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Here’s what Schlatt learned about in his life.  

• He was fucking dead. 

• He had been stuck in limbo for thirty years. 

• Ghostbur never seemed to shut up. 

At first, he had thought it was some elaborate trick of Wilbur’s. He was prone for that sort of thing, and Schlatt was no stranger to some elaborate con. Especially from Wilbur Soot himself. 

One quick look over the bumbling idiot did tell him all he needed to know. 

The constant sniffling was difficult to put up with for the first couple of months, much like the insistent stains of blue in the void. Then, came the insistence cries for some stupid sheep, Friend was it? 

At least when Tommy had shown up, he had the decency to be quiet and play the damn cards. 

When was the last time he had?

He couldn't think about the last time ever since Wilbur had been around. 

Oh– damn–

So, limbo fucking sucked. 

Whoopdeedoo. 

Schlatt pretty much got used to the crying, it was much easier to drown out after years of practice. If anything, he treated it like background noise on particularly boring days, which albeit was nearly everyday. 

Or, well, when he could remember that it had been a day. 

They kept blurring together. 

Well, until some kid pointed a gun at his head. 

Schlatt was napping again near the tracks when he first heard it. When his ears were used to the silence in limbo, any movement was pretty obvious (it was pretty useful whenever Ghostbur wanted to sulk around). 

The train horn honked as it barreled quickly into the train station.

It certainly was… strange. 

A train hadn’t shown up in– awhile– probably not since Wilbur up and left, and Ghostbur left in his wake. 

Schlatt raised an eyebrow as he watched the train slow down to a halt. 

The door opened.

There were two passengers, a blue sheep and a little girl. 

The girl couldn’t be no older than six with dark brown, long hair in twin braids that fell to her back. She wore a dress, an array of whites, pinks, and blues, and green sneakers. A bunch of bracelets adorned her arms with a bunch of different colors from green to yellow to red. Thick framed glasses framed her face that made the girl's bright green eyes pop. Tiny horns poked out of her hair, and only then did he notice the green wings and tail, oddly like some sort of lizard.

She stared up at him and waved.

Well, this was fucking weird. 

The girl stepped off the train, fingers buried into the blue wool of the sheep next to her. It let out a small bleat as it hopped off with her. 

“Friend!” Ghostbur cried out, voice wobbling at the end as he watched the ghost float over to the sheep. Ghostbur picked it up with a sob as he hugged it tight. 

Okay, Friend. 

That made a little sense, even if Ghostbur’s sobs were becoming more annoying than the sniffles. Schlatt rolled his eyes.

“Come on, man. Could you at least try to shut the fuck up?” he groaned. 

Ghostbur sobbed again. 

“Well, I’ve lost him!” he sighed, ignoring the babbling ghost beside him and turned his attention back towards the girl. 

She was gone. 

“Uh, what the–” he said, spinning around as he tried to find the girl. 

Nothing. 

She was gone.

Schlatt shrugged. “Damn, not my problem though.”

A gun fired. 

Schlatt froze. 

Slowly, he turned around. 

The kid had a gun. 

“Did no one put a child safety lock on that thing?” he grunted, somewhat unnerved and impressed at how casually the kid held the gun in her hands. The girl shook her head back and forth as she pointed it at him again. 

The train doors closed as it bellowed away from the station. 

Well, there went his fucking ticket. 

“You got a name, kid?” 

The girl got a notepad and rainbow pencil from her skirt pocket, and quickly wrote something down. She handed the notepad to him. 

Juanaflippa.

“That’s a terrible name.”

Another shot was fired as Juanaflippa frowned at him, wings flaring on her back. 

“That was deserved. I guess–”

Schlatt relearned something about life. 

• He fucking hated kids.

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It had been a week and Juanaflippa was still around. 

Still was a shit name, but it was better to be spared the wrath of the girl and her surprisingly good aim with a gun

Somehow, Limbo managed to suck even more, an all new record than the decades Schlatt had spent sitting around. At least, sitting didn’t require having to interact with more fucking people. 

It was already enough when Ghostbur moped around, but it was ten times worse with Juanaflippa, who had somehow managed to get a gun with her down here, and the stupid sheep.

Everything was certainly now… an adjustment.

