My ghostboy.// Wilburxreader

Recurring ring

A/n: Thank you for all your guy's support i didn't think this would be as engaging as you say it is, enjoy the next chapter ❤️

Y/n POV:
— fail
I remembered where i knew it from. That dream, the one Wilbur and i shared. That's why the random aggressive strumming felt right, because it was right.

The faint guitar noise stopped at the same time i stopped, in unison. I only knew one other person who knew the song, Wilbur. I looked around for Wilbur, he was no where to be seen. He was still a ghost.

My head hurt so bad that i felt like curling up and crying. This was supposed to be the ending, Wilbur was supposed come alive and kiss me. Like the dream. I just wanted this to be the fairy tail i romanced it to be.

I wanted to hug him, i was desperate, touchstarved.

I sighed, putting down the guitar carefully. I walked to the kitchen to get some water to help clear my head. Wilbur was the only thing on my mind, plus that stupid song.

I wanted him to go away, for the first time since i've 'met' him. I wanted and wished i never met him. My heart ached for this weirdly angsty yet sweet ghost.

The presence of him haunted me for the first time. It felt like someone was hovering over my shoulder and it scared me. I've only felt his presence one other time and it wasn't a bad or scary type thing, it was cute. This time it was horrid.

I felt bad, i wanted for him to go away though he was quite attached to me. I mean the guy died and didn't know why, you can't help but pity him. I only wanted him to go away because of how much i ached for him.

I slumped around the rest of the day getting weird and concerned looks from Tubbo, yet he didn't ask about it. Jubilee Line faintly played over and over in my head like a record on loop, an unstoppable record.

At some points it sounded like it was more of an eerie ring replacing the soothing strumming of guitar. It was continuous. It was like talking over the playing, but the voice was eerie,

distorted.