Tubbo had always been a bit weird.
Not that it was a bad thing! They all were weird in some way.
But Dream knew something was up when he started talking to no one.And no one would talk back.
He'd ask a question and a soft voice Dream could barely hear would reply.
It's been going on for 5 days now.
They could just ignore it. Chalk it up as something to cope but...That d*mn voice! Why was it so d*mn familiar?
Still, Dream shrugged it off.
He shrugged off any chills he got.
Or the familiar sounds of Tubbo and Nothing talking.
Or the soft huffs of laughter that reminded him of someone he once knew.He pushed off the sorrow he felt when seeing a stupid-looking green and white bucket hat when they were cleaning up in the master bedroom.
Or the urge to vomit every time he looked in the mirror and saw soft caring blue eyes that weren't his own paired with his blond hair staring back at him.He pushed away the chill he got when entering a familiar pink room.
Or the urge to drop and sob the moment he sat on the red bed.There had been someone here.
But who?He had ignored the tan room altogether.
Opting to not enter the room that played soft melodies to its passerbyers.
Opting to ignore his need to walk in and sit on the windowsill and laugh.
He wouldn't be laughing this time though.
So he ignored the room.He only entered the white and red room when he needed Tubbo.
Every time though he felt nauseated.
It was like he could see the blood still splattered on the wall even though it had been carefully scrubbed off long ago.
It was as if he could hear the sobs from who had once sat in an unstable chair in the center of the room even though it was now replaced with his brother's soft laughter and replies.Dream hated this room the most.
He wished he knew why.
Or maybe it was he wished he didn't know why.Ultimately,
He hated the basement the most.
Downright refusing to go down.
Tubbo too seemed...
Cautious
About it.So George and Sapnap were the ones who cleaned out the basement.
They didn't look so fine with the basement when returning up though.
What the h*ll did you do?
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A Family Of Spirits
FanfictionOh shoot! we picked the haunted house again.. (Cover not mine, might change it later 💕) How dare you! Making writing cute ghost bois seem so easy! Uuuuugh!