All posts by FriskPacifist1

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Me: Hi everyone!

Me: I'm not feeling the greatest today, so this part might be-

Wilbur: Nope.

Me: W-what?

Wilbur: Go to bed, now.

Me: What are you all talking about?

Wilbur: The reason why you're sick today is because you've slept literally two hours in the past three days and you’ve been go-go-going this whole time!

Me: Techno sleeps like that!

Wilbur: Techno is a piglin hybrid. He doesn't even really need to sleep. But you are a human-

Me: 0-0

Wilbur: -and you need sleep!

Me: I'm fine, Wilbur. It's just a headache.

Phil: Avery, go to bed.

Me: ...

Phil: Please.

Me: ...Fine. Wilbur, you're in charge of the questions clipboard. DO NOT let Tommy anywhere near it.

Wilbur: Today's questions are by @EndCollective , @Georeg404 - WHO THE HELL IS GEOREG?!- @Mouselline , @Skellijira , @Illey Is A Simp , and @SSMeifwa205 !

Phil: I'll take half, and you take half?

Wilbur: Let's give Techno some too.

Techno: Trust me when I say you really don't have to.

Phil: We'll each get 2 questions! Perfect split!

Techno: Woo.

Wilbur: From EndCollective... Who's Velvet?

Velvet: Right here, sorry.

*Velvet pops out from a tunnel hidden behind a plant.*

Wilbur: What the- how the- who the- Fuck.

Velvet: Don't question it. What did EndCollective want to know?

Wilbur: Apparently... HEY!

Velvet: What?

Wilbur: You were supposed to burst into my room and shout "oh my god, it's a gay!"

Velvet: Ahahaha!

Wilbur: It's not funny!

Velvet: Tell Quackity that.

Wilbur: From Georeg404- WHO THE HELL IS GEOREG-

Fundy: You already did that joke!

Wilbur: Shut up. Anyways, this ask is actually for you!

Fundy: Alright, I’m listening.

Wilbur: How did you feel when I died?

Fundy: What kind of question is that?!

Wilbur: Sorry. I wasn’t the one who asked it.

Fundy: Well, obviously I was sad! I mean, I was still angry with you, but I didn’t want you to die! And that meant we wouldn’t ever get to talk this whole thing out or anything because Ghostbur always avoided the subject!

Wilbur: …Sorry.

Fundy: It’s fine. That’s in the past now, whatever.

Wilbur: …

Techno: From Mouselline… Oh no.

Ranboo: What is it?

Techno: It’s the person who asked you about MICHAEL or Tubbo.

Ranboo: What does she want?

Techno: If Tubbo would choose you or Tommy.

Ranboo: How do we get her to stop these questions?

Techno: I think the only way is… We have to have Tubbo answer this publicly. In front of both of you.

Ranboo: Oh XD.

Techno: Should we…?

Ranboo: I’ll call them both in here.

Tommy: Hey, big men! What’s up!

Tubbo: Yeah, what’s going on?

Techno: …

Ranboo: Tubbo, if you could only save me or Tommy, who would you pick?

Tubbo: What the- what?!

Ranboo: Please, just answer. It’s the only way to stop this.

Tubbo: …*mumbled answer*

Ranboo: What?

Tubbo: …You.

Tommy: W-what? Big man…

Tubbo: Tommy, I-

*Tommy storms out, and Techno follows him*

Techno: Tommy, it’s okay. It’s just a hypothetical.

Tommy: He chose him over me! I’ve been his best friend for years! But I guess that doesn’t mean shit next to a wedding ring!

Techno: Calm down.

Tommy: How the FUCK am I supposed to calm down when- when my best friend doesn’t care about me as much anymore? He’d let me die just for Ranboo!

Techno: I know, Theseus. I know.

*Somewhere…*

?????: So, the Blade has gone soft? Interesting. Seems like once I take out the weakest link… The strongest one will fall.

Techno: Oh thank XD, this next question is for Phil. I get a freebie. PHIIIIIIL!

