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Wilbur doesn't know what is happening, he saw people crying, some saying that 'this can't be real' but what? What can't be real. All of them are dressed in black, and he doesn't know why. It looks like they are on a funeral, but from who would it be? Wilbur didn't hear that anyone died recently, so why would he be here?
Wilbur tries to move, tries to stand up from where he is laying down, but he is inable to do so.
He doesn't feel anything, he can't feel anything, he can only hear people crying and praying that he, whoever that person is, isn't really dead. He can see people standing over him..
He tries to frown, why would people stand over him? Weird.
All his thoughts stop as the next person looks at him, it is Tommy. Why would his little brother be here? Or more important, why is his little brother crying this much while looking at him?
'Tommy,' he tries to say, but his tongue doesn't move anywhere. He wants to tell Tommy that he is alright, and that he maybe should go to the funeral of whoever is dead. Only he can't, and he hates it.
"Wilbur.." his little brother begins, he is still crying, the tears making his eyes red. "Will, please wake up.." he says, wiping his nose with his shirt. Wilbur needs to clean that shirt later, because, iew. "Dad is saying you are dead, I don't believe him.. You promised you wouldn't leave me this soon.."
What.. he isn't dead. The funeral is for someone else, right?
Tommy grabs his hand, the tears falling onto Wilbur's hand while Tommy keeps sobbing.
"Please don't leave me.."
"Tommy," he hears someone say, he can't see him, but he knows it is Phil.
"Dad.. he isn't dead, h-he isn't.." Tommy tries to say, but Wilbur can almost hear Phil shake his head.
"Mate, the building crashed on top of him. His heart stopped and it hasn't started since last week, he is gone." Wilbur can hear his dad's voice break just a bit, it is almost unnoticeable, but Wilbur notices how his dad tries to stay strong infront of Tommy.
"He didn't.. he isn't dead.." Tommy tries, his voice becoming frustrated.
"Tommy, come. Let your brother say goodbye to him.."
"No! I don't want to leave Wilbur.. he needs me!"
"He doesn't Tommy, come on, let your brother talk to his twin in peace."
"I.." Tommy begins, but Phil probable gave him a stern look he always gives when telling that they don't have a choice. "Okay."
As Tommy walks away, Wilbur is left with his own thoughts. They say he is dead, this is his funeral.. but he isn't dead, he is alive, only just.. he just can't move or talk right now.
"Hi.." Someone above him says, he doesn't even need to look to know who it is. His twin's voice is different from usual, the always monotone voice now cracking because of the amount of it has been overused in the past day. He looks up at his twin, seeing the bloodshot eyes being more red than usual and tears lingering on his cheecks. "I.. I don't know if you can hear me.. but, I'll miss you. I can't live without you, even if I act like I can. I don't know how to like without you by my side, don't know how to fight all those guys without you fighting with me.. I miss you. I haven't been eating, only drinking when Phil forces me too. Phil thinks I am taking this well, but I am not. You.. you have always been by my side and I don't know.. Fuck! I don't know what to do without you!" Techno cries out. Wilbur doesn't know what to do, he doesn't even know if he can do anything. "You look awefull, you know. You are white, maybe even more white than me, and I thought that couldn't even be possible.." Techno grabs Wilbur's hand, just like Tommy did. "I don't want you to leave." Tears are now falling from Techno's cheecks. "I gotta go now, you'll be burried soon."
He will be.. what?! He can't be burried, he isn't dead. He can't be.. no nonononono. He can't be burried. He will literally die then.
Not even half an hour after Techno left, the casket closes. The songs started playing and the speeches about his life and friendships where told.
Then, he felt movement, the casket he is laying in moving and being sunken into the ground. He wants to yell, wants to yell that he isn't really dead. But he can't, he would never be able to.
He hears people crying, the sobbing not stopping when the first scoop of dirt lands on top of the coffin. The noise becomes quieter when more dirt layers upon him.
Almost everything is silent and Wilbur is panicking.
This is not really happening, this can't be happening! He is burried, burried alive.. and.. and.. he won't be able to escape this box. The lid being too heavy for him to lift and the sand on top of it making it even heavier.
The air will eventually be used and he'll suffocate in here.. and if he wouldn't, he would die of starvation or dehydration.
He will die because of people being stupid enough to think that he is dead..
Wilbur doesn't know when he fainted, but he does know that he woke up grasping at his throat. He tries to breath, but can't..
But then, suddenly, he falls. He doesn't know what is happening, doesn't know how he can fall in a enclosed space.
He tries to catch something, but finds out that he is falling through the floor. He tries to grab something, only to find that his hand is just going through the object. He wracks his brain for a possible solution before he falls into the void and will never be able to escape.
Suddenly, he falls onto something hard. He looks around, a cave of some sort. He feels around, feeling his hand go into the stone but grabbing something behind it.
He pulls forward, walking into the stones. He doesn't know what is happening, but he can walk through stone? He needs to get up though, he tries to climb up, feeling his foot settle onto the stones. His eyes widen in suprise, he can climbs upwards?!
After what feels like fourty minutes, he can see the air again. He doesn't know why, but suddenly, he is burning, the sun is too warm, almost burning him alive. He scream, tries to run for cover, but before he can cover himself, the burning is suddenly gone. He looks at his hands, or, tries to because they are gone. His hands are invicible? Cool!'No, please don't.. please..' he tries to say, he tries to move, tries to tell them that he is alive. But they can't hear him, his voice doesn't seem to cooperate with him.
