|Silent whispers| SleepyBoisInc. Ghost Au

-Chapter 1-

Tommy could only let out a sigh of relief when the taxi finally stopped. It had been a long day and the driver wouldn't stop talking about the town's history and about his children and maybe something about fires? Tommy wasn't that certain but one thing was for sure, they were finally here. Tommy and Tubbo had spent multiple weeks planning for their trip and had decided to rent a house for the summer. The house was astonishingly much more affordable compared to the other options. Although there were some comments on the website that were slightly concerning. Most of these comments mostly were discouraging staying there and some ghost sightings stories which Tommy felt was some kind of running joke or something. There was no way ghosts existed right?

Summer Break was supposed to be a relaxing week for two best friends to hang out but so far it had been more of a hassle. It had already been incredibly hard to get a taxi to bring them into the middle of the woods which Tommy felt like was a very inconvenient place for a house. Why was this house even doing in the woods? It wasn't really that far in and would have most likely taken them twenty minutes to walk to. So far, It was quite hard to convince his parents to allow him on the trip in the first place. Opening the trunk, tubbo grabbed his bags and his big bee plushie that Tommy felt was highly inconvenient, before thanking the driver and moved towards the front porch of the house.

"Wow, This house looks like it hasn't been used in ages..." Tubbo chirped in, "Maybe we can actually catch some ghost! Tommy, we could be ghost hunters!" He added thrilled. The sun was setting making the house look much eerie, causing Tommy to dread the place even more. The house itself looked old, with the lacework of the happy spider stretched out between the supports and dust gathered on the window panes. As soon as Tommy entered, he was hit with a musty smell of papers and ash. This was going to be a pain to clean up. Tommy dropped his luggage and bags on the floor, making sure that he did not break anything before heading out to explore. While tubbo decided to open up the windows to let fresh air in. Walking around, The house looked somewhat big, there might be stuff he could uncover, his unpacking could wait.

 The house was surprisingly pleasant, despite the faint smell of smoke and cinder, there was a nice living area with some couches and the dining room with quite some clutter. The drawers seemed to been opened in a hurry and there was a Satchel Backpack sprawled on the floor near the backdoor, which was locked of course. The bag was obviously thrown down in a hurry. Inside the bag, there was hardly anything other than a pocket notebook filled with scribbled score sheets. Tommy only managed to recognize some notes from his forced piano lessons. Other than that, there was also a mobile phone which had a cracked screen. It most probably had been from dropping or something. Tommy could relate as his phone was usually cracked a lot due to his "hyperactive tendencies" as his mother would generally call it. The phone was sadly dead, He would love to look through it and took a note to find the charger later on. There could be something interesting inside. There were also earbuds, some stationary, and a pack of mints. Finished with the bag, he continued his exploration.

In the house, there was also an upstairs with only one bathroom which Tommy wasn't that happy about. There was no way multiple people lived here without fighting for the bathroom. In addition, there were two bedrooms and a master bedroom that were filled with their own Independent themes. It was clear that the people who owned the rooms had different tastes in interior designs.

As soon as Tommy opened the door to the first room with lots of effort, the door was stuck and it took him five minutes after ramming himself against the door, he started coughing due to the dust in the room. The room was filled with shelves of trophies, medals, and plaques covered with a coat of dust. The walls were covered with pink wallpaper which was already peeling off. There was a white fur rug on the ground and a bookshelf. The bed was in a mess with  There was a small metal crown on the top of the bookshelf, must have been a party hat or something. Otherwise, the room was mostly neat and tidy other than the questionable amounts of pig figurines. Whoever owned this room clearly had an obsession with pigs but Tommy wasn't going to question them. 

In the other room, there was a clock that did not have any numbers on it, how the previous owner managed to read it was a question. There was a simple acoustic guitar leaning against the shelves. The guitar was surprisingly clean and seemed brand new and out of place compared to the dusty mess. The shelves were filled with some classic literature books and a poster of 'hamilton'. The bed was in a mess with a shark plushie on the floor, along with the scattered music sheets and post-it notes. The words were hardly visible and slightly smudged. The walls were a simple rustic white and a small fish tank on the desk with a piece of paper which was yellow with age that said:

 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒,

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝐼'𝓂 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒫𝒽𝒾𝓁 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒰𝓂𝓂𝓂... 𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝑜𝓊𝓉.

𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜.

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 :)

Tommy could only assume that someone named Phil lived in the house before and someone called blade? Weird name but who was he to judge? At least the dude left a note, the last time he tried to sneak out to a party he was grounded for weeks, and he didn't even leave a note.

The master bedroom was locked so he decided he might break the door down tomorrow if he didn't manage to find the key. He was already exhausted with his previous attempt to break into rooms. There was also an attic, they could do that tomorrow. Done with his exploration, Tommy decided to head back down the stairs. Halfway down the stairs, he could hear the faint strumming of a guitar in which he guessed was from the second bedroom upstairs. Which was strange as there was nobody around when he was exploring. It could have been tubbo though, he was quite quiet at times. There was a possibility that he might have snuck into the room.

"Tubbo...What are you doing in there?" Tommy asked as he inched back up the stairs, closer towards the room. "Tubbo?" Tommy tried again.

"In where?"Came a voice from behind and Tommy jumped before whipping his head around to look at Tubbo. "Jesus Christ! Tubbo promise me this, never ever ever EVER do that again." Tubbo could only stifle his giggles as he muttered his apologies. Tommy stopped in his tracks, "Wait...If you're here...What made that noise?" Tubbo could only look at him in surprise. "What are you talking about? You must be really tired."

"Yeah, maybe you're right....."Tommy decided before going back to help tubbo with the boxes. Now with the mysterious sound long forgotten, Tubbo and Tommy continued to move their baggage. Talking and Snickering as they moved back downstairs.

In the room, the barely visible man in his black beanie and yellow sweater could only pick the guitar strings, smiling sadly in the morning sunlight that leaked into the room.

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Yay! First chapter!

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Credit to @wolfythewitch  for this Au. ('• ω •') ♡