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It wasn’t very surprising when my friend Thomas showed up to my door unannounced begging to do a ritual to “bring all of my internet personas ‘live.” But holy shit, it scared the fuck out of me.
“Toms, it’s fuckin’ rainin’ out!” I shouted as thunder boomed through the sky. I was only met with the child's menacing laughter. “It’s perfect Will!” He shouted, dragging me through the forest while it’s midnight. I didn’t know where we were, but he had called an uber to bring us to the middle of nowhere at 11:30 pm. Thomas carried a book bag that held all of the things for the “ritual.” I didn’t believe it’ll work, it obviously won’t since my personas were all made up by me. Right? Hopeful-fuckin’-ly. My internet personas have committed mass murder & terrorism in Minecraft role-play servers, I CANNOT have that happening in real life.
Anyways, the book bag carried a bucket of red paint, a notebook that he forced me to write every persona I’ve made up on the internet when we were riding in the uber, which the internet decided to call my “bursonas”. It had filled a good chunk of the book, like several pages of it or so. I tried writing it in tiny print but I had it all listed so that didn’t do very much. The bag also carried an umbrella, I don’t know why only one & why we weren’t using it, & it pissed me the fuck off. Two bottles of water inside too, a book about the witchcraft shit that Thomas found laying around somewhere & had believed himself to be real, & some canned beans. This child was going places. Actually, this child is getting me places. & the places is fuckin’ crazy.
Toms kept dragging me deeper into the forest, using his flashlight to light up the path so make sure he wasn’t running into any trees. I was forced to follow behind, also trying making sure he wasn’t going to fuckin’ kill someone, but who knows what he could do. The rain didn’t stop either, which only made me miserable since Thomas didn’t allow me to get ready for the weather. The child was pissing me the fuck off right now. He wasn’t exactly a child, he was just 20 years old, but he sure acted like one. “Toms.” I growled as we came to a stop. “Look!” He shouted, pointing ahead of him. “A clear path where we can do the ritual!” “Fuck. . .” I cursed under my breath, dragging out the ‘k’. He started to sprint forwards again, slowly getting out of view as I tried to get my breath. God, I swear he’ll kill me someday if I don’t kill him first. I gained my composure & started to walk towards him, seeing his flashlight come to a stop & get placed on the ground in the mud. As I walked closer I saw Toms bring out the umbrella & open it, now blocking him from the rain. “Why didn’t we use that in the start?” I asked with a harsh tone, moving onto my knees next to him to cover myself from the heavy rain. Thunder boomed again, making the smaller shriek. I laughed a bit before he growled at me. “We didn’t use it at first ‘cause we’re usin’ it for Ghostbur!”
Ghostbur, one of my bursonas I made after I died on a Minecraft role-play server. He was a ghost, like said in the name, & couldn’t touch water or else he’d burn. But there was more to him, like how he was attached to a blue sheep named friend. Speaking of blue, he had this blue dye he carried around & gave to people. It was said it’ll “take away the sadness & drain it out.” He was loved by many. I loved him too, he was my best ever creation. He also had terrible memory, could play music very well—like most of my other bursonas since I am able to play music—& he just kept people happy.
“Thomas, it won’t fuckin’ work!!” I yelled, now extremely pissed off ‘cause my clothes are ruined by the rain. “We’re in the middle of nowhere ‘cause you wanted to do some stupid shit! You fuckin’ prick!!” Toms scoffed angrily at my yelling. He clearly did not like me yelling at him but his stubborn arse didn’t give up. & know it’s too late to do shit about it. He dug out the paint bucket & shoved it in my hands, doing the same with the book. He opened a page showing a drawing of how the ritual was supposed to go, placing the flashlight on the book to show the image more clearly within the dark. “Go draw that in the grass.” He demanded. It was a large circle made with red paint & a heart in the middle. There was a thunderbolt in the heart & spikes coming out from the circle. I scoffed, standing up & doing as I was told. I despised how I easily followed his orders, but refusing wouldn’t do shit but make things go longer & only would get me drenched in the rain even more than I already was. I opened the paint bucket & started to slowly pour the red liquid on the grass. Thomas helped by shining his flashlight in the area that was needed. I made the circle, then the heart with the thunderbolt, & then the spikes. It took most of the paint but Thomas told me to just throw the can to the side. I did as so. The rain slightly messed everything up & the thunder made the child jump. At least I had him to laugh at.
The pages I wrote in the notebook were ripped out by Thomas & placed along the spikes. I sat down in the grass nearby, already too tired by everything going on. He picked up the book & flipped to a few pages before shouting out loud, “oh dear God. Oh dear creator. Please make this world weirder. Bring in the fifty–fuckin’ fifty?–fifty personas created by the Gold. Bring in the ones whose story was told.” I chuckled a bit, finding this whole thing pathetic & a huge waste of time. I had giggled at his realization at how many bursonas I had.
BOOM!
A flash of light from the sky struck on the middle of the heart, creating a small flame. The rain had stopped immediately, it was no longer pouring down & instead came to a halt completely. Thomas & I were staring in amazement & fear at the same time. I couldn’t get myself out of the trance of watching the flame dance around, following the paint & burning up the pages one by one. I couldn’t bring myself to move & I knew that Thomas couldn’t either. I was now petrified as the fire kept dancing & dancing, not knowing when it’ll stop. I tried to get my body to move to either protect the boy or to take out the flame but it just wouldn’t move. I swear if he gets hurt I will never, ever forgive myself.
BOOM!
Another hit of lighting & it started to rain again. Burning out the fire quickly. “What. . . The . . . FUCK!?” Thomas shouted, bringing himself to grab the flashlight & point it at the paint, which was now all burnt up with the pages & the grass. He then pointed the light at me, helping me out of my paralyzation & getting me to stand up. I ran over to him, grabbing him in my arms. “Coincidence, it was a coincidence.” I repeated in fear. “Yep, yep. . .” He agreed with a scared tone similar to mine. There was silence. Nothing but the rain & thunder. I felt the boy shake in my arms, but I couldn’t blame him. I think I was also shaking at the same time.