Phil: Damn, mate, you don’t need to shout.

Techno: Sorry.

Phil: It’s fine. What do you need?

Techno: Can you call Grian really quick? Skellijira wants to see him.

Phil: I can try, but knowing him he won’t respond. He’s always busy.

Calling: Grian❤🪶

Grian: Hello?

Phil: Hey, Grian!

Grian: Phil! What’s up?

Phil: Not much. Are you busy?

Grian: Actually, yeah. Scar’s birthday is coming up and Mumbo is helping me plan something for him.

Phil: Oh, okay.

Grian: Sorry! I know I’ve been skipping out on the last few holidays-

Phil: It’s fine, little brother. I know you’re busy.

Grian: Thanks for understanding. I’ll try to make it for Wilby’s birthday?

Phil: You know he’d straight-up murder you if he knew you still called him Wilby.

Grian: Awww, Wilby wouldn’t do that to his favorite Uncle Grian!

Phil: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Stay safe.

Grian: Byeeeeeeee!

Call ended.

Phil: Sorry, Skelli, I don’t think we’ll be seeing him any time soon.

Phil: Hey Karl, this question is for you!

Karl: Oh! Here, hand me the clipboard.

Karl: From Illey- oh, hey Star! Yeah, I still remember you even though you've changed your username. How are you doing?

Karl: “Do I remember your duel with Purpled?” Hell yeah I do! It was siiiiick!

Karl: Honestly, it’s a bit hard for me to face Purpled and Callahan knowing what they did in a past timeline.

Karl: But, the past is the past, the present is now, and the future is eternal.

Purpled: Did someone say my name?

Karl: Nope!

Phil: Wilbur! Come here.

Wilbur: (oh shit, he’s using the stern dad voice, I must’ve fucked up-) Yeah?

Phil: Have you been doing certain things in your room with a certain someone without telling me?

Wilbur: Uhhhhh… Oop! Looks like the revival’s wearing off! I’m sure Ghostbur can answer your question-

Phil: Wilbur Soot-Minecraft.

Wilbur: …Yeah?

Phil: *Sigh* This person named SSMeifwa205 wants you to thank them.

Wilbur: Thank them? For what?

Phil: For making ‘TNTDuo’ canon?

Wilbur: I think we could’ve made it canon by ourselves, but whatever. Thank you.

*Inside the walls*

Velvet: Why was Avery talking to DreamXD, of all people? What was that weird portal-thing? Why did he get taller and look different right up until the portal closed? What did XD mean by the mortal family and the god family? What the hell is going on?!

(Note: Yeah, I am actually not feeling the greatest today, so that's why this part is short and a lot of questions went unanswered! Feel free to repost them and I'll try my hardest to answer them tomorrow. Also, SORRY it's been so long! I've been crazy busy, lol. Sorry!)

Notification Hedgies: @Aphlonwy , @Yeetmore is swag , @IceDragon1235 , @DuckieLuhv, @JustHereForNothing , @StuffRoniSays , @LemonStickersXOXO , @TTVSirGavin06 , @Mouselline , @Number2harrypotterfan , @Flono322h , @ItzPandawastaken, @ThEtBe, @Teatako, @DreamSMP2468, @SorryThisUsernameIs , @AniCanFly , @Jasmyn Flowers , @IGN - kluuuv , @Illey Is A Simp , @Colbaltz , @Georeg404 , @ClickClips . @SSMeifwa205, @Kidiot , @Skellijira , and @Mrcactuslady13 !

Wilbur opened his eyes and looked around. Huh. I kinda thought the afterlife would be a little more... Dark. He was in a fairly well-lit area, with various things scattered around. He took mental notes of everything, although he was sure he'd have years to memorize it all. Drugs, alcohol, more drugs, more alcohol... Oh, a pack of playing cards! The deck of playing cards were the only thing to pander directly to him, which was strange. Wasn't this supposed to be his personal afterlife? He had never been particularly interested in the other things on the ground. As he started to walk around, he noticed a table with... Three chairs? Why were there three chairs? Am I not alone here? This question was soon answered, as two figures walked into his vision. One of whom he recognized very clearly.

