"What's the name of the tune you've been humming?" Ghostbur asks the girl out of curiosity. "I don't know." Y/n replied in a childish manner as she blends the colours in her painting. Ghostbur knitted his eyebrows together at the girl's reply. "Then why are you humming it?"
"Because my mom used to when I was little." Y/n tells him as he walks closer to her with a colourful canvas to show. The girl took notice at his work and how proud he looks at his painting that it made her smile the same. "That's nice to know. But my mom's a smart fridge." His friend then gave him an expression of concern.
"I'm telling the truth, y/n!" He raised his voice out of panic which earned him a laugh from the girl. "And your father?" Asks Y/n.
"He's a bird man! A man with big black wings." He said as he stretches his arms to imitate his father's wings. The girl with paint on her face stops her painting and instead watches him. "It seems like your father really does have big wings!" She said with excitement.
Ghostbur grins. "Yea, and his name is Phil!" With a quick glance from her painting, Girl wonder gave herself a nod and sat next her friend to listen more to him. "I also have two brothers! Though I don't remember quite enough..." Y/n's ears perked up by Ghostbur's last sentence.
"You don't remember anything?" She tilts her head to the side questionably. "How so?" She added.
"I only remember the things that made me happy." He confesses to her with his tone a bit sadden. "The rest are blank...And foggy." He has his eyes staring at his blue covered hands with you beside him, providing the comfort he needs.
"...Am I..." He drifted off. The words that Ghostbur said left Y/n's ears feeling empty, she didn't catch the rest of what he was saying. It felt like I missed something important. A tinsy bit of guilt bubbled up inside of Y/n's heart.
Ghostbur then fell quiet, trying to recollect the past memories he once had with all of his hardest to no avail.
As Y/n waits for him to come back, she rests her hand on top of his shoulder with easement for her friend. By just small rubs, Ghostbur snaps his head back to Y/n with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I was lost in my head." Y/n shakes her head as to say 'it's okay, I understand.'
"You know what, Y/n." He begins as he suspire a heavy air. "I promise you, even though I don't have most my memories, I will cherish the ones I still remember." Ghostbur apprises his friend of his plan. A grin that impressions happiness then forms from his lips.
"In fact, I'm gonna make more happy memories!" He grabs Y/n's hands whilst standing up with joy. With the ring of his laughter, he spins the both of them around, clearly happy now that he realized something more important.
"And I'm going to start right now, right here, today, with you! Y/n, my Girl wonder." He squeezes her hands with the sweetest closed-eyed smile that the girl have ever witnessed in her life.
Y/n, though confused about why Ghostbur just spun the two of them around, is happy for his new found goal. And those words from him only made her feel any more giddier.
At that moment, the both of them knew that this is a start. A start of something lovely. A start of something...So unforgettable...
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Colour Palette || Wilbur Soot / Ghostbur x Reader ||
Fanfictionw. soot x reader Paint and brushes. Colours and canvases. Those are the things that Y/n grew up with. A life filled with meaning and creativity. While on her lonely endevours she met a ghost. A ghost who can't remember his life's memoirs. What seems...