Ghostbur had somehow gotten worse, somehow. Apparently, the tears and moping were nothing compared to the ghost’s to the constant rambling that made Schlatt wanna scream at him to shut up. Hell, Ghostbur had spoken more to the stupid sheep than the entirety spent down here with him. It certainly didn’t help when all it could was let out small bleats back, or nothing at all. 

Schlatt never realized just how much Ghostbur could ramble. 

He had half the mind to push the sheep off the tracks, and hoped by some circle the train would show up. 

It didn’t seem much of an effective strategy though seeing as Juanaflippa had taken a particular liking to him. 

Well, more so shooting her gun. 

Schlatt had certainly dealt with this brand of trigger happy kids back when he was alive, but nothing quite stood out to this kid. 

She couldn’t talk, a detail made incredibly apparent by the notepad and pencil stuffed in her pocket which had many different scribbles on it, certainly my years of use before. 

The girl didn’t talk to him which was fucking fine by him, one less person to have to deal with in the afterlife. 

The only issue Schlatt had were the bullets seeing as they never ran out. 

One moment he was trying to take a nap, and the next the kid was firing at the train station board. Then, sometimes at the ground, or the wall, or even down the train tunnel if the girl could get a good enough shot. If he was unlucky enough, the bullet might almost graze him. (Hell, sometimes they passed through Ghostbur’s form). 

It wasn’t anything the ghost would worry about though, the kid never tried to aim a gun at the sheep which somehow put her in Ghostbur’s good spirits, which left her hands and clothes stained blue. 

And, yeah, Ghostbur kept talking to him even more, about the kid. 

Today was no different as Juanaflippa cuddled with Friend near the train tracks while Ghostbur talked to him. 

“Did you know she told me she has two papas?” Ghostbur said. Schlatt barely paid attention, more focused on tossing some pieces of concrete up and down as he laid on the train station floor. “Oh, what were their names?”

“Juana, and Flippa?” Schlatt muttered, barely paying attention to the conversation. 

Ghostbur shook his head, tapping his chin as he thought “No, it’s… I can’t remember. Hmmm, hey, Juanaflippa!”

Schlatt groaned.

Great, more company. 

“Buddy, I don’t think I could give a shit about her parents.”

“Oh, come on. She’s super sweet, though!” Ghostbur giggled, as he floated around Schlatt. 

Yeah, sweet. 

He heard the sound of footsteps as Juanaflippa walked up to them, hands still buried into Friend’s soft wool. Ghostbur waved at her with that stupid smile of his. 

Schlatt groaned, and sat up less to fear a bullet being fired at him again.

“Hello, Juanaflippa!” called out.

She took her notepad and pencil out of her pocket and began to scribble on it. 

Hello. 

Why did you call for me?

“Oh, I was just telling my good friend–”

“Not your friend, man–” Schlatt said, trying to cut off Ghostbur to no avail. 

“--about who your parents were. I forgot!” 

Juanaflippa scribbled another note down as Schlatt still tossed the piece of concrete. 

My dad Slime and papa Mariana. Dad’s first give to me was a gun :D He got it from the devil!

“The devil?” Schlatt said, chuckling. “Your dad made a deal with the devil?”

Yes!

“Huh, well that's why you are down here. Dear old dad sold you to the devil?” Schlatt said, voice mocking. 

Juanaflippa glared at him. 

Schlatt shrugged. 

“What? Come on, I’m just saying, it wouldn’t be the first time that a parent would do that sort of thing.”

Juanaflippa wrote down another note on her notepad, ripping the note off the pad and handing it to Schlatt. 

Are you speaking from personal experience? 

“Business perspective, I’d say,” Schlatt said with a shrug. 

Juanaflippa shook her head, writing some more of the notepad. 

No, my dad didn’t sell my soul. Both papa and dad love me a lot, and papa even threw me a party! I just remember papa tucking me into bed and then waking up on the train with Friend.”

That was… vague.

“So, you woke up on this train? That would probably mean you're dead. Are you sure your dads didn’t like, sell your soul?”

Juanaflippa nodded. 

I’m sure. And if they did… I still love my papa Mariana and dad Slime. I’m sure they’ll find a way to help me.

“Yeah, wouldn’t fucking your hopes up.”

“Schlatt, don’t be rude!” Ghostbur tutted. Schlatt rolled his eyes. 

“It’s being honest.”

“Still rude!” Ghostbur said back, shaking his head. “Don’t listen to him, Juanaflippa. I’m sure your parents will get you back, no problem.”