“What the fuck?!” A voice, same to mine, shouted behind us. My eyes widened, & Thomas’s did too. “Uhh. . . William?” The boy whimpered. I slowly turned around, but I saw nothing in the pitched darkness. I grabbed the flashlight out of Thomas’ hands & pointed it in the direction of voice. There. There it laid. Me. I laid there. But it wasn't me, of course. “Ello?” The man asked, a hint of aggression in his voice. He stood up, my flashlight following his every move. “Hi?” Toms whimpered slightly, trying to act tough & like he wasn’t shitting himself right now. The child took a step in the light in front of me, revealing himself.
The man slowly stood up, groaning in pain. I couldn’t blame him though, I would be in pain too if I was put in his position. He looked ahead after rubbing his eyes a bit. “Tommy?” Tommy. That name Thomas used on the internet. “Wilbur?” He asked. & Wilbur was the name I used on the internet. “What the fuck. . . Where are we-” He stopped himself as soon as his eyes glanced at me. I watched his expression change into pure confusion & fear, I felt my face change into a similar expression too. “Explain.” He looked at the boy & demanded. If I wasn’t so shocked, I would have laughed at how he immediately knew Thomas was up to something. “Let's get out of the rain first, please?” A voice, also the same as mine but softer spoken & with a more echo-y tone to it. We all turned around to the voice to see a small glow from the blue figure. It was Ghostbur- with a tall guy known as Revivebur holding up the umbrella Thomas had packed for the ghost. The two were fucking tall, Ghost being about over 7 feet & Revive being over 8.
Revivebur, another bursona I created. They were also made in a Minecraft role-play server, the same one as Ghostbur actually. They were revived by some villain after Ghostbur got killed, it’s how they got their name. Revive was a walking corpse, or zombie. His skin near his eye was rotting so it was green, & some of his hair was white from being revived. They were wearing the same thing as Ghostbur—a yellow turtle neck with a large brown coat over it, black ripped jeans & black platforms. But Ghostbur has a large gash in the middle of his stomach with blue ooze out of it. & Revivebur’s had stitches in the same area where Ghostbur had the gash.
Thomas made a loud scream before I felt him lean onto me, his body going out cold. I forced myself out of my paralyzation & caught him, holding his body up. I looked over at Wilbur, who also was very, very paralyzed just as much as me. Then I twisted my head to look at the other two. Ghostbur was worried & tried going over to help. But the rain touched his hand when he reached out & it burned him with a “tsk”. Revivebur dragged him back under the umbrella, keeping him put. “Pfft-!” Another voice muttered following a laugh. There stood Pogbur & L’Manbur staring at us with confusion. At this point I felt like fainting. Those two also came from the same role-play. L’Manbur being the President of L’Manberg & Pogbur being the one to blow it all up. “What the heck?” & with a new voice, the one that sounds like younger me. I blacked out. Everything spun around before I felt my legs give out & my body press the mud underneath me.
“He’s waking up!” A voice whispered with excitement. “Shh, let him sleep darlin’.” Another voice said with a flirting tone. I couldn’t recognize whose voice was whose, other than the fact that they were my voice. That scared the shit out of me, the fear forcing my body to jolt up & made my breath incredibly heavy. I saw Ghostbur sit near my feet, looking at me with curiosity. I looked to my right to see Simpbur lean over me & ARGbur try to pull her away. Then Revivebur was leaning against a tree smoking a cigar from a bit afar. “Oh my god. . .” I whispered, pushing myself away by using the rest of my arm strength. “Yeah, it isn’t a dream.” Another Wilbur said with a chuckle, staring down at me with his arms crossed. I felt the dirt & leaves underneath me, clear to show that I was still in the forest.
ARGbur was a persona I made out to be obsessive, killing someone to become a youtubers editor. He ended up falling into a river & getting hyperthermia. That’s why his fingertips were black & he was constantly cold. Simpbur was made from a song I wrote, “your new boyfriend” & it was about a guy being extremely obsessive & not liking his crush's boyfriend. & the other Wilbur who told me it wasn’t a dream wasn’t so familiar, but his outfit was an outfit I had worn to a LoveJoy concert once, a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned to his chest with light blue jeans. LoveJoy was the band I had made with a few friends back then & still today it is growing.
The sun being raised high in the sky which had blinded me slightly through the trees. “Where’s- where's Thomas?” I asked with panic, taking no time to rush to my feet & look around for the boy. “Wilbur took him to find some firewood.” L’Manbur answered. “Which way did they go?” Worry & anxiety shot through me immediately, I never thought I’d care about the child any more then I did now. “He’ll be fine.” Pogbur replied, staring me up & down. Everyone was so fucking tall. Pogbur, about 8 feet. The Wilbur who I assumed to be LoveJoy WIlbur, almost 7 feet. L’Manbur being over 7, nearly 8 with his high platforms. “Oh god. . .” I cried, stumbling backwards & into a tree. I slid down the bark & onto the dirt. “I’ve fucked up big time.” I felt tears rush down my face, then a sob choked out of my throat. I cried. I cried pathetically at that too, but my emotions took over too much to allow me to care.
I felt Ghostburs presence near me, I felt him sit on his knees next to me. “If I had blue I would give it to you. . . But I don’t. ’m sorry. . .” He whispered. His adorableness & sweetness only made me want to cry harder but in a more positive way. Another bursona sat down next to me, holding onto my shoulder & head, letting me lean over & lay on his shoulder. “I’ve failed,” I cried. “You didn’t.” Ghostbur replied softly. “We just let you down.” I felt two pairs of hands rub along my back, head, & arms. It calmed me down but not enough to get me to stop crying. I then heard someone crouch down in front of me while the leaves crunching beneath their feet. I felt fingers press against my jaw & force me to look up at the person. Could I even call them a person?
