The Ghosty Bros - Sleepy Bois Inc.

Chapter 3

Wilbur

Everything went cold and silent. It was all so much smoother and under control, but at the same time abrupt and new. Wilbur wasn't exactly sure of how to help Tommy and Tubbo, but he did have questions buzzing around in his brain that he was just dying to test out. But he needed Tubbo. Tubbo.

"Hey, Tubbo?" Wilbur called, no response. "Tubbo?" Wilbur shrugged it off. He was probably fine. He quickly got distracted by the whole new element.

Wilbur began to understand everything from the kids' eyes. Waking up to a whole new perspective was absolutely horrific and mind blowing. They could communicate to no one, but at least Tommy and Tubbo had each other. Wilbur, on the other hand, was alone. Seeing his form lay down in bed as if everything were fine brought him discomfort and a sense of not belonging. 

He could move around the room, but his legs weren't the thing guiding him. Everything was controlled by his conscious, so he willed himself to move over to the window, not even a smooth movement, just a sudden and abrupt shift in location. He had seen Tubbo move much more smoothly earlier, but this was going to have to work. Perhaps he should find Tommy, or get Tubbo, because as much as he thought this would clear things up, it answered a few questions and created so many more.

He was surprised that Tubbo and Tommy had come to him for help first, but it was the right way to go. They viewed him as a trusted older figure, and often times with streaming and bits Wilbur would offer advice on how to keep people engaged or get more views. As much as they joked around on stream, they were great friends off stream. 

It was good to know that he was the first they came to, perhaps because of his experience, which wasn't very helpful, or because they needed another older friend to help. The ghost hunting was mostly just for a fun spooky stream around Halloween, and he was about as educated as they were, but he had done research about it and gotten the proper materials for such a scuffed bit. 

"Wilbur?" 

Tubbo

The cold sensation was overwhelming. Everything was shifting and tumbling, sense and numbness combined. Then slowly, Tubbo regained sense. Tubbo's, or perhaps he should say Wilbur's, eyes were closed, and everything was dark. He couldn't move a muscle, but he could tell he was laying in bed where Wilbur once was. He was breathing steadily and everything was stable. It was all silent.

A solid minute passed and there wasn't a sound from Wilbur. It was completely silent. Every second his heart sank just a little bit more, but Tubbo had no idea what to do. He kept trying to reassure himself that Wilbur was most likely okay, but he couldn't help but worry. Tommy wasn't around to help if anything went wrong. It was just Tubbo and Wilbur. His mind began to run through the possibilities and his concern began to grow more.

Tubbo always agreed with Tommy for small bits, and he was never the one to take responsibility or worry, but it showed when Tubbo took jokes too genuine. With real, dangerous matters, Tubbo was the most cautious out of anyone, keeping Tommy, Wilbur, and everyone around him in check. Tubbo became a silent leader, the moral support, in these types of situations, not taking charge or saying much, but keeping everything under control and everyone's spirits high. He pushed outwards, separating himself from whatever bond his conscious had with Wilbur's body. He just had to check that everything was okay. 

"Wilbur?" Wilbur let out a startled yelp and turned to see Tubbo. Tubbo flinched back a step and chuckled. "Did I scare you?"

"Tubbo." Wilbur said in his angry lecturing voice that he had heard on Tommy so many times before. Tubbo stood up straight. "Don't sneak up on me like that ever again."

"Sorry, Wilbur. Just I couldn't hear you and my mind started to think of all the possibilities and I had to check you were okay-"

"Yeah, everything's fine. You couldn't hear me?" Tubbo nodded. "That's weird. I'm going to have to figure out how communication works. You and Tommy can hear each other from a distance. I can't hear Tommy after he left, can you still hear him?"

"No, I think he's blocking me out, or perhaps he went to sleep, but I doubt it."

"Oh. Oh." Wilbur quickly changed the subject. "Can we try far distances with each other? It could just be you and Tommy that can talk far distances, it seems your connection with him is stronger. Wait here." Wilbur disappeared from sight.

"Can you hear me, Tubbo?" Wilbur shouted, and his voice echoed like before with Tommy.

"Yep!" Tubbo shouted back. Wilbur reappeared next to the window.

Tubbo was really fascinated by how Wilbur picked up everything so quickly. "Can you teach me how to do the far distance movement? Tommy did it earlier and I couldn't figure it out."

"Oh, yeah. I just automatically started with moving far distances, I can't do the smooth glide that you guys do."

For the next hour Wilbur and Tubbo just worked on moving, grabbing, and phasing through things. They got distracted and just talked for a lot of the time, but they still got to master most everything. It had been a long time since they had actually spent proper time together. It reminded Tubbo of when they used to play Tekkit, but both of them were learning from each other and casually chilling. 

Wilbur was truly struggling with the movement, and they laughed together as he stumbled around the room. Tubbo flickered in and out of sight, but he eventually got the hang of concentrating on the specific location with no distractions. Wilbur's encouragement and excitement made the moment so much more surreal, like his parents cheering as he learned to ride a bike. Wilbur was also extremely curious about phasing, so for a good while they just explored the difference between picking up items and gliding right through them. 

Wilbur was talking about the possibilities of who they could trust and what would happen if the world found out. Surely this was some important scientific breakthrough, but they really couldn't care less. Keeping the world in the dark was probably for the better. For now it would stay their little secret. 

Wilbur still had a lot of ideas that he could use for the arg. Even though Wilbur and Tubbo agreed to keep this out of the public's eye, they still considered doing a spooky stream. With Tubbo, Wilbur could make it more scripted, give more specific answers through the spirit box, and move things around the room just to freak out chat.

People seemed to really like the ghost hunting stream Wilbur did, so Tubbo was down to help if he wanted to do another. 

"I was planning on doing another YLYL Friday afternoon, but we could do a ghost hunting stream later instead." Wilbur suggested. "It would probably be better to do a late night stream because there's no one working to complain about me being loud."

"Wait, do I get to be part of the arg?" Tubbo said enthusiastically.

"Ooh, yeah." Wilbur had so many ideas and Tubbo's excitement was growing exponentially. Friday was going to be so much fun. 

Despite the good time they were having together, Tubbo missed Tommy. He should be with them. 

"Wilbur? Can we go get Tommy?"

"You think he's still awake?" Tubbo looked at the clock. It was about 2 am.

"It doesn't matter, we can wake him up. He shouldn't lose any sleep because of it."

"Sure. You want me to come with you?"

"Yeah." Tubbo had only visited Tommy's place once before. He had never actually went into the house, but he knew the address. Wilbur had never seen the place, so Tubbo led the way. It wasn't all that recognizable, but the number and street matched his memory. Tubbo found Tommy's room quickly. He knew it was connected to the living room where the dogs slept because Tommy always complained about them coming in at the middle of the night. 

Tubbo didn't care if Tommy didn't want to talk to him, they were making crucial progress and Tommy was missing out on it. He touched his hand and just as fast as he replaced Tommy's conscious he pulled himself away from the body. 

Tommy definitely wasn't pleased to be abruptly awoken. "TUBBO YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE-" Tommy stopped his angry thrashing when he saw Wilbur. "Oh hi Wilbur. You're... here. Wh- What are you guys doing here?"