“Yeah, hopefully super quick.”

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A whole month and Schlatt became familiarized with finding a kid over his shoulder whenever he was around in limbo. His attempts of ignoring were pretty fruitless seeing she either kept around Ghostbur or him. 

It was certainly a bad day for her if she kept around him, which was about half of them. 

She was bored.

Schlatt was bored.

Ghostbur was… around, and Friend was a sheep.

Basically, he kinda was forced to talk to Juanaflippa. 

It was simple for the first couple of days, which meant she seemingly talked to him the entire time with her little notepad that never seemed to run out, and he would read. Or, Juanaflippa would force him to read, or he would have to feel the wrath of her gun. 

So, he read and learned. 

Of course, he already knew about the kid’s parents from before, but she kept rambling about them non-stop. He learned her dads had barely been married and had her for about two weeks before she ended up here. 

He learned she was vegan due to her incredible amount of allergies. 

“Good thing you can’t eat then, kid,” Schlatt had said to her when she scribbled that particular piece of information down. 

He learned about her best friend Tilín and the adventures they would go on together on the strange island she always rambled about. 

Quesadilla Island. 

It wasn’t any place he could recall with his time in Manburg, or behind it in the islands before. 

It sounded like a place out of a fairy tale, and honestly, he could hardly believe what the kid was saying when she was writing it all out. 

A place with dozens of different biomes with more color than what he could ever dream of. Juanaflippa told him about the dozens of roses and kavans she used to stuff into her pockets whenever she went exploring around the island. 

She told him about avocado toast and how much she loved it.

He had no fucking idea what shit was, but her insistent writing was enough to pass the time. 

That, and playing cards if Schlatt could convince Ghostbur which was… difficult. 

But, surprisingly the kid wanted to learn and well, she whooped his ass at Go-Fish. 

And Uno.

But, not Poker!

So, they played that one a lot until he got accused of cheating. 

“How am I cheating? The sheep has a better hand than me,” he sighed as the four of them (for some reason Ghostbur insisted on that) played poker. 

Juanaflippa blew a raspberry, her horns twitching on her head. She frowned as she wrote on her notepad. 

I can see you switching cards. You’re hiding them under your sleeves. 

The kid was observant, he’d give her that. 

“Okay, and? The sheep somehow still fucking won!”

Friend bleated while Ghostbur cooed in excitement at the sheep’s win. 

“One more round, maybe?” Ghostbur murmured, looking between the two of them. He rummaged in his pockets for blue and offered it to Juanaflippa who took it in her hands with a giggle. 

“Sure, so I can kick your stupid sheep’s ass,” Schlatt grumbled, snatching the cards from everyone’s hands and going to stack them into a neat pile. It was as easy as breathing to shuffle the cards between his hands. Juanaflippa watched him as he did it, eyes attentive as he quickly did it.

Schlatt raised an eyebrow. 

“You want something?”

Juanaflippa pointed to the stack of cards and quickly wrote on her notepad. 

I wanna learn. 

“To shuffle?” Schlatt chuckled. Juanaflippa continued to point frantically at the cards, her tail swinging in excitement. “What? No, you’ve been shooting a gun at me the entire you’ve been here!”

“Come on, Schlatt!” Ghostbur whined. “Teach her!”

“Did you not hear the part where she shot a gun at me?”

“Oh, no. Did you need some blue?” Ghostbur murmured, reaching into his pocket. 

“Fuck no. I’m fine,” Schlatt said, holding up a hand. He turned to Juanaflippa who scribbled some more onto the notepad. 

Please?

If it got him more card games, fuck it. 

“Fine, come here kid,” he murmured. 

Juanaflippa’s eyes lit up, a small smile creeping onto her face as she looked over his shoulder and watched him shuffle the cards. 

Hopefully, the cards wouldn’t go flying the moment he gave the stack to Juanaflippa. 

(They absolutely did.)

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Ghostbur didn’t care about much about his time with Limbo with Friend by his side. 

It was strange to have Juanaflippa and Schlatt with him, but it was nice!

Juanaflippa even took his blue whenever he was sad. He noticed it a lot even if Schlatt didn’t bother. 

“What do you think we can do to help, Friend?” Ghostbur whispered. Juanaflippa was asleep which was weird seeing as he and Schlatt couldn’t. 

Perhaps something that separated them from her. 

Maybe it was something that could get Juanaflippa home. 