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Or, a Wilbur Soot AU where Wilbur (or Ghostbur) gets burried alive.
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Wilbur doesn't know what is happening, he saw people crying, some saying that 'this can't be real' but what? What can't be real. All of them are dressed in black, and he doesn't know why. It looks like they are on a funeral, but from who would it be? Wilbur didn't hear that anyone died recently, so why would he be here?
Wilbur tries to move, tries to stand up from where he is laying down, but he is inable to do so.
He doesn't feel anything, he can't feel anything, he can only hear people crying and praying that he, whoever that person is, isn't really dead. He can see people standing over him..
He tries to frown, why would people stand over him? Weird.
All his thoughts stop as the next person looks at him, it is Tommy. Why would his little brother be here? Or more important, why is his little brother crying this much while looking at him?
'Tommy,' he tries to say, but his tongue doesn't move anywhere. He wants to tell Tommy that he is alright, and that he maybe should go to the funeral of whoever is dead. Only he can't, and he hates it.
"Wilbur.." his little brother begins, he is still crying, the tears making his eyes red. "Will, please wake up.." he says, wiping his nose with his shirt. Wilbur needs to clean that shirt later, because, iew. "Dad is saying you are dead, I don't believe him.. You promised you wouldn't leave me this soon.."
What.. he isn't dead. The funeral is for someone else, right?
Tommy grabs his hand, the tears falling onto Wilbur's hand while Tommy keeps sobbing.
"Please don't leave me.."
"Tommy," he hears someone say, he can't see him, but he knows it is Phil.
"Dad.. he isn't dead, h-he isn't.." Tommy tries to say, but Wilbur can almost hear Phil shake his head.
"Mate, the building crashed on top of him. His heart stopped and it hasn't started since last week, he is gone." Wilbur can hear his dad's voice break just a bit, it is almost unnoticeable, but Wilbur notices how his dad tries to stay strong infront of Tommy.
"He didn't.. he isn't dead.." Tommy tries, his voice becoming frustrated.
"Tommy, come. Let your brother say goodbye to him.."
"No! I don't want to leave Wilbur.. he needs me!"
"He doesn't Tommy, come on, let your brother talk to his twin in peace."
"I.." Tommy begins, but Phil probable gave him a stern look he always gives when telling that they don't have a choice. "Okay."
As Tommy walks away, Wilbur is left with his own thoughts. They say he is dead, this is his funeral.. but he isn't dead, he is alive, only just.. he just can't move or talk right now.
"Hi.." Someone above him says, he doesn't even need to look to know who it is. His twin's voice is different from usual, the always monotone voice now cracking because of the amount of it has been overused in the past day. He looks up at his twin, seeing the bloodshot eyes being more red than usual and tears lingering on his cheecks. "I.. I don't know if you can hear me.. but, I'll miss you. I can't live without you, even if I act like I can. I don't know how to like without you by my side, don't know how to fight all those guys without you fighting with me.. I miss you. I haven't been eating, only drinking when Phil forces me too. Phil thinks I am taking this well, but I am not. You.. you have always been by my side and I don't know.. Fuck! I don't know what to do without you!" Techno cries out. Wilbur doesn't know what to do, he doesn't even know if he can do anything. "You look awefull, you know. You are white, maybe even more white than me, and I thought that couldn't even be possible.." Techno grabs Wilbur's hand, just like Tommy did. "I don't want you to leave." Tears are now falling from Techno's cheecks. "I gotta go now, you'll be burried soon."
He will be.. what?! He can't be burried, he isn't dead. He can't be.. no nonononono. He can't be burried. He will literally die then.
Not even half an hour after Techno left, the casket closes. The songs started playing and the speeches about his life and friendships where told.
Then, he felt movement, the casket he is laying in moving and being sunken into the ground. He wants to yell, wants to yell that he isn't really dead. But he can't, he would never be able to.
He hears people crying, the sobbing not stopping when the first scoop of dirt lands on top of the coffin. The noise becomes quieter when more dirt layers upon him.
Almost everything is silent and Wilbur is panicking.
This is not really happening, this can't be happening! He is burried, burried alive.. and.. and.. he won't be able to escape this box. The lid being too heavy for him to lift and the sand on top of it making it even heavier.
The air will eventually be used and he'll suffocate in here.. and if he wouldn't, he would die of starvation or dehydration.
He will die because of people being stupid enough to think that he is dead..
Wilbur doesn't know when he fainted, but he does know that he woke up grasping at his throat. He tries to breath, but can't..
But then, suddenly, he falls. He doesn't know what is happening, doesn't know how he can fall in a enclosed space.
He tries to catch something, but finds out that he is falling through the floor. He tries to grab something, only to find that his hand is just going through the object. He wracks his brain for a possible solution before he falls into the void and will never be able to escape.
Suddenly, he falls onto something hard. He looks around, a cave of some sort. He feels around, feeling his hand go into the stone but grabbing something behind it.
He pulls forward, walking into the stones. He doesn't know what is happening, but he can walk through stone? He needs to get up though, he tries to climb up, feeling his foot settle onto the stones. His eyes widen in suprise, he can climbs upwards?!
After what feels like fourty minutes, he can see the air again. He doesn't know why, but suddenly, he is burning, the sun is too warm, almost burning him alive. He scream, tries to run for cover, but before he can cover himself, the burning is suddenly gone. He looks at his hands, or, tries to because they are gone. His hands are invicible? Cool!
He is going to show Techno this!
"Hello Ghostbur," someone behind him says, he spins around, looking at the person standing under a tree. "Looks like you came back already."