“William.” The man growled. How did he know my name? “You didn’t fail, twat.” I recognized how he looked. It was a c!Wilbur. I felt my face become red, I didn’t know why but something made my stomach feel weird. “God that's hot!” ARGbur shouted from a bit aways. A smile tugged on c!Wilbur’s lips but he kept his eyes on me. It soon faded as he repeated, “you did not fail, William.” I couldn’t respond but nodded instead, & as soon as I did he backed away. Taking his hands off of my face & turning around, walking over to the campfire they had set up. How the fuck did I not notice the campfire. The person that sat right next to me was Simpbur. Her & Ghostbur helped me up & onto my feet. Simp was about shorter than me, almost 6’3 to be exact. She had a brown cat beanie & a bloody nose—something the fans gave him on their own. Brown sparkling eyes & pink cheeks. I felt Ghostbur wrap its arms around me but it slowly faded through my body due to him being a ghost. “It’ll be ‘lright. Tommy’s safe, ‘kay?” I nodded in response. All I could do was pray that Ghost was right.
I sat at the campfire along with Youngbur—the younger version of me, ARGbur, Simpbur, Revivebur, & L’Manbur. They were talking about where they come from & how it was like there. I didn’t bother joining in on the conversation, I just got myself stuck in my thoughts thinking about Thomas. “Hey, uh. Will?” Youngbur tapped my shoulder. It snapped me out of the trance & I looked at him. “Tommy’s here.” He said, almost like he was reading my mind. I looked in the direction he pointed in, to my luck Thomas & Wilbur were there with wood in their hands. I gasped, taking no time to rush to my feet & quickly jog over to the child. “Holy shit, where have you’ve been!?” I shouted at him while bringing him into my arms. “Gettin’ firewood.” He choked out between laughs. “You are not allowed to leave my sight like that again.” Wilbur was near him, but backed away & over towards the fire to give Thomas & I a moment.
He had put the wood into the fire, making the flames dance higher. People were chatting, but I didn’t know what I should say. I just sat on the ground in front of the fire, zoning out to my own thoughts once again that drowned out the sounds of laughter & playful bickering around me. “Hey!” Someone called out, the voice being similar to Ghostburs. But when I looked, it wasn’t. Origins SMP Wilbur. A Minecraft SMP I made with my friends with a mod that allowed the player to be a mob hybrid. Looking out to bursona, it was clear what hybrid he was. A phantom. He had small blue wings with bones visible through the skin on his back, the same skin color as Ghostbur, a light blue. His pant legs were ripped along the knees, you could see some blue ooze coming out of it like Ghostburs scar. His hair was just as fluffy like the other bursonas but he had a brown beanie on it instead of a red one. “Hey.” I responded back once I realized he was talking to me. “You ‘lright?” He asked. I nod, looking back at the fire. “Yeah, just. . . thinkin’.” He sat right next to me, his arm brushing against mine. Usually I despise physical contact made with me, but I didn’t seem to mind when my other selves had made some form of contact. I started to think about that, staring mindlessly into the fire as my mind filled with my internal voice.
We both sat in comfortable silence while the others chatted. I slowly was able to grab myself & pull my mind back into reality. I looked around my area, seeing Thomas & Youngbur sprint around. They were laughing & chasing each other around the trees. I looked somewhere else & caught Simpbur staring at me from a tree she was sitting at nearby. As soon as our eyes met she shoved her face into her knees, I caught a glimpse of red blush along her face. I was somewhat surprised but at the same time not. She was sourced from a love song & the fans went crazy, making headcanons that she had an obsessive love disorder or something like that. But canonically she was straight, so why did she get flustered at me? I brushed it off & looked over back at Phantom, who was now leaning his head on my shoulder. I didn’t feel him move there, which was odd & was something that surprised me. But I patted his head & chuckled a bit. “Gay!” I heard Pogbur shout. It made Phantombur jump a bit & caused us to turn around at the voice. He flipped off the bursona & they laughed, but I just turned back around at the fire. I felt drained & I didn’t know why. Probably from a depressive episode, which I get frequently. ARGbur walked near us & sat down, warming his hands from the still-burning fire. The tips of his fingers were still jet black, possibly from hyperthermia. “Shit, what happened?” Phantom spoke out from the silence. “I killed someone n fell into the freezing cold lake.” ARGbur answered like murdering someone was just another tuesday. I sighed & looked down at my knees, allowing my body to slump over & fall onto Phantombur, who I started to rest my head on. God, if we don’t figure out how to bring them back to where they’re from I was going to teach them the rules of this universe they are now living in.
“What are we supposed to do now?” L’Manbur asked, walking near the campfire where some of us sat. “Do we try to get home? Or do we stay?” I shrugged. “Ask Thomas, he's the one who brought you all here in the first place.” Pogbur also followed L’Man. “I would like to go home.” He said sharply. “I do too.” ARGbur agreed. “Well I can’t do anything. Like I said, go talk to the child.” I repeat myself.
“You also call him a child too?” cc!Wilbur laughed.
“Pfft, I do too.” c!Wilbur responded.
“Same!” Phantom giggled along.
“A lot of us seem to call him a child.” L’Manbur added.
“‘Cause he is.” I said.
I closed my eyes tightly, becoming overstimulated with all of the talking. More talking continued, but I slowly started to focus on the footsteps approaching me. It stopped right behind me & then I felt a pair of warm hands on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. I recognized the movements & realized it was Simpbur. My eyes fluttered open & I looked to see who it was, & I was correct. It was the lovely dovey man himself. I smiled softly, leaning my head back onto Phantom & just sinking in the touch. It was comforting. It was something I desperately needed after years of being alone or in abusive relationships, which ended up leaving me touch starved. Thomas & Youngbur came back from playing, all out of breath with leaves in their hair & dirt on their faces. “My mums going to be upset if I don’t get home.” Youngbur complained. “My girlfriend will miss me!” Incelbur added. “Incel, your girlfriend doesn’t love you.” c!Wilbur said sharply. I watched the bursona look down in upset.
