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Tommy is not okay.
That, Ghostbur can tell.
Ghostbur didn't really understand. Alivebur was dead, isn't that what everyone wanted?
Alivebur was the bad guy, so why is Tommy wearing his coat and acting so off?
Tommy should be happy.
The ghost had a lot of questions that he wanted to ask his little brother.
He wasn't expecting Tommy's reaction to seeing him for the first time.
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Tommy hasn't been... around for a couple of days.
In the literal sense, he has. But he's felt off. He feels as if he's been floating to do the basic essentials to staying alive, but that's it. Just what was necessary.
He doesn't really remember doing anything either, his mind was just kind of... blank.
He wants his Wilbur back.
He wants to mess with people on the SMP and look at clouds again.
Wants to give him back his coat and Wilbur can respond with pretend agitation and call him a raccoon for taking his things and ruffle his hair.
It was when his mind was off and he was grabbing a couple of carrots from his garden when he saw someone in a yellow sweater.
"..Wil?"
"Tommy? what are you doing?" It was Wilbur. The same warm voice and curly hair. The only difference was the distant echo in his voice, but it was like that when he was with Wilbur the other day too.
When he... disappeared...
Tommy's mind went blank again, until he saw a hand being waved in front of his face. For a second the hand looked a bit grey.
He blinked and looked back up at his brother, tears forming in his eyes.
"Wilbur," Tommy cried, "I knew you weren't actually gone, you- you wouldn't leave-"
Tommy was fully sobbing now, mumbling incoherently and breaths coming short.
Ghostbur was beginning to panic. He reached for Tommy, needing to calm the boy down.
Tommy fell into his arms desperately. Wilbur came back for him, Wilbur didn't leave. It was all in his head because if Wilbur was gone then he wouldn't be able to hold Tommy so gently.
His brother began to hum soothingly, just like he used to when they were kids when Tommy would have a nightmare.
That's all that was, a nightmare.
Tommy's crying eventually subsided into sad sniffs and hiccups.
"Can we go inside Wil? 's cold." Tommy whispered.
Wilbur nodded. Standing up with the blonde in his arms.
Tommy buried his face into his brother's chest, breath evening out until he drifted off to sleep, content with the knowledge that Wilbur was with Tommy, alive and well.
Ghostbur smiled sadly.
"Okay Toms... You can- you can pretend a little bit longer."