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Tommy woke up feeling colder than usual. His stomach lacked it's usual growl. He decided to take a shower and eat later.

He barely felt the running water, but he did feel the burns of the line on his neck from last night. He shuddered. Even no matter how hard life got, he would NEVER do that again.

When he came downstairs the house sounded barely alive.

Wilbur came down with red eyes. Fresh tear tracks were still shining on his cheeks.

After that his Dad came down as well. As soon as Wilbur saw him he hugged him.

That was strange. Wil barely talked to Dad anymore. He probably had another realistic nightmare last night.

He moved over to comfort Wilbur and neither of them acknowledged him. He brushed it off. He was used to it. But it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Techno never came down.

He grabbed his backpack and walked to the bus stop alone.

Neither Tubbo nor Ranboo were at school. They probably got the bug that had been going around. Ranboo did complain of a sore throat when they had last hung out.

The day passed quickly. He never got called on the whole time, so that was a plus.

The next week passed relatively the same. Techno stayed in his room, Wil came out only for food, and Phil flocked to both of his sons' rooms throughout the day.

When he went back to school on the weekend he was met with a seemingly pleasant surprise. He spotted Ranboo and Tubbo!

They both refused to pass notes with him, despite the number of times Tommy nudged them both.

He approached them during lunch and found them leaning their heads against eachother while silently crying.

"I miss him. Why did he do it?" Tubbo whispered to Ranboo.

Ranboo replied with a sad, "I don't know."

He tried to comfort them, but once again they ignored him.

Wait, wait, did they ignore him? Or... Or could they not see him?

Suddenly it all made sense. The way everyone was ignoring him, how teachers didn't show any sign that they saw him turn in his homework, why Wilbur had been crying.

He was a ghost.

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After that he panicked. What was he thinking?

His first thought after he calmed down was I need to make it up to them.

He hurriedly ran (why can't he fly it'd be faster!) towards the town square.

He quickly found the shop he had passed every weekend, a fortune teller who claimed to be able to speak to spirits. Now I'll finally know if she's bullshitting or not.

Inside the door was the lady, in the middle of a palm reading.

He began with a normal volume. Can you hear me?

She showed no signs of hearing him. He let out a frustrated huff. CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Regardless of his efforts there was no acknowledgement of him.

Dejectedly he walked back home to a quiet house.

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The next day when he woke up the first thing he did was go into Wilbur's room. He was still sleeping.

Tommy sat on the bed at his feet, waiting for him to wake up. The minutes ticked by and slowly he woke up.

Tommy began to talk. Hey Wil. You probably can't hear me. I just want to let you know that I'm sorry. You were a great big brother, even if you became distant. I hope that you sing again soon. Then, just barely audibly he whispered. I miss you.

Wilbur drifted back off to sleep after that, and Tommy smiled. He wiped a tear off of Wil's face and was suprised.

He was in a strange world. And Wil was there. "Tommy?"

Wilbur.

"Am I dreaming again?" He said sadly, as if he knew this would happen, and when he woke up it would all be gone.

Tommy smiled. Yea, at least I think so. But it is me. You are dreaming, but it is me. He chuckled. I missed you Wilbur.

Wilbur ran over to him and hugged him. They stayed like that for a long time.

Wilbur was the one who reluctantly broke the hug. "So why did you do it?" Tommy knew the real question. What did I do?

It seemed like everyone was drifting away, and didn't care. Dad was taking more hours, you and Tech were busy with college, and Tubbo and Ranboo started hanging out without me. Don't get me wrong, I was depressed before that. Not really for any reason. It was just something that happened between stress and school and everything. But I don't blame you. So don't blame yourself.

Wilbur stayed silent. "Do you regret it?"

Yup. I didn't know I was dead for a while. I just thought no one was paying attention. It wasn't until I listened to Tubbo and Ranboo talking about it that I realized. Also, by the way, the lady in the town square is a fraud.

Tommy hugged Wilbur again. Hey Wilbur?

"Yea?"

Please keep playing music. I miss it.

"Anything for you."

At that moment Tommy was thrown back into the real world.

Wilbur sat up. "Tommy?"

Tommy decided to try something. He messed with Wilbur's lamp.

Wil's eyes looked over to it in surprise. "Tommy, if it's you, flick twice."

Tommy quickly messed with the light, and it flickered twice.

His eyebrows shot up in excitement. "Hi, Tommy."

And Wilbur picked up his guitar, and played quietly, a song which only two ears heard.

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Tommy had tried Techno, but he never slept. It was honestly concerning at this point.

Wilbur had started to learn Morse code, leaving a chart out on his desk for Tommy to study.

Dad... Tommy wasn't ready yet.

So the next choice was Tubbo.

God he missed Tubbo.

One night when Wil and him were studying Morse code he decided to learn specific letters. He started flashing the same sequence over and over.

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Wilbur eventually decoded what he was saying. After 37 tries.

He agreed to it, saying that he could show him. But it was his fault if Tubbo thought he was insane.

"Tubbo," Tubbo glared at Wil. "What do you want?"

"Please come with me. I have something to show you. It's Tommy's."

Without another word Tubbo followed him.

He sat by the lamp, waiting.

As soon as he saw them enter he smiled.

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"Something's wrong with your lamp."

Wilbur just smiled. "Tubbo, do you know Morse code?"

"Yes, yea, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"just watch."

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"What the fuck." Tubbo looked at Wilbur with tears in his eyes. "Is wrong with you. Do you think this is funny?"

Tommy felt his heart drop.

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"To code this lamp, just to mess with me?"

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"Tubbo, no. I didn-"

"He was my best friend. Why do you think this is okay?" Tubbo shook his head.

"I can prove it somehow. Just look."

"Okay. If it is Tommy, he knows how we met." Tubbo stared with a sharpened gaze at his lamp.

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Instantly Tubbo sunk into his seat. "It- Tommy- why?"

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That night Tommy felt like a bit of his heart was healed.

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Once Tubbo and Wil knew, Ranboo soon followed. After that Tech, and finally, Dad.

Near the end of the month he felt something change. He glanced down to find himself slowly disappearing.

He began hurriedly messing with Wilbur's light, hoping to wake him up.

At long last it worked.

"Huh?"

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"What do you mean?"

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"No, no, no, no, no! You can't go. We need you."

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"Please."

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