ᴍᴜʟᴛɪғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ | ᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴡ ғɪᴄs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ɴᴏᴛᴇs

THE GHOST OF YOU { ARTHUR MORGAN X IMAGINARY FRIEND FEM! READER}

Summary: It's about a boy with his imaginary friend.

Warning: IT'S ARTHUR MORGAN AHHHHH SAVE A HORSE RIDE AN OUTLAW. The making of Arthur Morgan, Young Arthur Morgan, TB warning, fluff, high angst, betrayal, Chapter 6 happened, spoilers for anyone who didn't play RDR2 yet, death, injuries, blood, mostly Arthur's POV. Major characters death.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"What are you going to say to your mother when she sees this?"

5 years old Arthur Morgan turned his head to the source of the voice next to him. There he saw you the same age as him looking at him with your big innocent eyes kneeled next to him. In front of you both was a favorite vase of Beatrice Morgan which was broken.

Arthur's lips quivered before he let out a quiet whimpered. You widened your eyes before scooted closer to him, hands immediately arounds him.

"No no! Arthur you are a boy! You shouldn't cry, we- we'll settle this together" You reassured him by patting his back.

"But it's Ma's favorite vase.. I broke it" Arthur muttered tearfully. He accidentally bumped into his mother's vase while playing with you. He knows that it was his mother's favorite vase now it's broken because of his own carelessness.

You shook your head. "It's okay! She must understand that you didn't accidentally break it, Arthur. Your mother is a good mother, right?" You beamed.

Arthur parted away from you. He then nodded his head and wiped his face. He sniffed. "Yeah, Ma is a good Ma" Arthur said confidently.

"So I'm sure she understands that you didn't do this on purpose. If she's mad, I'll be with you!" you smiled.

Arthur sniffed before he too smiled. Later that day, when Beatrice Morgan returned from shopping in the nearest town and saw her vase broken, she just only sighed before smiling softly at Arthur. She knows her only son did it but he was just a 5 years old boy and she didn't feel like scolding him because she can stand his innocent baby face. She loves her son so much.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

~ 2 years later ~

It was raining quite heavily that morning, Arthur and his father standing in front of a fresh grave that had just been buried. Beatrice Morgan died of unknown causes. No one knows what happened to her except Arthur's own father to which his father did not tell him what caused his mother to die. Arthur eyes casted to his mother's grave with a sad and broken face. He lost his mother at a young age. Any kids are not supposed to witness their parents' deaths at a young age but here is Arthur, standing in front of his mother's grave which was still red under the umbrella that his father held over his head.

There, only just him, his father and a few close people who knew his mother including the Reverend whose preaching holy verses on his mother's grave.

Arthur's eyes were lifted towards his father's face which showed no reaction or emotion on his face. As if he was emotionless with his wife's passing. Arthur frowned at this. Husbands should be sad that their wives are gone. Their loved ones are gone. But why did his father hold no emotion on his face? Arthur's gaze was taken elsewhere.

"It's okay to be sad, Arthur"

Arthur's eyes darted towards you who was standing next to him wearing a long black dress. He didn't say anything but he suddenly felt his eyes start to water. He cried so hard that day until he fell asleep.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

~ 4 years later~

1874 was the year Arthur Morgan would witness his father being hanged for larceny. He was a petty criminal and outlaw, no wonder his punishment was severe. He stood in front of the stage where his father would be publicly hanged. Lyle Morgan stood with cold and yet dread on his face. He knew his fate. As soon as the noose was tied around his neck, he began to tremble. Lyle Morgan began to feel fear for the first time. The fearless and cold outlaw was afraid of death.

His eyes found Arthur's. He knew that his boy couldn't do anything. He was just 11 years old boy. And yet he witnessed his father's death. His young innocent eyes. Arthur knew that he and his father had a strained relationship due to his father being an outlaw and someone who neglected his responsibilities as a father but he loved his father so much that he hated what his father did. And yet, that was his destiny.

The lawman announced Lyle Morgan's name and his crimes to the crowd there. Arthur's hearing seemed muffled hearing the last words from the Lawman.

"May he rest in peace" said the lawman as he pulled the lever.

The floor that Lyle Morgan was standing on suddenly opened and he fell. His neck snapped, his oxygen cut as he struggled to breath before his body limp with lack of moved and oxygen.

Arthur noticed his father's hat falling to the ground with his body hanging. People gasped and cheered for his father's death. Finally the outlaw was dead, that's what they said. Some people looked at Arthur with disguised obviously because they knew that Arthur was the son of the outlaw. Some of them pitied him because he had been orphaned at a young age. Arthur didn't care about them instead, his eyes were only trained on his father's lifeless body.

Soon, the crowd there subsided. The lawmen had gone and there he stood alone, still looking at his father's body. He then slowly walked towards his father's hat. Despite his strained relationship with his father, he still loved him. He kneeled and took his father's hat before he put on his father's hat even though it was a little big for his head. Arthur stared at his father's body one last time before he left. He had no place to stay nor did he have any immediate family. He was alone. No one was with him.

Arthur walked toward a hidden alley in the town before he leaned against the wall and slid down, his knees drawn up to his chest as he sat on the dirty ground. He cried. He cried and cried hoping that someone took him in or be with him. Hoping that you were with him but you were nowhere there nor were you with him since his father was hanged. It's like you vanished into thin air. He realized that you were not a real friend, instead you were just his own imagination.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

~ 3 years later ~

1877, a 14 year old Arthur Morgan walked aimlessly in the town street. His eyes searching for some rich people who are ignorant with their wealth. They only look at people who are at the same level as them and they will spit on people who are not up to their standards. Just because they have money doesn't mean they can treat people who are lower class than them with ugliness. Arthur glared at the rich man who arrogantly spoke of his wealth.

