After Wilbur's death, Ghostbur cannot remember everything that has happened recently. However, he can remember a few stories from the past, as well as discovering things that he had forgotten..
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-The bright sunlight shined through the curtains of Tommy's bedroom, slowly waking the boy up. The blonde haired boy began to open his eyes as well as stepping out of his warm bed. Tommy rubbed his eyes, trying to get used to the golden light around him. Yawning, Tommy exits his room and starts getting ready for the day. While brushing his messy hair, he hears a faint knock. Not knowing if it was just a noise outside or if it was someone knocking on his front door, he sets down his gray hairbrush and makes his way to the window. Looking outside, he is met with the President, his best friend and adopted brother Tubbo. Tubbo notices Tommy peaking through the window and waves at him. Tommy smiles and quickly rushes to face Tubbo. Tommy opens his door and is greeted with the shorter, brown haired boy in front of him.
"Good morning, Tommy," Tubbo smiles kindly. "You're here quite early in the morning, is something up?" Tommy asked, stepping outside and closing the door behind him. Tubbo shakes his head, "Not really, just a few things I would like to talk to you about," Tubbo starts speaking. Tommy's eyes get fixed on the golden badge on Tubbo's uniform, the badge shines in the warm sunlight, taking Tommy's attention off of Tubbo's words. "Of course you don't have to come," Tommy manages to hear just in time. "Yeah, I'll come, give me a minute," Tommy replies swiftly, not knowing what he was getting himself into. Tommy signals to Tubbo to stay where he is as he turns around and enters his house. Tommy searches around his house for some snacks and a weapon, just in case something were to happen. He boy finds his netherite sword hidden away in a chest. The uses his sleeve to brush off the dust, coughing a little bit in the process. Tommy exits his house once more. Tubbo starts walking down the path and Tommy follows beside him. The two start talking about political stuff and things about L'Manberg. Tommy wished he said no, for he never liked talking about this stuff, it was boring. But Tommy decided to not be a jerk and continue walking long the wooden path. Tommy and Tubbo walk past Schlatt's funeral area. Tommy scoffs and continues walking past, getting the feeling that the portrait of the late JSchlatt was looking at him, taunting him for his mistakes. Tubbo stopped to look at the place once more before running to catch up with Tommy.
Secretly, Ghostbur had been trailing behind the two, interested in their conversation. Ghostbur stopped following and turned to look at the funeral, realizing that he had never been here before. He saw a portrait of a brown haired half ram hanged above the dark and mysterious grave. However, on top of the grave sat a man.
It was another ghost. He looked like the portrait hung above him but more pale. Ghostbur inched closer to the ghost who sat alone. The other ghost didn't seem to notice Ghostbur's presense until he heard his voice, "Hello!" Ghostbur said. The ghost seemed a bit startled but calmed down when he lay eyes on the friendly looking ghost in front of him. "Uh, hi?" The ghost mumbled awkwardly. "My name is Ghostbur, or you may know me as Wilbur," Ghostbur says cheerfully, happy to be meeting another ghost. Ghostbur reaches a hand out to the ghost, urging him to also shout out his name. "My name is Schlatt," he replies, taking Ghostbur's hand and politely shaking it. Ghostbur sits down on the grave, sitting awfully close to Schlatt. Normally this would have made Schlatt uncomfortable but this time it felt like they were close friends. "I remember you, sort of." Ghostbur laughs as Schlatt looks at him with a confused expression, "You ran for President a little while ago." Schlatt still looks confused as hell, "I did?" Ghostbur stops giggling and looks at Schlatt a little more seriously, "I guess you don't remember, huh? Well that's fine, there's a lot I don't remember since my death."