I wonder how everyone knew each other, perhaps from just talking while I was passed out ‘cause it seemed like I was out for a long while.
Incelbur was a more fan-made bursona, he was extremely similar to Simpbur but less-respectful towards people. Hard to explain, but the only difference by his appearance from Simpbur was that love was three inches shorter, eyes had a pink tint, & he had a regular maroon beanie rather than a brown cat one. He was also caught up in delusions that girls liked him, despite it being proven it wasn’t. Perhaps deprivation could cause stuff like that. I can fix him. What?
“I’ve been telling you guys to get fuckin’ Thomas to get you guys back home!” I shouted, nearly at my breaking point. I was growing tired of everyone complaining. “He’s the one who got you guys here in the first place!!” “Shh.” Simpbur shushed. She moved closer towards me & held me in her arms. Everyone stared in shock at my outburst. The bursonas then twisted their heads over Thomas, who now looked worried. “I-I didn’t mean to!” He yelled in defense. “How the fuck did you not mean to?” ARGbur growled. “I thought the book was fictional. . .” “Book?” Ghostbur muttered. Thomas nodded. “Where is the book? It must say how to get us home.” The child shrugged. “I don’t know where my book bag is” “FUCK!” c!Wilbur shouted, a grumbling sound leaving his throat after. “Then what the fuck do we do?” Simpbur asked. I looked around, not wanting to intervene with the bursonas. I saw Revivebur with their back leaning on a tree & a new cigarette in their mouth that’s been lightened. They seemed calm, or annoyed. I couldn’t tell. Their face was tilted down & his eyes were closed, like they were resting. I turn my attention off of them & back to the others. Tommy, ARGbur, Youngbur, & L’Manbur were all looking for the book bag.
Phantom still stayed near me, their hand now on my thigh. I slowly realized it had been there for a small while & it immediately made my face red. I started getting confused as to why my face burned up. I didn’t comment on it though, I didn’t want him to remove it for some reason. Simpbur was also still behind me, her arms wrapped around my chest. I didn’t want them to leave, & I don’t know why. I didn’t want anybody here to leave. But God, I despised the thought of keeping them here. I tried convincing myself it was only ‘cause I was touch deprived, I guess it worked for the time being. “I found it!” Thomas shouted, running back to the campfire & coming to a halt once he reached us. He had the book in his hands, Youngbur & Ghostbur nearby & L’Manbur coming from another area of the forest. Toms sat down onto the dirt & started to flip rapidly at the pages. It got a lot of the bursonas attention, all of them turning their heads towards the boy. We all waited eagerly for Thomas to say something about how to get everyone home. “How to create a pathway back to the universes you brought your creations alive.” He started reading. “You must create the same symbol on a forest floor on a day where the weather is horrible & thunder is near. You must use blue paint instead of red, & you must grow green fire with wood inside of the heart.” “That might take a while to get but we could do it!” Youngbur shouted with joy. Thomas nodded before continuing. “You must chant the same but words the opposite, & all of your problems will go away.” “Yeah, these assholes are problems alright.” c!Wilbur joked.
There was a silent & somewhat confusing pause until Thomas’s face fell. “There’s a note here & it says. . . uhm.” “What does it say?” Ghostbur asked, tilting his head to the side. “Note: if you have more than seven entities that were summoned they cannot leave back to where they came.” I heard grumbles, grunts, upsetting moans, & shouting from everyone. I felt rather upset too, but also something made me happy that they weren’t going to leave. I felt Phantombur’s wing brushed up against my back, causing me to sit up straight. I felt him fall onto my lap in despair, groaning loudly. I looked up & watched Simpbur walk away, chasing after ARGbur who started to run into the forest. Ghostbur had brought himself to a tree & sat at it, his head in his knees. c!Wilbur was shouting at Thomas & cc!Wilbur was bickering with c!Wilbur. LoveJoy Wilbur wasn’t phased very much, but did seem pissed off a little. Youngbur held onto Thomas & started to cry? L’Manbur held onto a yelling Pogbur who was taunting Thomas with c!Wil. My mind was a mess & I just wanted to go home. I didn’t know what to do so I started hyperventilating. I looked down & closed my eyes, my teeth clenching each other tightly. I felt tears start to form as my breath hitched. The yelling got louder & louder, I couldn’t even focus on my own thoughts at this point. Everything paused in a moment once I felt the ground on my legs move away as I was picked up. I gasp as I open my eyes. All I saw through a blurry mess was Revivebur carrying me, their hands holding my thighs as my legs wrapped around their torso. I just took in the fact that I've been carried once again in my life since I was a baby, so I leaned over their shoulder & cried softly into his coat.
They took me a little away from the arguing & placed me down on his lap once they sat at a tree. I could smell the cigarettes on him by shoving my face into his chest & just sobbing. Their hand rubbed through my mess of a hair & his free one held onto my waist. I felt him cuddle me closer. They started to smell like a rotting corpse then just cigarettes, but not in a nauseating way that it would usually smell like. More just like shitty cologne that's easy to ignore. The soft sensations of being held & the smells of him helped calm me down a lot. “That's it.” They whispered. “Don’t ask for this shit again, you’re lucky I even gave it to you.” I chuckled. “That must make me special, huh?” They scoffed at the tease I made through sniffles & a cracked voice. I leaned in just a bit closer, just enough to feel safe in his arms. I shouldn’t really be feeling that in someone who has committed mass amounts of terrorism in the past but oh well, this was comforting.