That man surely will be Arthur's next target. He slowly walked towards the man and deliberately he bumped the rich man, sneakily pickpocketed him and stole his wallet. He muttered sorry to the rich man to which the man cursed and swore at him. Arthur ignored that and walked quickly to leave. Not knowing that there were eyes watching him.

As soon as he reached the secluded area he sighed in relief. He pulled out the stolen wallet and took out a large amount of money from the wallet. His eyes widened with satisfaction. He tossed the wallet on the ground and started walking away from the area but then a hand suddenly greeted him. His collar was pulled up and there he saw the rich man from earlier.

The man's face is red.

"You bastard stole my money! I'll make sure I send you to the law and hang you!" the man yelled.

Arthur's hat fell to the ground as he struggled to be released.

"let me go you bastard!" He kicked them man's stomach.

The man's shouted in pain as he released his gun from Arthur. The man kneeled to the ground as he groaned in pain in his stomach. Arthur without wasting time ran away from there, leaving his hat behind. The man shouted.

"Thief! thief stole my money! help!" the man shouted immediately alerted lawmen who were guarding there.

The lawmen searched, Arthur ran away from there with a pocket full of money. As soon as he was sure that no lawmen were looking for him, he began to feel relieved. He took out money from his pocket and smiled contentedly.

"that's sure can cover for 2 weeks"

Arthur's head jerked back. There you stood wearing pants and yellow shirt. You are now all grown up obviously the same age as him as he's the one who created you. Arthur turned his gaze to the money in his hand. Ignoring you as he started to walk away. You tilted your head to the side.

"you're ignoring me?" you said as you started to move closer to him.

Arthur kept on ignoring you as his eyes darted forward. You were only in his head. It's been 3 years you hadn't appeared in his mind now you suddenly appeared.

'Arthur why are you ignoring me?" you asked as you stepped in front of him making him stop. He avoided his eyes from looking at you as his face suddenly turned sour. You frowned.

"Arthur?"

"shut up" Arthur spat as he walked through you. After all you were just his imagination.

You frowned even more. :oh now you're going to pretend that I don't exist, great" you rolled your eyes. "come on, Arthur. We're friends we're always together"

Arthur keeps on ignoring you as he walks along in the hallway. You followed him from behind.

"Arthur?"

Arthur didn't say anything.

"Arthur?!"

"You're not real!"

You fell silent. Arthur exhaled rapidly as he glared at you. You're at a loss for words.

"you're not even real, hell you're just my imagination! You should have been gone from my mind for the past 3 years!" Arthur yelled.

He might be crazy for shouting into thin air but in his mind you don't have anything to say back to him. You're speechless.

"But I'm your friend since childhood.. Why now you-"

"Friends?" Arthur scoffed at that. "Friends are supposed to be together no matter what, not leave them alone in their hard times" Arthur walked away from there.

And just like that, you vanished from his mind.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

~ 12 years later ~

1889, Arthur crawled, reaching for the gun that was lying not far away. His face was full of cuts and blood. His body was in pain so was his inside. Arthur stretched out his hand, reaching for the revolver which he succeeded but then a foot stepped on his hand that held the revolver. He groaned in pain as he looked upward. There Dutch looked at him coldly.

"It's over now... Arthur. It's over." Dutch said, slowly to him.

Arthur heaved. He feels betrayed by his supposed father figure. His mentor, teacher and leader. The one who saved him from the harsh world. The one who taught him to read, shoot, hunt and so on to become who he is now.

"Oh, Dutch... he's a rat. You know it and I know it." Arthur rasped.

"He's sick... he's dying... he's talking crazy." Micah reasoned as he groaned in pain.

Arthur kept on looking at him through his bloodshot eyes. "I gave you all I had... I did." he said weakly.

"I..." Dutch opened his mouth but no words were spoken by him.

"Come on. Dutch... let's go, buddy. We made it. We won. Come on." Micah beckoned the leader.

Arthur lay on his back as he sighed as his breathing got tighter. "John made it. He's the only one. Rest of us... no. But... I tried. In the end... I did." he rasped.

"Come on... let's go. We can make it. Come on, Dutch... come on!" Micah beckoned the leader desperately.

But Dutch silently turns around and walks away. Micah growls angrily and walks in the opposite direction leaving Arthur there. Arthur sighed heavily although he could feel that time was getting shorter. So with the little energy he had, he crawled with his struggle to the cliffside.

Arthur groaned in pain as he dragged his heavy body to the cliffside. Hoping to watch the sunrise. But then he stopped as he felt his energy disappearing rapidly. He feels his heart beating dropped more and more slowly. But Arthur keeps on pushing himself. As Arthur reached the top of the cliffside, he started adjusting his position but he had no energy. He grunted.

Suddenly, he feels some presence next to him, he must be hallucinating if he suddenly feels a soft hand on his arm. He turned his head and there you are, mature face, wearing a long white dress looking at him with sympathy.

Yeah, he hallucinates at the end of his moment. After several years of forgetting you, you suddenly reappear but this time, it looks like you are greeting him to another world with how beautiful and bright your aura is.

You smiled genuinely at him. "hello, Arthur. It's been a while" you said softly.

He let out a weak chuckled. "i thought i buried you in my mind a long time ago"

You shook your head dismissively. "no you didn't bury me enough for me to suddenly reappear at your last moment" you put your head on his chest.

Arthur lifted his weak hand to put his hand on your head.

"you died and so was me"

The sun rose as Arthur let out his last breath. His soul vanished and so was you. Leaving his physical body stiff at the top of the mountain facing east.