"Hello, Schlatt."

Jschlatt gave an overdramatic groan as he recognized Wilbur. "Fuuuuuuuck, of course you're here." The other person (who looked like that teletubby bitch Dream, but... Mexican?) just laughed as Wilbur and Schlatt had a glare-off. "Trust me, Schlatt, I'm not exactly thrilled to be here either." Wilbur spat his name with as much anger as he could, but barely anything registered on Schlatt's face. "Fucking hell man, you're not supposed to be here. Being dead was kinda my thing." He took a drink from the bottle in his hand as Wilbur facepalmed. "I died literally 30 minutes after you! You didn't have time to make it 'your thing'!" Just like when they were alive, they immediately settled into bickering. Which, to tell you the truth, was just fine with both of them. It was at least something familiar to hold on to.

"So, who's the other guy?" Wilbur said after they were both finally done shouting insults at each other. "Oh, him?" Schlatt gave a dismissive wave to the other person, who had moved to sit at the table while they were fighting. "He's Mexican Dream. Just try to ignore him or he'll attempt to sell you drugs." The Mexican teletubby- Mexican Dream- perked up at this. "Compra mis drogas, perra!" Schlatt just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I don't have what a damn clue he's saying. Like I said, just ignore him." Wilbur nodded slightly, then continued surveying the blank void they were in. "Is there anything else here besides the table?" Shaking his head, Schlatt moved to sit down, with MD following him. "Nope. In those precious thirty minutes you had still alive, I was walking every inch of this place. Time works differently here." Sighing, Wilbur sat down as well. Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes and internally cursed. Of course I've been damned to an eternity with a Mexican drug dealer and the biggest prick I know. Juuuust great.

"WILBUR I SWEAR TO XD IF YOU ASK ME FOR ANOTHER GODDAMN THREE I WILL REVIVE YOU JUST TO KILL YOU AGAIN-" Schlatt shouted. After a few more minutes of deep thought-provoking conversation ("I'm bored. Want to play Go Fish with these cards I found?" "Sure, why not."), they had moved into a game of Go Fish. Wilbur and Schlatt spent the whole time bickering like a married couple, of course, while MD just sat there already having enough pairs to win the game. Eventually, he got bored of their tantrums, and revealed his hand. They then moved on to poker, then rummy, then trash, trying to find any way to stem off boredom. Finally though, they conceded to its grasp.

"How long have we been in here?" Wilbur asked. Schlatt looked up at him, slightly startled as he had been on the brink of falling asleep. "I dunno. I suppose we could use math, and figure out how long we've been playing cards, but... Too much work." He put his head back in his arms, and they settled back into silence. That is, until MD interrupted Schlatt's near-nap again. "Two thousand, nine hundred twenty days. Or, eight years." They both looked up at him in surprise. "Eight years already? We spent eight years playing fucking card games?!" Wilbur asked in disbelief. "How did you even calculate that?!" Schlatt asked, choosing to focus on that instead. MD just shrugged and went back to his drugs.

On the 4,985th day, something finally changed. Unfortunately, it wasn't anything good. "Uhh... Guys?" Wilbur asked. Schlatt was about to snap at him for disturbing his concentration on his card tower, but that was immediately forgotten when he saw what was happening. Wilbur was fading out of existence! "Will!" Both him and MD rushed to his side. "What's happening?!" Schlatt shouted at him, and Wilbur looked back. "How the fuck am I supposed to know?! This just started happening randomly!" His hands were completely gone now, with the rest of him not far behind. "Will, I think you're going back." Schlatt said in disbelief. A part of him was glad to not have to deal with him anymore, but the other, larger part was thinking about how lonely it would be without that idiot. "Going back where?! What do you mean?" MD answered for Schlatt. "Back to the alive world, maldito idiota."

