I wonder If He'd Be Proud Of Me

The Ghosts That We Knew

Ghostbur had been...well

Not busy.

He had met a new friend...well not met, and not new.

He had reacquainted himself with an old friend.

He had been talking to him more and more recently when he wasn't trying to talk to his family.

"Hello Schlatt!" Ghostbur said to him in his normally cheery voice.

"Eeeyyy Wilbur! My man! Whats up!" Schlatt said with a wide smile on his face. Ghostbur loved it when Schlatt smiled. Not that it wasn't common, its just that everyone always seemed so sad, and Schlatt always had a smile on his face.

"Not much, I was just talking with Tommy and he's quite sad. I gave him some blue to try and cheer him up but it didn't seem to help that much." Wilbur said sounding disappointed on the last bit of the sentence.

"Hey, thats ok Wilbur. I bet you can make him happy again! How hard can it be?" Schlatt said to...really his only friend. He was too shy to reveal himself to the others...

He's not sure what he did...but just like Wilbur, he apparently had unfinished business to attend to. Something about him was not at rest.

"Hey Schlatt?" Wilbur whispered.

"Yeah Will?"

"I've noticed something about Tubbo."

"Oh yeah? What is it?" Schlatt asked...he remembers Tubbo. He remembered the good times he had as president...and  something from a long time ago...when Tubbo was very young.

"He has the same horns and ears as you. Do you know why that is?" Wilbur asked his curiously.

"Nope. Well maybe I did, but I can't remember now." Schlatt...lied. He knew why Tubbo shared those traits with him.

He was Tubbo's father after all.

But...he had only been 16 at the time.

So he trusted Tubbo to Phil. And told Phil to never tell a soul that Schlatt was his father.

Because Schlatt...felt like Tubbo would've been angry at him for giving him up.

He was so happy to be with Tubbo again after the long separation. Thats why he made Tubbo his right hand man.

....

After that...

It gets fuzzy.

He remembers fireworks and Technoblade.

But not exactly what happened or what he was thinking.

"...Schlatt...do you think...that people didn't like Wilbur? When he was alive that is...they didn't even hold a funeral for him." Ghostbur said looking longingly at the sky. It was getting dark.

"They might not have Will. But I dont think they liked me when I was alive much either. Even if there was a funeral. I dont know what I did...but im not sure if I wanna know if people disliked me that much." Schlatt said.

He had a big ego when he was alive...

But all he wanted was to put a smile on people's faces. So his minimal knowledge about his alive self...makes him believe people wouldn't like him even if he was a ghost.

"...yeah....maybe its not worth remembering then if we've forgotten."

Schlatt disagreed, but he understood where his best friend was coming from.

Both their eyes looked like black pits of death.

But to eachother, they were full of life, they had color.