Schlatt was gone somewhere sleeping. 

It was just him and Friend as they listened to the slow beep of the overhead screen in the train station. 

Juanaflippa slept though he noticed her scrunched face. Ghostbur felt sympathy for the poor girl. 

Night terrors.

He had never had to deal with those, or even remember them seeing as he had never had to sleep here. 

Should he wake her up?

He watched as Juanaflippa tossed and turned, sniffling in her sleep. 

Friend bleated and walked over the girl. 

And, he watched as Friend settled right beside her, head going into her lap. 

And, Juanaflippa’s stressed expression melted away.

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The next time Schlatt wakes up, Friend is missing his wool and Ghostbur knitting.

He didn’t want to know where he had the materials to make a shear, much less needles but frankly he couldn’t care less. Schlatt found himself sitting close to Ghostbur as hummed a tune that sounded vaguely familiar. 

Juanaflippa was to be found. 

“Is the kid gone?” Schlatt asked. 

Ghostbur shook his head, not bothering to look up. 

Schlatt frowned. 

“Okay, then where is she? Also, why the hell did you shear the sheep?”

Friend tried to nestle into his side which the ram hybrid pushed away with his hand. 

“I’m making a gift,” Ghostbur murmured, gesturing to the clump of blue wool sitting to the side of the ghost, something Schlatt just noticed. It was much too little for something like him, but Juanaflippa…

“What, for the kid?” Schlatt said. 

“Who else?” Ghostbur murmured. He took a moment to pause and put the knitting needles. Now, Schlatt wasn’t no fucking knitting expert, but he could see a good product anytime.  It was the perks of being a businessman, or well, an ex-businessman. Schlatt shrugged.

“Fair, but why? She already has enough shit as it is.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Ghostbur said, waving his hand nonchalantly. It was an action Schlatt could barely think of the ghost doing before. However, it was something familiar, an action he could vaguely recall in old memories performed on a podium. He shook the memory away. 

“Uh, huh,” Schlatt murmured, unconvinced. Ghostbur paid him no attention as he turned back to his knitting needles, and went back to work. He watched Ghostbur continue to knit until a question formed in his mind. “Where did you even learn how to knit? Wilbur couldn’t do anything like that for shit?”

“Tommy,” Ghostbur answered back. 

Schlatt blinked. 

“Really? That seems fucking unbelievable.”

He couldn’t think of any time where Tommy could do anything as quiet as knitting. Domestic tasks weren’t much he could remember. 

Though, he had been barely had a proper time to know the kid, so what did he fucking know? 

“Yep, he taught me at Logstedshire. There wasn’t much to do that was super fun, you know?”

“No, I fucking don’t,” Schlatt deadpanned. 

“Oh, yeah. I forgot,” Ghostbur murmured. Schlatt tried to bite back a snort behind his hand. 

“I’m sure you did. Still, I guess the kid was decent enough to teach, ya.”

“Do you want to learn?” Ghostbur said.

“Dude, why the fuck would I want to learn that shit?” Schlatt scoffed. 

Ghostbur shrinked. Friend headbutted, horns burying into his pant leg. Schlatt yelped in pain, and glanced down at the sheep. 

“Ow, what the fuck!” he seethed.

“Well, Friend suggests you do. Unless, you want a hole in your pants, or well–sweater for that matter.”

Schlatt glanced down at his clothes, which did look like shit. A couple of holes and tears here and there that would probably need to be repaired. 

“And, why would I need to repair my clothes? I’m dead. There isn’t much of an occasion.”

“Juanaflippa said she is taking us back,” Ghostbur said, the tone so sincere it almost made Schlatt believe him.

Almost. 

“Wait, what? The brat still thinks she’s getting out of here?”

“She’s not a brat, but yes. She does, and she offered to take us three along!” 

This idiot. 

“Do you know how crazy that sounds? Us, back up there?” Schlatt chuckled. 

“She promised us,” Ghostbur said, the words so naive on his tongue that it made the ram hybrid laugh harder. 

“Like, that means anything,” Schlatt said. 

Ghostbur was halfway done with the sweater.

“Do you still want to learn?”

Schlatt held up a hand. “I’ll pass, big guy. Domestic shit isn’t much of my thing. Hey, but if you have a crypto currency business start up you want to make the big bucks, lemme know.”

Friend headbutted him again and tore another hole in his pants. 