Chapter One William Gold
It wasn’t very surprising when my friend Thomas showed up to my door unannounced begging to do a ritual to “bring all of my internet personas ‘live.” But holy shit, it scared the fuck out of me.
“Toms, it’s fuckin’ rainin’ out!” I shouted as thunder boomed through the sky. I was only met with the child's menacing laughter. “It’s perfect Will!” He shouted, dragging me through the forest while it’s midnight. I didn’t know where we were, but he had called an uber to bring us to the middle of nowhere at 11:30 pm. Thomas carried a book bag that held all of the things for the “ritual.” I didn’t believe it’ll work, it obviously won’t since my personas were all made up by me. Right? Hopeful-fuckin’-ly. My internet personas have committed mass murder & terrorism in Minecraft role-play servers, I CANNOT have that happening in real life.
Anyways, the book bag carried a bucket of red paint, a notebook that he forced me to write every persona I’ve made up on the internet when we were riding in the uber, which the internet decided to call my “bursonas”. It had filled a good chunk of the book, like several pages of it or so. I tried writing it in tiny print but I had it all listed so that didn’t do very much. The bag also carried an umbrella, I don’t know why only one & why we weren’t using it, & it pissed me the fuck off. Two bottles of water inside too, a book about the witchcraft shit that Thomas found laying around somewhere & had believed himself to be real, & some canned beans. This child was going places. Actually, this child is getting me places. & the places is fuckin’ crazy.
Toms kept dragging me deeper into the forest, using his flashlight to light up the path so make sure he wasn’t running into any trees. I was forced to follow behind, also trying making sure he wasn’t going to fuckin’ kill someone, but who knows what he could do. The rain didn’t stop either, which only made me miserable since Thomas didn’t allow me to get ready for the weather. The child was pissing me the fuck off right now. He wasn’t exactly a child, he was just 20 years old, but he sure acted like one. “Toms.” I growled as we came to a stop. “Look!” He shouted, pointing ahead of him. “A clear path where we can do the ritual!” “Fuck. . .” I cursed under my breath, dragging out the ‘k’. He started to sprint forwards again, slowly getting out of view as I tried to get my breath. God, I swear he’ll kill me someday if I don’t kill him first. I gained my composure & started to walk towards him, seeing his flashlight come to a stop & get placed on the ground in the mud. As I walked closer I saw Toms bring out the umbrella & open it, now blocking him from the rain. “Why didn’t we use that in the start?” I asked with a harsh tone, moving onto my knees next to him to cover myself from the heavy rain. Thunder boomed again, making the smaller shriek. I laughed a bit before he growled at me. “We didn’t use it at first ‘cause we’re usin’ it for Ghostbur!”
Ghostbur, one of my bursonas I made after I died on a Minecraft role-play server. He was a ghost, like said in the name, & couldn’t touch water or else he’d burn. But there was more to him, like how he was attached to a blue sheep named friend. Speaking of blue, he had this blue dye he carried around & gave to people. It was said it’ll “take away the sadness & drain it out.” He was loved by many. I loved him too, he was my best ever creation. He also had terrible memory, could play music very well—like most of my other bursonas since I am able to play music—& he just kept people happy.
“Thomas, it won’t fuckin’ work!!” I yelled, now extremely pissed off ‘cause my clothes are ruined by the rain. “We’re in the middle of nowhere ‘cause you wanted to do some stupid shit! You fuckin’ prick!!” Toms scoffed angrily at my yelling. He clearly did not like me yelling at him but his stubborn arse didn’t give up. & know it’s too late to do shit about it. He dug out the paint bucket & shoved it in my hands, doing the same with the book. He opened a page showing a drawing of how the ritual was supposed to go, placing the flashlight on the book to show the image more clearly within the dark. “Go draw that in the grass.” He demanded. It was a large circle made with red paint & a heart in the middle. There was a thunderbolt in the heart & spikes coming out from the circle. I scoffed, standing up & doing as I was told. I despised how I easily followed his orders, but refusing wouldn’t do shit but make things go longer & only would get me drenched in the rain even more than I already was. I opened the paint bucket & started to slowly pour the red liquid on the grass. Thomas helped by shining his flashlight in the area that was needed. I made the circle, then the heart with the thunderbolt, & then the spikes. It took most of the paint but Thomas told me to just throw the can to the side. I did as so. The rain slightly messed everything up & the thunder made the child jump. At least I had him to laugh at.
The pages I wrote in the notebook were ripped out by Thomas & placed along the spikes. I sat down in the grass nearby, already too tired by everything going on. He picked up the book & flipped to a few pages before shouting out loud, “oh dear God. Oh dear creator. Please make this world weirder. Bring in the fifty–fuckin’ fifty?–fifty personas created by the Gold. Bring in the ones whose story was told.” I chuckled a bit, finding this whole thing pathetic & a huge waste of time. I had giggled at his realization at how many bursonas I had.
BOOM!
A flash of light from the sky struck on the middle of the heart, creating a small flame. The rain had stopped immediately, it was no longer pouring down & instead came to a halt completely. Thomas & I were staring in amazement & fear at the same time. I couldn’t get myself out of the trance of watching the flame dance around, following the paint & burning up the pages one by one. I couldn’t bring myself to move & I knew that Thomas couldn’t either. I was now petrified as the fire kept dancing & dancing, not knowing when it’ll stop. I tried to get my body to move to either protect the boy or to take out the flame but it just wouldn’t move. I swear if he gets hurt I will never, ever forgive myself.
BOOM!
Another hit of lighting & it started to rain again. Burning out the fire quickly. “What. . . The . . . FUCK!?” Thomas shouted, bringing himself to grab the flashlight & point it at the paint, which was now all burnt up with the pages & the grass. He then pointed the light at me, helping me out of my paralyzation & getting me to stand up. I ran over to him, grabbing him in my arms. “Coincidence, it was a coincidence.” I repeated in fear. “Yep, yep. . .” He agreed with a scared tone similar to mine. There was silence. Nothing but the rain & thunder. I felt the boy shake in my arms, but I couldn’t blame him. I think I was also shaking at the same time.
