(DISCONTINUED) DreamSMP x reader one-shots

Ghost Roommate (Wilbur + Ghost! reader) [platonic]

kinda based on the video above! stuff like ghosts and such have always intrigued me, so I thought I would write something about it! enjoy! (Also slightly based on the song "Friendly Neighborhood poltergeist")

plot: Wilbur's house is haunted, so he tries to communicate with the ghost. it turns out, they just wanted a friend :) (Takes place at the beginning of February)

Wilbur had moved into his new house about a month ago and was slowly starting to get settled in. He had gotten rid of most of the woodlice, and had almost completely furnished the place. It was kind of starting to feel like a home. There were a few things that still felt... off. Like how things seemed to be in a different place than where he put them last, or how he would hear footsteps and creaky floorboards in the middle of the night, but he usually just blamed them on his roommate not being able to sleep.

That was, until he decided to do another ghost hunting stream in his house.

By himself.

At 3 in the morning.

He sat down in the center of one of the upstairs rooms, a candle he had lit not to long ago sat beside him as his light source. He had a Spirit box sat next to him as he spoke into the empty room. "So chat, I've already done one of these in my office, but I had someone with me. This time, I'm alone in my house," He said in a fairly loud voice. His roommate had gone to bed, wearing headphones so he wouldn't have to listen to his shouting. "So, how about we open up with this." he started "If there are any Spirits in this house, We welcome you to speak with us. We mean you no harm," he said, almost shouting. 

You were laying out on the couch that had been moved in that morning, messing around with a  small rubber ball. You were throwing it up in the air, practicing keeping your hand solid for more than half a second. It was the only thing you could do at the moment. You had only been doing this for a few months, what do you expect? Being dead isn't as easy as it seems. 

You heard the males shouting from the upstairs room he sat in. Something about spirits being welcome to speak. Deciding to investigate, you made your way up the stairs. Not knowing which room it was, you walked through some of the walls. It took some concentration, but it worked. You found the tall one, who you had yet to learn the name of, sitting on the floor with a candle and a small box. You walked over, sitting in front of him knowing he couldn't see you. He glanced around the room nervously before he spoke again. 

"Spirit, or spirits, here I have a device. It's like a radio, but you can use it to speak to us," He said, switching it on. It made a horrible static sound that made you flinch slightly. You decided to use it and see if it really worked. "My name is Wilbur, can you say that back?" He asked. He was attempting a method for spirit boxing he had seen online. Tapping the box, you spoke. "Wilbur," You said, the radio buzzed through channels for a moment before a voice that sounded similar to yours spoke in stutters. "Wil-Bu-r" the box buzzed. A look of fear yet excitement went over his face.

"Why are you here?" he asked, looking around. You thought for a moment, remembering the night you got stuck here.

"C'mon, (Y/N)!" Your friend called you over. You were going into what was known as the scariest house on the block for Halloween. It was supposedly abandoned, but was somehow kept in great shape, only one window broken. That was the way in. Your two friends had already gotten in through the window, and you were the last one. People walking around the house must have wondered why they heard 3 adults whisper shouting at each other. Making it into the house, you wondered how (F1/n) new about this place, let alone knew their way around. Making into the house you looked around. 

You were in the basement of the house, and it looked like there was a way to get to a secondary basement below it. Your friends had the idea to go down and investigate it making your way down, you saw the floor was mainly dirt as if whoever was building the house had abandoned the floor, calling it a day, and never coming back. There was a decent-sized hole in the ground that looked to be about 8 feet long, 4 feet wide, and 6 feet deep. Those were measurements that almost matched a grave. Thinking it was some sick joke, you turned around to face your friends again, only to be met with cold metal to the head. The next thing you knew, you couldn't breathe, and everything faded out.

Then you woke up. Partially transparent, and able to move freely. It took you 2 days to learn how to walk through walls. It was freaky. You found out the room you were knocked out in had been sealed off with concrete, erasing any evidence anyone was there. 

Your 'friends' had buried you alive.

"I was buried alive. I'm stuck" you spoke into the box, it coming out distorted. "Bur-ied Al-iv-e. St-uc-k" The box spoke. A look went over his face, almost like it was sympathy. He kept asking you questions, such as how old you were when you died (21), and other things. Soon, he ended off his stream and got up. You walked behind him as he walked to his kitchen to get some water. You had hopped up onto the counter and sat there watching him. He had left one of his guitar picks on the counter, and you were fidgeting with it out of boredom. You heard him gasp and drop his cup, which was luckily made of plastic, making you look up, to see him looking straight at you. Not at his pick that you had in your hand, but at you. He looked panicked.

He reached over to the side of the sink, taking out a butter knife, as if that would protect him. "H-How did you get in my house?!" He stuttered out. Looking shocked, you pointed at yourself, speaking. "You- you can see me? Like, see me, see me?" you asked. "Of course I can see you! Explain why you're here!" he shouted. "Ok! ok, fine, let me show you, but you have to promise you won't freak out," You said, raising up your hands In defense. Letting your legs fall, they slowly faded into the counter, your torso up now only being seen. "How- How are you doing that?" He asked. You smiled slightly before speaking. "C'mon Wilbur, we just talked about this. I was buried alive. I'm dead" you responded.

He wavered slightly, before falling on the floor. He must have passed out from shock.

You could already tell this was going to a strange experience for both of you. You were stuck here, and he was the only one that lived there that could see you.

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this was fun to write! I might make a part 2!