#alivebur fanfic

[eonash]

Sunrise

Alivebur x Female!Reader

Summary: Wilbur is resurrected and back in the overworld, but reader doesn’t seem to happy about this…

Warnings: Angst-ish?

Word Count: 352

A/N: i just really like alivebur, must i say more?

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The man was hunched over and looking down at the ground. He held a pair of glasses in one hand. Wilbur set his signature glasses on his face. He turned around slowly to where Y/N was.

“Hello again, Y/N.” Wilbur greeted in a low and unmistakable tone. Y/N stared hard at the man before her. He was back again. He was… here. But Ghostbur, where was he? Y/N thoughts soon faded as her attention was diverted to Wilbur moving around on the terrain. He went toward a candle that was seen on the floor (one that she had placed before in memory of Wilbur). This candle was now surprisingly lit.

“I have been waiting for over a decade in darkness…” Wilbur went on, kneeling down to the lit candle. He was mere inches away from touching the open flame with his bare hands, but he kept his distance. He stood up tall again, smiling to himself as he looked on behind him. A sunrise.

Wilbur breathed a breath of relief. “This is my sunrise… This is mine! I’m alive!” Wilbur would laugh, raising his arms in the air. He would look back on Y/N. Whom, was still surprised by the whole appearance of Wilbur and debating on how to approach things.

“Y/N?” Wilbur began, making his way towards her, but Y/N took a step back. When Wilbur saw this action, he stayed put where he was. “What’s wrong? You haven’t stopped looking at me like that since this all.”

“I-I… don’t know what you mean?” Y/N questioned the man, crossing her arms over her chest.

Wilbur scoffed with a smile, he walked forward again and this time Y/N didn’t budge. “I know how you are– I know that look on your face. What is it?”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead she shook her head.

“Come on, love. Y-You remember me, don’t you? What’s got you so blue?”

Y/N’s eyes widened at Wilbur’s words. She shook her head, putting on a fake smile. “It’s nothing, Wil.”

#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #wilbur soot #alivebur #wilbur soot x reader #alivebur x reader

[to-the-1870s]

fanart for @depressionwithacapitald for their unreleased fic

heads up guys their fic is really good. don’t know when it will be released but. also keep in mind the art might not be completely accurate because i took some creative liberties and also the fic might change a bit since it’s currently being written. but if anyone wants kind of spoilers, here ya go.

#tw blood #tw injury #tw death #tw gore #tw eyestrain #to the 1870 drawings #dsmp fanfic art #fanfic art #dream smp #dsmp fanart #dsmp fanfic #ghost ranboo #ghostboo #ranboo #ranboo fanart #wilbur fanart #dsmp wilbur #mcyt fanart #alivebur

[spookyscaryskeleton-creepypasta]

Hate the way I love you

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Rei and Wilbur were opposites. They didn't get along at all, always butting heads. They were rivals. Plain and simple.

She was spiteful, witty, stern, harsh, blunt, and prideful

He was cocky, caring, self-assured, confident, and a leader

However, things aren't always what they seem. In truth Rei actually loved him, her pride blinded her however and it only took him dying for her to realize that.

What happens when Wilbur returns as Revivebur and the two are not so much opposites anymore? What will spark? love or hatred?

#dsmp #mcyt #wilbursoot #revivebur #alivebur #ghostbur #fanfic #romance #drama #enemiestolovers #rivalstolovers

[crimeboys]

credits: icon + background + crucifixion

my name is cyrus and i’m 23

he/him, they/them, rot/rots, heart/hearts <- truly do not mind if you only use one set for the rest of time i’m pretty lax about it 👍👍

i post mostly about dsmp and c!crimeboys my ass is never moving on

my writing tag + ao3 + fic masterpost + art people have made of my fics!

voted funniest ctntduoer by 54.1% of tntblr

if i ever mention fanfic it is about the characters i am just incredibly lazy and hate adding c! to everything

i used to be aliveburs but that guy died. badly.

my @ always has been and always will be about the characters

disclaimer: i hate cc!dream team and cc!wilbur. if you are a fan of theirs, do not follow me 👍👍

#text post #mine #save #amogus #normal posting #beach #I AM NOT BLONDE

[phantoids]

sup nerds temp pinned til i make a better one.

I go by Tobias/Void, he/him and it/its pronouns. I write dsmp/empires/hc fanfic (theoretically) under the same username on ao3. Certified cinnamon noble. Even more certified ctubbo irl on account of The Problems.

i run an rp blog @dadmininnit

THIS BLOG HATES REAL GUY DREAM AND DOESN'T APOLOGISE FOR THE THINGS THE CHARACTER DOES. I DON'T LIKE DREAM STANS FUCK OFF.