“What the fuck?!” A voice, same to mine, shouted behind us. My eyes widened, & Thomas’s did too. “Uhh. . . William?” The boy whimpered. I slowly turned around, but I saw nothing in the pitched darkness. I grabbed the flashlight out of Thomas’ hands & pointed it in the direction of voice. There. There it laid. Me. I laid there. But it wasn't me, of course. “Ello?” The man asked, a hint of aggression in his voice. He stood up, my flashlight following his every move. “Hi?” Toms whimpered slightly, trying to act tough & like he wasn’t shitting himself right now. The child took a step in the light in front of me, revealing himself.
The man slowly stood up, groaning in pain. I couldn’t blame him though, I would be in pain too if I was put in his position. He looked ahead after rubbing his eyes a bit. “Tommy?” Tommy. That name Thomas used on the internet. “Wilbur?” He asked. & Wilbur was the name I used on the internet. “What the fuck. . . Where are we-” He stopped himself as soon as his eyes glanced at me. I watched his expression change into pure confusion & fear, I felt my face change into a similar expression too. “Explain.” He looked at the boy & demanded. If I wasn’t so shocked, I would have laughed at how he immediately knew Thomas was up to something. “Let's get out of the rain first, please?” A voice, also the same as mine but softer spoken & with a more echo-y tone to it. We all turned around to the voice to see a small glow from the blue figure. It was Ghostbur- with a tall guy known as Revivebur holding up the umbrella Thomas had packed for the ghost. The two were fucking tall, Ghost being about over 7 feet & Revive being over 8.
Revivebur, another bursona I created. They were also made in a Minecraft role-play server, the same one as Ghostbur actually. They were revived by some villain after Ghostbur got killed, it’s how they got their name. Revive was a walking corpse, or zombie. His skin near his eye was rotting so it was green, & some of his hair was white from being revived. They were wearing the same thing as Ghostbur—a yellow turtle neck with a large brown coat over it, black ripped jeans & black platforms. But Ghostbur has a large gash in the middle of his stomach with blue ooze out of it. & Revivebur’s had stitches in the same area where Ghostbur had the gash.
Thomas made a loud scream before I felt him lean onto me, his body going out cold. I forced myself out of my paralyzation & caught him, holding his body up. I looked over at Wilbur, who also was very, very paralyzed just as much as me. Then I twisted my head to look at the other two. Ghostbur was worried & tried going over to help. But the rain touched his hand when he reached out & it burned him with a “tsk”. Revivebur dragged him back under the umbrella, keeping him put. “Pfft-!” Another voice muttered following a laugh. There stood Pogbur & L’Manbur staring at us with confusion. At this point I felt like fainting. Those two also came from the same role-play. L’Manbur being the President of L’Manberg & Pogbur being the one to blow it all up. “What the heck?” & with a new voice, the one that sounds like younger me. I blacked out. Everything spun around before I felt my legs give out & my body press the mud underneath me.
“He’s waking up!” A voice whispered with excitement. “Shh, let him sleep darlin’.” Another voice said with a flirting tone. I couldn’t recognize whose voice was whose, other than the fact that they were my voice. That scared the shit out of me, the fear forcing my body to jolt up & made my breath incredibly heavy. I saw Ghostbur sit near my feet, looking at me with curiosity. I looked to my right to see Simpbur lean over me & ARGbur try to pull her away. Then Revivebur was leaning against a tree smoking a cigar from a bit afar. “Oh my god. . .” I whispered, pushing myself away by using the rest of my arm strength. “Yeah, it isn’t a dream.” Another Wilbur said with a chuckle, staring down at me with his arms crossed. I felt the dirt & leaves underneath me, clear to show that I was still in the forest.
ARGbur was a persona I made out to be obsessive, killing someone to become a youtubers editor. He ended up falling into a river & getting hyperthermia. That’s why his fingertips were black & he was constantly cold. Simpbur was made from a song I wrote, “your new boyfriend” & it was about a guy being extremely obsessive & not liking his crush's boyfriend. & the other Wilbur who told me it wasn’t a dream wasn’t so familiar, but his outfit was an outfit I had worn to a LoveJoy concert once, a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned to his chest with light blue jeans. LoveJoy was the band I had made with a few friends back then & still today it is growing.
The sun being raised high in the sky which had blinded me slightly through the trees. “Where’s- where's Thomas?” I asked with panic, taking no time to rush to my feet & look around for the boy. “Wilbur took him to find some firewood.” L’Manbur answered. “Which way did they go?” Worry & anxiety shot through me immediately, I never thought I’d care about the child any more then I did now. “He’ll be fine.” Pogbur replied, staring me up & down. Everyone was so fucking tall. Pogbur, about 8 feet. The Wilbur who I assumed to be LoveJoy WIlbur, almost 7 feet. L’Manbur being over 7, nearly 8 with his high platforms. “Oh god. . .” I cried, stumbling backwards & into a tree. I slid down the bark & onto the dirt. “I’ve fucked up big time.” I felt tears rush down my face, then a sob choked out of my throat. I cried. I cried pathetically at that too, but my emotions took over too much to allow me to care.
I felt Ghostburs presence near me, I felt him sit on his knees next to me. “If I had blue I would give it to you. . . But I don’t. ’m sorry. . .” He whispered. His adorableness & sweetness only made me want to cry harder but in a more positive way. Another bursona sat down next to me, holding onto my shoulder & head, letting me lean over & lay on his shoulder. “I’ve failed,” I cried. “You didn’t.” Ghostbur replied softly. “We just let you down.” I felt two pairs of hands rub along my back, head, & arms. It calmed me down but not enough to get me to stop crying. I then heard someone crouch down in front of me while the leaves crunching beneath their feet. I felt fingers press against my jaw & force me to look up at the person. Could I even call them a person?
