Ghostbur died and he doesn't want to come back. Yet he feels empty, like he's missing something.. until he meets Wilbur. Wilbur promises that he knows how to become alive again, and if Ghostbur's willing to help him, he won't regret it. But what happens when Ghostbur learns how close he and Wilbur actually are, and bits of his past memories start coming back... --- I CAN'T WRITE DESCRIPTIONS I'M SO SORRYYYYYYYYY Basically it's wholseome/slightly angsty Ghostbur and Wilbur stuff, Tommy and Fudny are also here for a bit so that's pog :)

Just the story from ao3 so people here can read it!

THIS IS NOT MINE!!! ALL CREDITS GOT TO: astronomika

You don't /need/ to read the previous fic to understand, but it'll make me happy if you do! How could this have happened? They were so careful. The horde appeared suddenly, with no warning. It was all they could do to escape with just their lives intact. At least, that's what they thought.

It didn't hurt as much as Ranboo was expecting, getting bitten by the zombie. Or at least that's what he thought as he collapsed on the floor of the house he and his friends had been hiding out in. He could see Tubbo and Tommy above him, shouting for him not to give up. Ranboo forced his gun into Tubbo's hand, "Do it... please." Tubbo shook his head, tears streaming down his face. Tommy yelled something about a cure, how he needed to repay Ranboo for saving him. Ranboo smiled softly. How lucky he was to have such great friends. And how unfortunate it was that he will be their downfall.

Hybrids and Humans lived together in peace. Sure it wasn't perfect, sure hybrids were a bit shunned. But that was the worst of it, right? (ALSO!!! EVERYTHING IS PURELY PLATONIC!!!) COVER ART BELONGS TO @onesmolartist ON REDDIT, NOT MINE!!!