Juanaflippa showed up not too long after, rubbing at her eyes for a moment. She froze, no doubt noticing the fact Friend was butt ass naked. She giggled, tail swaying at the scene, until she noticed Ghostbur knitting the sweater her exact size. 

She took her notepad out of her pocket and quickly scribbled on it to Schlatt. 

Is that for me? 

“No, it’s actually for me,” Schlatt said, shrugging. Juanaflippa frowned, crossing her arms and turned her question to Ghostbur who looked up to quickly read it. 

“Yes! I thought you would like it!”

Juanaflippa wrote down some more. 

I love it! Do you think I could make something too?

“Of course! Hopefully Friend’s wool will grow out quick enough. If not–” Ghostbur turned to him. Schlatt sighed. 

“Dude, I’m not a sheep.” 

“I mean, there are the horns, tail, and eyes. Also, the fact Friend thinks of you as family.”

Schlatt tensed. 

“He what?”

Juanaflippa held another note in front of his face. 

Do you have wool?

“What? No!” Schlatt said, rolling his eyes. Juanaflippa seemed unconvinced. “I don’t,” he repeated. 

Ghostbur leaned over to Juanaflippa with mirth in his eyes. Maybe, there was some remnant of Wilbur Soot lying around in the ghost’s mind to make him be a true jackass at the moment. 

“I don’t know Junaflippa. He sounds a little too defensive.”

“Fuck you, I’m just saying I don’t have wool!” Schlatt shot back. Juanaflippa giggled at their bickering and nuzzled up to Friend. 

Ghostbur still seemed unconvinced. 

“Sounds like someone with wool would say.”

“I can’t do this, right now,” Schlatt groaned. 

Juanaflippa scribbled something down with her pencil. 

Like how you can’t knit?

“Did you fucking tell her that?” Schlatt said, turning to Ghostbur.

“Maybe, a little bit? Come on! It’s a good skill to have!” Ghostbur exclaimed. Juanaflippa nodded along with the words.

And, some part of Schlatt knew he wasn’t getting out of this.

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He was shit at knitting. 

Now, to Schlatt, this was fine. Sure, it was a skill he was shit at, but it wasn’t something he wanted to pursue.

So, if he could barely move the needles the correct way while Ghostbur effortlessly knitted beside him…who really cared?

Apparently, Ghostbur and Juanaflippa.

What little time he could find to try and sleep without their insistent pestering was now gone in favor of bonding exercise. 

Basically, he couldn’t nap anymore.

Nope, Schlatt had to try (and fail) to knit.

It was crazy the kid had a better handle on that sort of thing seeing as she was so young.

“Can’t I take a break?” Schlatt grumbled, going to sit the knitting needles down. Juanaflippa frowned and shook her head. 

The kid was fitted in a blue sweater, courtesy of Ghostbur’s quick and hard work. Friend’s wool had already grown immediately back which meant an infinite supply of blue wool.

Basically, he was fucked until he managed to make something, so the two could shut up and give him so damn peace and quiet. 

It was pretty much wishful thinking. 

“Come on! You almost got into a groove,” Ghostbur coaxed him on, and– really, would the dude shut the fuck up already? The encouragement, or whatever. He had thought about throwing the needles on the train tracks to escape this hellhole, but well– it would be bad to have company who fucking hated his guts. 

So, he tolerated these bonding sessions, though more for the kid than anything Ghostbur had to say. 

Or, at least tried to tolerate it. 

It had been somewhat enjoyable to teach her how to shuffle cards, even if sometimes the deck managed to slip out of her grasp. It got a hardy chuckle out of Schlatt, and he’d pat her head when the kid pouted. 

Ghostbur said he was attached.

He wasn’t.

Knitting was still shit. 

“Fucking, I give up,” Schlatt grunted, and threw down the needles on the ground. “Is there anything else we could do? We could do like poker? Or, like go-fish? Or Uno?”

“Nah, I am so close to making a hat! And then, I could make more bracelets, and another sweater and—”

“Okay, I get it. Fine.”

He sighed and picked up the knitting needles. 

Fuck his life, he supposed. 

Juanaflippa handed him a blue bracelet.

He took it.

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Schlatt had managed to make a scarf. It was a deep blue color, courtesy of Friend’s endless supply of neverending wool. He could barely understand how Friend could even have more wool, but much could be said about that. 

Apparently, Friend had also been immortal, but he could frankly not give a fuck about the details. 