“William.” The man growled. How did he know my name? “You didn’t fail, twat.” I recognized how he looked. It was a c!Wilbur. I felt my face become red, I didn’t know why but something made my stomach feel weird. “God that's hot!” ARGbur shouted from a bit aways. A smile tugged on c!Wilbur’s lips but he kept his eyes on me. It soon faded as he repeated, “you did not fail, William.” I couldn’t respond but nodded instead, & as soon as I did he backed away. Taking his hands off of my face & turning around, walking over to the campfire they had set up. How the fuck did I not notice the campfire. The person that sat right next to me was Simpbur. Her & Ghostbur helped me up & onto my feet. Simp was about shorter than me, almost 6’3 to be exact. She had a brown cat beanie & a bloody nose—something the fans gave him on their own. Brown sparkling eyes & pink cheeks. I felt Ghostbur wrap its arms around me but it slowly faded through my body due to him being a ghost. “It’ll be ‘lright. Tommy’s safe, ‘kay?” I nodded in response. All I could do was pray that Ghost was right.
I sat at the campfire along with Youngbur—the younger version of me, ARGbur, Simpbur, Revivebur, & L’Manbur. They were talking about where they come from & how it was like there. I didn’t bother joining in on the conversation, I just got myself stuck in my thoughts thinking about Thomas. “Hey, uh. Will?” Youngbur tapped my shoulder. It snapped me out of the trance & I looked at him. “Tommy’s here.” He said, almost like he was reading my mind. I looked in the direction he pointed in, to my luck Thomas & Wilbur were there with wood in their hands. I gasped, taking no time to rush to my feet & quickly jog over to the child. “Holy shit, where have you’ve been!?” I shouted at him while bringing him into my arms. “Gettin’ firewood.” He choked out between laughs. “You are not allowed to leave my sight like that again.” Wilbur was near him, but backed away & over towards the fire to give Thomas & I a moment.
He had put the wood into the fire, making the flames dance higher. People were chatting, but I didn’t know what I should say. I just sat on the ground in front of the fire, zoning out to my own thoughts once again that drowned out the sounds of laughter & playful bickering around me. “Hey!” Someone called out, the voice being similar to Ghostburs. But when I looked, it wasn’t. Origins SMP Wilbur. A Minecraft SMP I made with my friends with a mod that allowed the player to be a mob hybrid. Looking out to bursona, it was clear what hybrid he was. A phantom. He had small blue wings with bones visible through the skin on his back, the same skin color as Ghostbur, a light blue. His pant legs were ripped along the knees, you could see some blue ooze coming out of it like Ghostburs scar. His hair was just as fluffy like the other bursonas but he had a brown beanie on it instead of a red one. “Hey.” I responded back once I realized he was talking to me. “You ‘lright?” He asked. I nod, looking back at the fire. “Yeah, just. . . thinkin’.” He sat right next to me, his arm brushing against mine. Usually I despise physical contact made with me, but I didn’t seem to mind when my other selves had made some form of contact. I started to think about that, staring mindlessly into the fire as my mind filled with my internal voice.
We both sat in comfortable silence while the others chatted. I slowly was able to grab myself & pull my mind back into reality. I looked around my area, seeing Thomas & Youngbur sprint around. They were laughing & chasing each other around the trees. I looked somewhere else & caught Simpbur staring at me from a tree she was sitting at nearby. As soon as our eyes met she shoved her face into her knees, I caught a glimpse of red blush along her face. I was somewhat surprised but at the same time not. She was sourced from a love song & the fans went crazy, making headcanons that she had an obsessive love disorder or something like that. But canonically she was straight, so why did she get flustered at me? I brushed it off & looked over back at Phantom, who was now leaning his head on my shoulder. I didn’t feel him move there, which was odd & was something that surprised me. But I patted his head & chuckled a bit. “Gay!” I heard Pogbur shout. It made Phantombur jump a bit & caused us to turn around at the voice. He flipped off the bursona & they laughed, but I just turned back around at the fire. I felt drained & I didn’t know why. Probably from a depressive episode, which I get frequently. ARGbur walked near us & sat down, warming his hands from the still-burning fire. The tips of his fingers were still jet black, possibly from hyperthermia. “Shit, what happened?” Phantom spoke out from the silence. “I killed someone n fell into the freezing cold lake.” ARGbur answered like murdering someone was just another tuesday. I sighed & looked down at my knees, allowing my body to slump over & fall onto Phantombur, who I started to rest my head on. God, if we don’t figure out how to bring them back to where they’re from I was going to teach them the rules of this universe they are now living in.
“What are we supposed to do now?” L’Manbur asked, walking near the campfire where some of us sat. “Do we try to get home? Or do we stay?” I shrugged. “Ask Thomas, he's the one who brought you all here in the first place.” Pogbur also followed L’Man. “I would like to go home.” He said sharply. “I do too.” ARGbur agreed. “Well I can’t do anything. Like I said, go talk to the child.” I repeat myself.
“You also call him a child too?” cc!Wilbur laughed.
“Pfft, I do too.” c!Wilbur responded.
“Same!” Phantom giggled along.
“A lot of us seem to call him a child.” L’Manbur added.
“‘Cause he is.” I said.
I closed my eyes tightly, becoming overstimulated with all of the talking. More talking continued, but I slowly started to focus on the footsteps approaching me. It stopped right behind me & then I felt a pair of warm hands on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. I recognized the movements & realized it was Simpbur. My eyes fluttered open & I looked to see who it was, & I was correct. It was the lovely dovey man himself. I smiled softly, leaning my head back onto Phantom & just sinking in the touch. It was comforting. It was something I desperately needed after years of being alone or in abusive relationships, which ended up leaving me touch starved. Thomas & Youngbur came back from playing, all out of breath with leaves in their hair & dirt on their faces. “My mums going to be upset if I don’t get home.” Youngbur complained. “My girlfriend will miss me!” Incelbur added. “Incel, your girlfriend doesn’t love you.” c!Wilbur said sharply. I watched the bursona look down in upset.
