"When theres a will, theres a way." (Y/N MCYT)

You were a ghost. For as long as you could remember. Your name was y/n l/n.
You had friends. Not a very caring family, but you had friends. You remembered a few names. Tommy. Tubbo. Wilbur. Dream. Phil. Either way, you followed them around for a majority of time. At some point, tommy, tubbo, wilbur, philza, the 4 muffintiers, and fundy went on a round trip. You followed them. You sang songs with them in the car, you laughed when they told jokes, and you gasped at the sights with them. But all the time, no one noticed you. No one saw you, or heard you. But a few people got a particular feeling or your presence. Fast forward, they're all at the air bnb and you're wandering around. The others went out while you, Tommy, and Tubbo stayed. Tommy and Tubbo did some vlogs, which you did not interrupt but you followed them around. At some point they started roughhousing in the room they shared, and tommy got up and left tubbo on the floor. You went in, stepped over his feet, and looked down at him. Tubbo got up, and tripped over your feet. He fell down with a yelp, confused over why he fell. There was nothing on the floor. Tubbo got up and looked around the room, then focused on you. He was looking you dead in the eyes, and let out a shakey breath.