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Blue cornflowers fell slowly onto the sandy ground. Milk white eyes stared in disarray at the empty beach.
“Tommy? Tommy, where are you?”
Ghostbur was looking for his brother. He couldn’t find him, there was only a huge hole that ruined the sand.
Ghostbur didn’t like being alone. The feeling held him in a chokehold, and the grip kept on getting tighter. So tight.
“Tommy….this isn’t funny. Where did you go?”
Panic had settled in, and it settled in deep. Tommy knew that he didn’t like to be alone and he promised he wouldn’t leave his brother alone. Did he go back on his promise? No, Tommy wasn’t that type of person. Maybe Dream took him somewhere….? They’re friends, of course they would do everything together. But they still could’ve brought him with him….do they hate him that much?
Ghostbur sunk to the ground, the sand didn’t bother to phase through him. Tears filled his eyes, he tried so hard not to cry but he couldn’t help it. Thin lines of water sizzled his desaturated skin as they streamed down. The burning effect came at great lengths, it was a reflex for his hands to hold his face.
So, Tommy left him. After he promised not to leave him. He didn’t know how to feel about this, nobody ever paid attention to his feelings. Hell, he didn’t even pay attention to his own feelings. Besides, he’ll just forget that this ever happened. But he didn’t want to forget, the fuzzy static after forgetting a bad memory hurts. All the forgettable ghost could do was sob like a coward. He felt stupid over something like someone leaving him. Maybe he deserved to be abandoned. Maybe he didn’t want to be around him because he reminded him of his dead brother. But he’s nothing like him….nobody liked him. Then, why would his younger brother leave him for dirt?
That’s when a cold, plastic-like hand touched Ghostbur’s shoulder. He didn’t flinch, or didn’t bother to even scream. He knew whose hand this belonged to. Sometimes, he wished he didn’t.
“Is crying for you normal?”
Wilbur.
Ghostbur couldn’t look up, he didn’t want to look up. His whole body was shaking, more tears flowing from his eyes. At this point, it felt like lava was thrown onto his face. Everything hurts. The sizzling bubbled and popped, the burning effect felt like a stab to the chest. And he couldn’t make it stop.
“So, I’m assuming that’s a yes?”
“G-Go away! Just go away!”
Wilbur was taken aback, but he smiled at the ghost’s aggressiveness. Nothing malicious, he was just surprised. Semi-red eyes scanned the emptiness of Logstedshire, his eyes then fixated on the hole.
“Ghostbur? Hey, man, where the fuck did that hole come from? And where's Tommy?"
The forgettable ghost didn't answer. Because he didn't know. He didn't want to know.