I wonder how everyone knew each other, perhaps from just talking while I was passed out ‘cause it seemed like I was out for a long while.
Incelbur was a more fan-made bursona, he was extremely similar to Simpbur but less-respectful towards people. Hard to explain, but the only difference by his appearance from Simpbur was that love was three inches shorter, eyes had a pink tint, & he had a regular maroon beanie rather than a brown cat one. He was also caught up in delusions that girls liked him, despite it being proven it wasn’t. Perhaps deprivation could cause stuff like that. I can fix him. What?
“I’ve been telling you guys to get fuckin’ Thomas to get you guys back home!” I shouted, nearly at my breaking point. I was growing tired of everyone complaining. “He’s the one who got you guys here in the first place!!” “Shh.” Simpbur shushed. She moved closer towards me & held me in her arms. Everyone stared in shock at my outburst. The bursonas then twisted their heads over Thomas, who now looked worried. “I-I didn’t mean to!” He yelled in defense. “How the fuck did you not mean to?” ARGbur growled. “I thought the book was fictional. . .” “Book?” Ghostbur muttered. Thomas nodded. “Where is the book? It must say how to get us home.” The child shrugged. “I don’t know where my book bag is” “FUCK!” c!Wilbur shouted, a grumbling sound leaving his throat after. “Then what the fuck do we do?” Simpbur asked. I looked around, not wanting to intervene with the bursonas. I saw Revivebur with their back leaning on a tree & a new cigarette in their mouth that’s been lightened. They seemed calm, or annoyed. I couldn’t tell. Their face was tilted down & his eyes were closed, like they were resting. I turn my attention off of them & back to the others. Tommy, ARGbur, Youngbur, & L’Manbur were all looking for the book bag.
Phantom still stayed near me, their hand now on my thigh. I slowly realized it had been there for a small while & it immediately made my face red. I started getting confused as to why my face burned up. I didn’t comment on it though, I didn’t want him to remove it for some reason. Simpbur was also still behind me, her arms wrapped around my chest. I didn’t want them to leave, & I don’t know why. I didn’t want anybody here to leave. But God, I despised the thought of keeping them here. I tried convincing myself it was only ‘cause I was touch deprived, I guess it worked for the time being. “I found it!” Thomas shouted, running back to the campfire & coming to a halt once he reached us. He had the book in his hands, Youngbur & Ghostbur nearby & L’Manbur coming from another area of the forest. Toms sat down onto the dirt & started to flip rapidly at the pages. It got a lot of the bursonas attention, all of them turning their heads towards the boy. We all waited eagerly for Thomas to say something about how to get everyone home. “How to create a pathway back to the universes you brought your creations alive.” He started reading. “You must create the same symbol on a forest floor on a day where the weather is horrible & thunder is near. You must use blue paint instead of red, & you must grow green fire with wood inside of the heart.” “That might take a while to get but we could do it!” Youngbur shouted with joy. Thomas nodded before continuing. “You must chant the same but words the opposite, & all of your problems will go away.” “Yeah, these assholes are problems alright.” c!Wilbur joked.
There was a silent & somewhat confusing pause until Thomas’s face fell. “There’s a note here & it says. . . uhm.” “What does it say?” Ghostbur asked, tilting his head to the side. “Note: if you have more than seven entities that were summoned they cannot leave back to where they came.” I heard grumbles, grunts, upsetting moans, & shouting from everyone. I felt rather upset too, but also something made me happy that they weren’t going to leave. I felt Phantombur’s wing brushed up against my back, causing me to sit up straight. I felt him fall onto my lap in despair, groaning loudly. I looked up & watched Simpbur walk away, chasing after ARGbur who started to run into the forest. Ghostbur had brought himself to a tree & sat at it, his head in his knees. c!Wilbur was shouting at Thomas & cc!Wilbur was bickering with c!Wilbur. LoveJoy Wilbur wasn’t phased very much, but did seem pissed off a little. Youngbur held onto Thomas & started to cry? L’Manbur held onto a yelling Pogbur who was taunting Thomas with c!Wil. My mind was a mess & I just wanted to go home. I didn’t know what to do so I started hyperventilating. I looked down & closed my eyes, my teeth clenching each other tightly. I felt tears start to form as my breath hitched. The yelling got louder & louder, I couldn’t even focus on my own thoughts at this point. Everything paused in a moment once I felt the ground on my legs move away as I was picked up. I gasp as I open my eyes. All I saw through a blurry mess was Revivebur carrying me, their hands holding my thighs as my legs wrapped around their torso. I just took in the fact that I've been carried once again in my life since I was a baby, so I leaned over their shoulder & cried softly into his coat.
They took me a little away from the arguing & placed me down on his lap once they sat at a tree. I could smell the cigarettes on him by shoving my face into his chest & just sobbing. Their hand rubbed through my mess of a hair & his free one held onto my waist. I felt him cuddle me closer. They started to smell like a rotting corpse then just cigarettes, but not in a nauseating way that it would usually smell like. More just like shitty cologne that's easy to ignore. The soft sensations of being held & the smells of him helped calm me down a lot. “That's it.” They whispered. “Don’t ask for this shit again, you’re lucky I even gave it to you.” I chuckled. “That must make me special, huh?” They scoffed at the tease I made through sniffles & a cracked voice. I leaned in just a bit closer, just enough to feel safe in his arms. I shouldn’t really be feeling that in someone who has committed mass amounts of terrorism in the past but oh well, this was comforting