Wilbur looked at them both, shocked and happy and scared and who knows what else. He didn't want to go back. He didn't want to leave them. He didn't want to lose the safe place they had found here. "How can I stop this? I- I don't want to go back!" It sounded sort of childish, but it was true. Schlatt shook his head, not willing to meet Wilbur's look. "You can't stop it. You're going back, dumbass." At this point, they both knew the curse was a sign of affection. Over the past 13 years, the three of them had become closer than friends. Being trapped in a void with people will do that. "Schlatt, MD, please-" He disappeared, probably back in the real world. But not before his last words reached their ears.

"-don't forget about me!"

(Note: This is NOT Sootcest. This is Wilbur comforting Ghostbur. People can be friends and have fluffy moments. Also sorry if this is bad, it's midnight where I live and I'm a bit tired.)

"Do you promise we'll always be together, Wilbur?"

The two reflections sat underneath the oak tree, overlooking the picturesque riverbank. It was exactly how Wilbur remembered it from his childhood... And presumably how Ghostbur remembered it as well. He never really asked his reflection about his memories. Not anymore.

"Huh? What kind of a question is that?"

Ghostbur sat behind him, braiding flowers into his curly hair. Once again, exactly like Wilbur remembered. Except this time it was his ghost instead of his older-brother figure, Techno. And the flowers were different, too. Cornflowers and blue orchids, reflecting the ghost's favorite color.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

He figured that the reason why this was so much like his childhood was because it was something nice for Ghostbur to fall back on. Maybe Ghostbur did remember more than Wilbur gave him credit for? If that was the truth, it was good. He would need those memories to keep him company.

"Nonono, it's okay! I was just caught off-guard. What brought this on?"

Ghostbur started humming I'm Sorry Boris, which made Wilbur smile. He joined in for a few notes, then let Ghostbur take control again. He wanted to let the ghost have as much fun and happiness as he could before he had to go back to the Afterlife.

"I don't know. It just popped in my head randomly."

Just thinking about Ghostbur returning to that dismal train station wiped the smile off of Wilbur's face. According to Ghostbur, it had somehow gotten even gloomier since Wilbur had been there. Just being there in the beginning had been insufferable for him, what would a darker version do to the poor ghost?

"Well, I suppose I should answer you then."

Already, he could feel Ghostbur's touch on the back of his head get lighter and lighter as he was being pulled back to limbo. More and more flowers were weaved into his hair as Ghostbur desperately tried to finish, desperately tried to leave Wilbur this final reminder of him.

"Do you promise we'll always be together?"

Something cold and wet dripped down the back of his neck. Wilbur didn't need to turn around to tell Ghostbur was crying, yet he did anyways. Ghostbur slowly let the flowers slip out of his hands as he wiped the tears from his eyes. But they just kept pouring out, leaving streaks of blue down his face.

"Wilbur?"

Wilbur pulled him into a hug, not caring that Ghostbur couldn't really hug him back with the state his arms were in. "Remember what I told you?" He whispered to him. Although it was slightly muffled by his hair in Wilbur's face, Ghostbur picked up on it and nodded.

"Of course we'll always be together."

"You're a part of me, and I'm a part of you."

"Whenever you feel lonely, or scared, or sad..."

"Just remember that I'm always cheering for you."

"You're never truly alone."

"Because I'll always be there for you."

"Thank... You..."

Wilbur opened his eyes and sat up. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he got out of bed and slipped on his glasses. The house echoed with the silence that can only be found in the early morning, smothering him with the quiet. But only in the silence could he be heard.

"Goodbye... Wilbur..."

Ghostbur one-shot ping list (lmk if you want to be added or removed): @ObsessedWithTheRiordanverse , @AniCanFly , @Illey Is A Simp , @Supermemeguy , @Twoquill , @Drasosil , @ObsessedWithTheAlt , @Chiguira , @Cyborg69 , @Coolhawlikaan , @Jasmyn Flowers , @EndCollective , @DuckieLuhv , @Axolotey0 , @SupergirlDY2 , @InkleafNightRainWing , @TheOceanSeeker , and @VityzSykes