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As he pressed the button, The small gap opening, getting a great view of Manberg being blown up.
“Kill me Philza! Kill me! Killza Killza Killza!” Wilbur chants over and over.
Wilburs body overflows blood, he realized he just killed his own son.
“ahaha… you know when Dream said they were no traitor? he fucking LiEd” Wilbur whisper in escasty, within in his last breath.
Wilbur woke up from a field of lilacs, and roses. He was breathing heavily, feeling his own tears onto his face. He looked around, he realized he wasn’t in L’maberg. He gulped, he hoped it was all a bad dream, he hoped his insanity didn’t actually blew up L’manburg… He rushed to the place, seeing it all blown up. He gulped, sobs coming all over his face.
“you did this.”
“you're so selfish.”
“stop…”
“please…”
He hated that this was true… he was selfish… he was a scumbag… and that was taking it lightly. He wonder what they thought of him now. He sat at the cliff next to new l’manburg. He stared at the crater, he sighed.
"Hello Mr. President!"
....
“you’re so sick, Wilbur. Stop trying to avoid the topic.”
“I’m not..”
“... Don’t talk to me, you’re the one who caused this mess and for what? for fucking revenge? we already have L’manburg taken and you decided to be all pratty and fucking blow it up!”
“I have an reason please! I was… …”
“You’ve definitely done more good then bad, but I can’t put pass that you blew up l’manburg… stop acting so clueless.. please..”
“I know, Mr. president, i’ve been trying my hardest to try and help as a way for saying sorry..”
“You’ve been here the majority of the time, but when i needed you the most, you left? to what? blow up l’manburg..?”
“I’m sorry….”
Ghostbur eyes flashes again, he smacks the wall over and over again. The only thing keeping him company is his books. Everyone hates him, and that’s all reasonable for what he did. But it seems like his words and actions aren’t enough and they keep asking for more and more and more until he can’t even walk straight, anymore. He stared at the wall, sighing. He wanted to leave, or in the process help someone. He doesn’t care about who they are, he just wants validation.
Today, was like any other day. Wake up, read some books to ease his mind, and did some favours around the town and here comes his favourite part, decorating L’manburg!
He started putting chinese lanterns, everywhere. He thought it looked pretty. He then found a portal, looking from another game called.. portal.
… nevermind..
He looked away and looked at the direction again and it’s still there.
Maybe theres another there, to stop this, to stop Himself getting mad again.
He then smiled, looking pleased at the idea and goes through the portal.
It went pitch black.
He then woke up from the same place he woke up as a ghost, He still can somewhat levitate, that’s good. He still has everything he needs right? yup… He then ran straight, he saw walls, black with gold within it at some places.
“I-it worked…”
“...i..”
…
He felt extremely anguished, he decided to make it his mission to…
stop this alternative world..
turning
into
his
one…
…
Stop this, Wilbur. You are going mad.
He is determined too. For their sakes and his sakes as well.
This isn’t a good idea, Ghostbur.. You are gonna mess up the time warp, and its gonna turn for the worst.
First stop, the l’manburg vs dream war.
If it’s your wish, alright then. But its ṷ̸̱͎̙̘͓̒͌̒̐̐͜͟ͅn̛̲̣͓̪̬̜͕͛͂̃̈́̿̅͆a̧̨̨͔͎̿̓͂̎͊̿͌̉̚v̴̹̦̟̟̖͉͚̝͂͑͑̂̈́̑̚͜͠ơ̶͉͍̦̻͇̫͙̻̓͛͢͞͡͞ͅȉ̢̝̭̙̝͓̏͑̽͘͜͠d̶̨͈̞̜̖̫͚̅̓͗̄̍͢͝͞a̙̤̖̳͉̰̻͆͋̽͑̐͗̏̌͞͞b̢̹̱̲̝̳̙͚̮̺̆̑̓͐̽̏̕͡l̗̤̯̣͔͓̓͗̽̌͜͜͡e̶͇̖̫̠͎̮͎̿̃̑̅͗̈̈́͑͘͝
or hell, ý̨̧͖̱͉͇̠͌̅̌͆̔̽͝o̶̧̜̤̩͍̺͓̦͓̪̾̋̽͊̂̿͘͞ư̢̦̰͖̯͈̽̑̈́̏͘͢'̶̡̛̼̥̺̬̮͖̮̖̀̋̓̃̔̾̿̕̕͜ḻ̸̰̣͕̥̓̓̾̑̍͢l̶̢̝̪͈͚̰͌̓͑̐͛͛̐͗͗ m̵̨̧̫̭͎̪̮̀̔̽̈͌ȁ̸̼̤͔̰̫͇͔̯̪̐̃̓̍̓̾̈́ͅk̤̭̘̺͕̺̯̟̬̪̿̍͊̃͑̈́̕͠e̷̛̮̺͕͍͚͒̆̅͘͝ i̜͙͇̲̘̾̄̎̀͂͝t̸͇̬͎̘͎͖̲̟̏͂͂͂͒̓̾͒̕͜͝ w͎͈̜̳͔̎͛̋̇͡ơ̺̟͇̭̹͈͉͖̐̌͊͆̓͘ŕ̵̢͖̥̗͓̅̑̋͛͌̂̏̓͜͢s͈̫͕̠͆̀̈́̆̚ͅȇ̡̛͈͕̝̝̩̿͋͊͊͟͜͟.