𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 ꨄ︎ ᵐᶜʸᵗ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ

it was cold. and dark. so dark that they couldn't see a thing. not even their hands stretched outwards before them. nothing. just empty. no light. no sound. nothing. they tried to scream yet nothing came. they tried.to move their feet but it.qas as if they were stuck to the ground. that's when it hit her. that smell. smoke. honey. and coffee. the kinda of smell taht itched at their nose, a familiar scent they couldn't quite place their finger on.

tick

a noise. a.clock. where ever they were. there was a clock. they waited.

five minutes had passed, but bathing changed. the s don't stringer now, the clock ticking louder but nothing less had changed. they still couldn't move their feet. still couldn't see a thing.. when a flash of red went by right beside them, wind strong enough to knock them down. light slowly begins to fade in. not a lot but it's something. a greyish tone of light. still rather dark though. a train station. they seemed to be in a train station. the ticking. it was louder now. rining in their ears. the smoke. it was as if they were choking. but there was nothing here. just a empty train station. greysih tones and red lights. it seemed almost familiar. le they gad been here before, a few tines, but they couldn't quite remember. that's when another train came flying past. and it didn't stop. much like the other one. neither gad drawn a stop to the station.

"hello? is anyone here?" they called, barely hearing their own voice reach their ears. the darkness looking geode them freaking them out. that's when they spotted it. the smoke coming from their.afigure seemed to be hiding in the dark.

"it's been a while, traitor." the alluring tone called. stepping from the dark ess,lifting fvsmoke into theor face. when his dace appeared. oh f*ck. the sharp cut jaw. thick hair growing on his jawline. the golden tooth. the horns and the white eyes. wait. white. he had red eyes. but they were white now. of yeag, he was dead.

"schlatt." they commented, taku.f a step sck as he raised the cigarette to his lips once more.

"what the f*ck are you doing here?" he asked, inhaling the smoke. watching it travel up his nose. it was rather satisfying to watch.

"a hello would be f*cking nice prick." a smirk played at their features as jschlatt raised his other hand. taking a sip of the brown bottle.

"how on-"

"i'm dead sweetpea. nothing runs out in death." he laughed, knowing what they were going go ask. y/n's gaze flickering from the bottle to the cigarette. so they never ran out. that was kinda kinda cool. they watched as he took another drag of the cigarette. one of his hands curling under their chin, making them look at his eyes. white eyes that showed no emotion, his lips lifted into a grin. before came a cloud of smoke in their face. then came the cold lips against their neck. a shiver turning down their spine. the smoke disappeared as schlatt took a couple of steps backwards, grin widening. stone cold fear had settled in now. they could feel the lips dance over their neck, and still they couldn't move. not in the slow footsteps made their way round to face them. y/n finally raising her gaze to the whitened eyes of him. he too had a cigarette. he looked older then the last time they saw him. the blood stains still on his now ratty, dirty jumper. the flithy dirtied jacket. the flag patch falling. the wild curly hair, the hair they would run their fingers through late at night in pogtopia. now had a streak of white hair. he was growing older in limbo. and he smelt really bad. like a rotting corpse. well. he was. and smoke. the smoke wafting attend him hade them want to choke.

"my beautiful, beautiful y/n. did you miss me?" he whispered, hooking a cold finger under their chin. meeting his face. the ghostly pale fave still speckled in freckles. reminding them of the nights where they would sit and try to count them. they couldn't move. couldn't talk. it was like they were a doll. his lips grew into a smirk as a flickering light filled the room. blinding them.

"PLEASE STOP NO. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. NO." a voice screamed through the light. their blood ran cold. watching as a male in orange dragged the ghost back into the limbo. ghostbur. no f*cking way. the green eyes lifting to next their shocked gaze, teeth stretched wide.

"you two, let's go." he laughed pointing towards schlatt and wilbur as ghostbur screamed in pain.

"meet me at the tree my dear." Wilbur laughed before he and schlatt followed dream into the light. and just like that everything faded into black.

a face appearing above her. the blonde strands of hair sticking up in every direction. worried blue eyes glistened with tears. tommy. it was tommy. he was muttering their name, asking them something. but nothing reached their ears. then she heard it, a distant noise. a train. oh f*cking hell. and without another word they jumped from the bed. not even caring that they were wearing nothing but pj shorts and a t-shirt. their bare feet against the wet grass. tommy watched 8n horror as they sprinted off, rushing after them. s reading their name. something was really wrong. folkowing the figure through the thick rain. to whete he didn't know. when the suddenly came to a stop before what remains of l'manberg. a strangled gasp passing his lips. there stood on the grassy hill beside the burnt down remains of the l'manberg tree was two figures. a cloud of smoke above them. glowing white eyes. a streak of white hair much like his own. oh f*cking sh*t. it was wilbur soot and jschlatt. just standing there looking out into the remaining of the once great city.

"will?" tommys voice cracked. the two turning at the call, y/n falling to their knees. wilbur eyes dancing over y/n. a smile growing on his features. and lime that he knew he still had them wrapped around his finger.

"hello again brother." wilbur smiled, tommys face aviod of emotions now. this wasn't will. well it was will. but it wasn't at the same time. he had changed. grown cold in death. that's when tne masked figure appeared behind the two boys. the empty mask with a single daunting smile.

"dream. how did-" tommy spluttered in shock. reminding them, did he know about ghostbur?

"boys. i say we have a little fun." dream laughed, the purple glowing swords appearing from nowhere. y/n's eyes raising to meet wilburs. it wasn't him anymore.

he was nothing but ghost of the man he once was.

𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 ꨄ︎ ᵐᶜʸᵗ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ - -𝚆 𝙸 𝙻 𝙱 𝚄 𝚁- (2024)