Multi-fandom X Reader One-shots

Ph1LzA||MCYT||"Ghosty bois inc."

{REPOSTED}

!!!IF I AM INFORMED THAT PHILZA IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH FANFICTION I WILL IMMEDIATELY TAKE THIS DOWN OR CHANGE IT TO ANOTHER CHARACTER!!!

{Ghosty Bois Inc. AU}

{TW: break-in, death, housefire mention, blood, gun, & bullet wound}

{Philza x reader}

 I was dragged along by Tubbo and Tommy to this old house, that Tommy's uncle owned, for their summer break; as Tubbo's older sibling I had to accompany them. However, I thought the home was very nice, and I had wondered what it looked like before it was refurbished after the fire. The front door lead into a well kept living room with a flatscreen tv mounted above a brick fireplace, the floors were a dark spruce, and there was a doorway into a nice kitchen with marble countertops and light gray cabinets. So far, the boys don't believe the place is haunted, not hearing the voices that i've been hearing apparently.

 "[Y/N]! We're gonna check out the attic!" Tommy's almost annoyingly loud voice broke my thoughts as it echoed from the upstairs hallway.

 "You're not supposed to go up there!" I shouted, getting up from my laying position on the couch and running up the stairs to see no boys and the attic ladder down. I sighed, climbing up the ladder to see Tommy and Tubbo digging in the boxes.

 "[Y/N] come look at this!" Tubbo called out from one side of the attic, do which I walked over, seeing the brunette holding a green and white striped bucket hat in his hand. Tubbo said something else but I wasn't listening as I heard another voice.

 "My hat..." The voice was an adult man's, but as I shot my head to my left, where the voice came from, I saw nobody.

 "[Y/N], are you okay?" Tubbo asked, putting his hand on my shoulder, with concern written all over his face.

 "Oh, yeah. Can I see the hat please?" I asked, and Tubbo handed me the hat as I stared at it intently.

 I heard Tommy yell about a sword from the other side of the attic and Tubbo run over to him but I ignored it, if he gets stabbed it's not my fault. I moved to the box that the hat was placed upon, opening it and seeing an old picture. Taking out the picture I saw three men,  the one standing in the middle with his arms wrapped around the other two men grabbing my attention the most; the man had shoulder length blonde hair, a wide smile, a bit of stubble, green clothing I couldn't see very well due to how the photo was taken, however, the thing that had captured my attention in the first place was the hat upon his head, the green and white striped bucket hat I had in my hands seconds ago. I looked around again as I took the hat in my hands again, making sure the boys weren't around before speaking again.

 "Here, it's your hat, right?" I spoke, holding the hat out in the direction I had been feeling watched from. I saw the man from the photo fade into sight infront of me, a small smile on his face.

 "Thank you, [Y/N]." The man, who I believed was a ghost, spoke, taking the hat in his hands.

 "You're welcome, uh..." I realized I didn't know his name.

 "Name's Phil." Phil smiled at me, and I smiled back. We talked for a while, I learned quite a bit about him and I told him about me.

 "Oh no-" My eyes widen, "I'll talk to you later Phil, Tommy found a fucking SWORD." I spoke, but before I walked away Phil placed his hat on my head.

 "You can wear it for a bit, just don't let anything happen to it, alright?" Phil smiled, with a wave as he floated above the attic floor.

 "Thanks Phil, i'll take care of it." I smiled as he floated down through the floor, and then turned to where I heard Tommy last.