I also am not comfortable with people who actively support ccwilbur following me. (I don't care if you like the character or listen to the music, but if you discount abuse victims please get fucked)

zines i've been in: Dreamoire - complete

taglist and kofi under the cut if you want it. always welcome to come pop in my ask box and talk about stuff i like talking to people.

taglist: @qjaiden @genlossicle @areus-in-a-little-cave @egopocalypse @seaswalllow @zrenia @aliveburs @dayables @cupsmp @plaguethewaters

#void echos #pinned #void writings #tescos queue is like the void #void talks about writing #live void reaction #void scribbles #void recs fics #now for me au tags -> #tteote au #liar au #leaper au #clue 1 au #mirror parallels au #ccc au #convening with gods au #portal au #clingyswap au #adminverse #protege tubbo au

[kateis-cakeis]

Okay but I've realised something about this shitty but funny ending.

I think Wilbur knew he couldn't do a serious ending justice. Hence him saying we could see the S1 Finale as Alivebur's ending. That there's two endings. Because no one is truly satisfied with this, not even him perhaps (not saying it for certain just a feeling I have because of how absurd this is)

I say it's a parody of the Dream SMP ending for a reason. I said it's a S1 type absurd but what I really mean by that is that it's the Drug Empire level of absurd not later S1 (for example Wilbur and Tommy thinking they could just keep everyone from making potions by stealing brewing stands).

I mean it as, this ending would have made sense in an early S1 environment not the serious story this all became.

So, I think Wilbur backed himself into a corner with the post revival story. A proper end for Alivebur would be forgiving himself and healing, but how can one young man with no background in this area do that justice?

Because it's not easy. I've tried, others have tried in fanfic, but it never feels right, it never feels like the real healing that Alivebur would need. In the Dream SMP environment, he's always gonna be ill because he can't get professional help, because he can't get medicine that could help.

I think Wilbur was way way way out of his depth with the mental health aspect of the story, and he knew that, otherwise we wouldn't have ended with Utah

Utah exists because it's an easy way to turn everything on its head, and give us all a laugh. No, it's not a good end for Alivebur, no, it doesn't do anything justice, no, it's not good writing.

But I truly believe it's the best Wilbur could do as a writer of this skill, in which he doesn't have enough to do a serious satisfying end.

In a professional TV show scope, this story would have had experts in mental health on hand to help end the story well, Wilbur clearly didn't have that, so, what else could he really do for this story?

Well, end it with a laugh and undermine the seriousness of it in order to at least do something.

So yeah, I don't think Wilbur had the skill to pull off a serious ending, but he did have the skill to do a funny end, hence Utah

#dream smp #alivebur #wilbur soot #yeah i just think Wilbur is a writer who has a long way to go #but i think he should do a lot a lott of research before ever doing a mental health story again #because alivebur needed healing and with wilbur as his writer i always knew deep down that wouldnt really well happen #utah is good because it made me not hate wilbur and that's why it's a decent enough end for me #because still being a fan of his hinged on this ending and utah was the best thing he could have done for me personally

[wiiwarechronicles]

aliveburs ^-^

CYRUS!! I like his writing a ton! :D as someone who doesn’t read all that much fanfic it’s very interesting seeing people who are writers in the fanbase talking about it heh. I appreciate the guy on my dash :J

#anon #maidsmop

[fandomlit]

gif cred belongs to @caterpie

requested by @fxnxtical and anon “hiya! i have another request for you... a combo between prompt 52 (“i’m too sober for this”) and 60 (“have you always been this beautiful?”) with cc! (or c!) wilbur in which him and gender neutral reader get drunk together? :3″  + “Wilbah with a number 15 sounds adorable💜”

a/n wilbur soot is a whiny, clingy drunk and i stand by it

im ending my writing prompts,, feel free to rq before they’re gone

imagine taking care of wilbur soot when he’s drunk

“im too sober for this,” was all you could manage to say when you were greeted with the sight of a very drunk wilbur soot. he gasped with delight when he saw you however, running from tommy to wrap you in a tight embrace. the intense scent of booze that followed him nearly made you gag.

“y/n!!”

you turned your unamused eyes to the blonde boy, who looked just as wary as you felt. “sorry, y/n,” the teen offered guiltily. “i encouraged it..”

“of course you did,” you replied plainly as wilbur pulled away from you, instead starting to shake your shoulder to gain your attention. you looked up at him as tommy began to collect the empty bottles scattered around the old basement.

“woah,” wilbur responded, eyes widening in the slightest when you turned your boring gaze to him. “wow. don’t stop looking in my eyes.” your eyebrows raised with surprise as a goofy smile adorned his face. his large hands settled on your shoulders. “have you always been this beautiful?”

“how much have you had to drink, wilbur?” you inquired as his hands unconsciously began to wander along your arms. your skin felt like it was aflame under his touch, and his flirty comments were only adding fuel to the embarrassed fire sparking in the pit of your stomach.

“no, don’t call me wilbur,” he whined, fingers digging into your arms in the slightest. “call me wil. wilbur makes it sound like you’re upset with me.” you gave him a look and he whined again, “nooo, don’t be upset with me!” you yelped when he suddenly pulled you against him again. you glared at tommy when he started laughing, which he quickly tried to cover with fake coughing. “im sorry im drunk, please don’t be upset with me, y/n! please, i don’t like when pretty people are upset with mee..”

