he found me.

Every once in a while Ghostbur would look at me to see if I was listening. At one point I noticed that his face changed, like he had just remembered something. Once we left Phil's house Ghostbur quickly grabbed my hands and said, "I remember now!" I looked at the ghost boy and replied, "What?" Ghostbur smiled and replied, "You! I remember how you made me feel, what I wanted to do with you." I laughed a bit at this newfound excitement in the ghost and asked, "And?" Ghostbur then leaned in close to me and replied, "I remember how much I loved you." A sudden chill ran up my spine as I saw Wilbur in the ghosts eyes, the Wilbur I knew. It was almost like he was actually here with me again.

"I know it's a stretch, but perhaps we could try this out!" Ghostbur suggested, "Try what out, Wil?" I asked, the ghost boy had a sudden shade of pink spread across his face as he stammered, "W-We could try being t-together." Ghostbur then grabbed my hands again and stared into my eyes, the same way Wilbur did before he went to blow up L'Manberg.

~Flashback brought to you by Tommy's discs~

We had just defeated Shlatt, well, he had a heart attack and died. It was still a win. We all celebrated our newfound freedom. Well, everybody except Wilbur. I looked around for him to finally confess, but he wasn't there. Suddenly, he appeared in front of me and smiled. He placed his hands on mine and stared straight into my eyes, he looked like he wanted to do more, but instead he just slowly let go and disappeared in the crowd. Next thing I knew I saw him running off and I followed him, where things led up to him being stabbed and me meeting his ghost  counterpart.

~End of flashback~

"I don't know, Wilbur..." I said, the ghost boy widened his eyes and squeezed my hands, "Please?" He pleaded. His hands were freezing, but he was technically dead so that wasn't really a surprise. I didn't want to get attached him since I knew that Wilbur would be back soon, he told me. "At least think about it, please..." The ghost said, I sighed and replied, "I'll think about it." The ghost boy smiled and then quickly hugged me before exclaiming, "Yay!" He had lifted me off the ground a bit just like Wilbur did. Man, it was going to be hard to let the little ghost boy go when it came time to.