GHOST (Tommyinnit)

GHOST (Tommyinnit)

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Ghost one who feels no emotions -an unknown person who is only heard, never seen, always hidden the sad, angry, happy etc. -feelings pass right through someone, so they are then called Ghost. Tommy was a ghost before he was even exiled. He knew the only way to even be noticed was to be loud and annoying, though at times the emotion he showed was true he would never let anyone know the difference. But what happens when he is truly a ghost? Tommy walked through the portal that led to what was once his home, seeing the effects of the portal slowly fade in, then out he jumped down. He looked around and found that Sapnap and the others were right, it does look better without him here. He finally made eye contact with the smiley masked man that stood in front of him, though he couldn't see his face he knew by his body language that he was obviously surprised. Tommy smiled. A real smile, not the over-exaggerated one he wore while alive, not the sad one he had moments before. He smiled a smile no one but Phil, Techno, and Wilbur had ever seen.
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(A/N: This is a story with reader input in the form of the character (Y/N), who will be given the pronouns they/them so nobody feels left out, the dream SMP is real (not just a Minecraft server) and this story involves: Greek mythology, violence, romance, breaking of the fourth wall. If you're not comfortable with any of this, I recommend you do not read this. You can still do so, but then please don't be mad at me, since you just now have been warned.) -------------------- Months? Years? They truly couldn't tell anymore. The four walls of their cell looked all the same, and sometimes those walls would be the ceiling or the floor, and not even that could surprise (Y/N) anymore. This prison was quite lonely as well, and that wasn't even the worst part about it. The worst part was the cold reality of everything (Y/N) had done to get here. The bottom of the barrel - the worst scum one could become, that's what they were, and they knew it. But they would endure it until they died. They would sit here until their unavoidable demise, and they would do it for him. Just to see their best friend's face again. Maybe not in this life, but hopefully in another. And maybe then, they would finally be able to tell Wilbur how they felt. -------------------- Started on: May 20th, 2021 Finished writing on: September 8th, 2021 Finished editing and (poorly done) proof reading: September 23rd, 2021 Word count: 33.757

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