His first attempt at knitting had been… bad, so bad that Juanaflippa had giggled.

Schlatt couldn’t frankly give a fuck about that. 

So, he had thrown down the needles and sulked off to the side for how long time had passed around them. Sleep was basically out of the question for him, so he just laid there.

Or, tried to. 

Juanaflippa insisted on giving him lessons on knitting, something that he wasn’t too enthusiastic about, but agreed to. 

Through it all, a dark blue bracelet was on his left wrist.

There was a lot that sucked about this all.

The small talk between Juanaflippa and him, Ghostbur randomly chiming in, and Friend’s noises. He was annoyed he had been roped into this, and less about playing cards. 

All that trouble to shuffle cards, and they barely played any often with this whole knitting activity.

Fucking stupid, if he asked him.

What was even more stupid was that it was nice to just sit and talk.

They knit, and he got a little better (though Juanaflippa always had to hide her giggles) with his own things. 

It wasn’t much, just a scarf and a bracelet, but enough energy spent for him.

Schlatt honestly didn’t know what to do with either, so the kid got a bracelet and the sheep got a scarf. He didn’t understand jackshit about the latter one, only that “sheeps get cold too”.

It was better to not get caught up in the tangent caused by Ghostbur than argue his odd points.

This was simply life for him now.

A ghost roommate, a sheep, and a kid. 

It was like the start of some shitty joke. 

Story of his life (afterlife?) he supposed. 

That was until the train rolled into the station, simply just appearing. 

There was no warning about it on the overhead feed. It was just there.

Juanaflippa perked up, taking a moment to look away from her knitting. She smiled, quickly scribbling on her notepad.

I think papa Mariana and dad Slime managed to find a way to help me!

“That’s great, Flippa!” Ghostbur called from behind Schlatt. Juanaflippa’s tail swung with excitement as she gathered up her knitting needles, and took off towards the train. 

And there he was with Ghostbur, watching as she ran. 

On one hand, he felt relief. 

The kid was going and well, he could finally get to sleep without someone annoying him. 

The bracelet still was around his left wrist. 

Juanaflippa turned out as she ran at him and Ghostbur. 

Ghostbur smiled and waved. 

Schlatt stood still. 

And then, Juanaflippa did something strange. 

She stopped running, abruptly, and frowned at them. There was a confused look on the kid’s face, she pointed at them and the train. 

The message was clear. 

The naivety was almost heartwarming, but well–

It wasn’t like anyone was waiting for him. 

Life here was simpler. 

He waved her away with a sigh. 

“Kid, go on,” he said, words echoing around the train station. “You can fucking go, now.”

It would just be easy to take the steps on the train and go. 

Instead, she shook her head and marched over to him and Ghostbur, and did something strange.

She grabbed them by the hands and tugged them to the train. 

“What the hell?” Schlatt  said, squirming out of her grip. “Kid, what?”

Juanaflippa tapped her notepad. 

I want you three to come with me. You two would have so much fun at Quesadilla Island! 

Schlatt shook his head while Ghostbur perked up.

“Us? You want us to come with you to the island?” Ghostbur said, saying the words slowly. Juanaflippa nodded. Ghostbur hummed, “I don’t know if we can get on the train even if we wanted to. It’s a sweet gesture, but you should hurry before you miss the train.”

Juanaflippa shook her head again, crossing her arms. Surely, knowing the kid, she wasn’t moving from place any time soon. 

“Kid, come on,” Schlatt sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Listen, even if we for some reason could find our way onto the train, what then? We just go to your little island?”

Juanaflippa nodded, and grabbed their hands again. 

And well, Schlatt felt like the kid would have dragged him on the train if he hadn’t gone along with her. Her hands gently grasped both Schlatt’s and Ghostbur’s while she smiled and led their way to the train. Friend trailer behind them as they all boarded the train and sat down. 

And then, they were gone.

Away from the station.

From Limbo. 

Schlatt hummed, pulling the deck of cards from his pocket. 

“So, wanna do a game of Go-Fish?”

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Hello, this fic will be rewritten.

After Shelby (Shubble) coming forward about her experience of abuse by Wilbur, and his terrible accountability of said abuse, I just can't continue writing this.

As of right now, I have ideas for this fic being rewritten in the future. Ghostbur will most likely be replaced by some other character, or it will just be C!Schlatt.

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