“you’re not sorry for being drunk,” you huffed, lightly pushing wilbur off of you as he pouted tiredly. “you want to know how i know?” he made a noise of curiosity as you plucked a bottle from the ground and offered it to him. he happily took it, looking around for a bottle opener while muttering. you turned to tommy as the distracted drunk wandered around. “you’re helping me carry him to his room.”

tommy groaned as he dumped the empty bottles into the trash.

#dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dream smp fanfic #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #c!wilbur x reader #alivebur x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur imagine #c!wilbur imagine #alivebur imagine #wilbur soot fanfic #wilbur fanfic #c!wilbur fanfic #alivebur fanfic #platonic!tommyinnit x reader

[paleroze]

Tommy used to hide under Philza's cape whenever he feels alone and scared, and when Phil has gone to traveling, he hides under Techno's cape.

Now, he hides under a blanket that he made for himself and kept Wilbur's trench coat ever since he died, just to feel surrounded and hugged. And when Wilbur came back, Tommy threw away the coat.

#he probably burned the trench coat lol #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #minecraft youtubers #Tommyinnit #Philza #technoblade #Wilbur soot #sbi #sleepy bois inc #Maybe tommy threw away the trench coat because he hates Alivebur #I'LL MAKE A FANFIC OF THIS HOLD ON- #tommyinnit angst

[myghosthassockson]

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

#I'm doing the part 2 rn #I just think these guys are neat #Don't associate me with twitter stans tho that would be great #Anws I love dragon looking ranboo #What a guy! What a dude #dsmp fanfic #mcyt fanart #c! quackity #c! wilbur #revivedbur #alivebur #c! ranboo #las nevadas #c! techno #c! tubbo #c!karl #karl jacobs #digital art #Character design #artist on tumblr #illustration #My art #six fanarts #wilbur soot #dream smp

[chirpbooks]

Ruin

Pairing: Pogtopia!Wilbur x reader

Genre: Angst

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: A couple's last night together before L'manberg's destruction.

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When Wilbur suggested they go to their secret spot hidden beyond the docks, y/n knew the night was going to take a turn. Deep down she knew about his plan to blow up the nation they all worked to create, though a small part of her hoped she was wrong for once.

On the walk, the couple spoke of the growing excitement of tomorrow's battle plans to reclaim the nation from Schlatt. The Revolutionaries all knew it was a high risk high reward situation, but they were determined to finally have a big win. As the walk to the spot carried on, Wilbur and y/n's stories died down and they continued in a comfortable silence.

The lovers settled on the makeshift seats, built during one of their first visits to the designated hidden place, made just for the two of them.

Wilbur looks over at y/n to see her already studying him with glassy eyes filled with unshed tears. His heart aches at the sight, knowing what he came planned to say will only make the tears fall. For a split second he doubts if it's the right thing to do, though he knows nothing can change his mind.

"The moon is high tonight," he says, the silvery light illuminating the sharp edges and contours of his face normally drowned in sunken shadows. "It frames you beautifully."

"Don't leave me," she begs, voice shaking with silent tears. "Please."

The pair knew this was the end of them despite neither one wanting it to be.

"A thing is beautiful because it ends, my darling," he sighs, tilting her chin making her look him in the eyes. He cups her face into his palms, running his thumb over her mascara-streaked cheek, wiping the oncoming tears from her eyes, his motions gentle and full of loving care.

She shakes her head, "You don't have to do this, we're so close to finally winning." Wilbur's silence makes her continue on trying to plead to him to not ruin what they've worked to create. "Wilbur please don't do this to us, how am I suppose to live without you?"

The question snaps him out of his silent state, feeling the urgency to attempt to ease her pain despite being the cause. "Don't think of me too often. Not even I am worth your tears, my little dove." He takes her hand, bringing it up to his lips for one last kiss. He smiles but there is a sadness in his eyes that he cannot conceal.

"Get out of the town tonight, go as far as you can," he whispers as he slips into the shadows, the woodsy scent of his cologne lingering in the air. "I'm going to burn this place to the ground."

She is left alone in what is now a tainted ruin remain that was once Their safe space. But there is no Them anymore and there is no comfort to be found in the place that used to make her feel like nothing would ever hurt her.

#villain wilbur #alivebur #dsmp #dream smp #wilbur soot x reader #dsmp fanfic #angst #mcyt x reader #vilbur x reader #dsmp x reader #wilbur soot #dream team #pogtopia

[eonash]

New Changes

Alivebur x Female!Reader

Alivebur x Enderman!Reader

Summary: Reader is enjoying a nice stroll at night, what she did not realize was that it was forecasted to rain at that time. The rain catches her off guard and she is teleported into a home that.. is unfamiliar to her. She can say otherwise about the inhabitant.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of death, explosives, and alcohol

Word Count: 867

A/N: thought i would post some alivebur since i’m feeling in the moood. hope you enjoy!

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It was dark out, Y/N enjoyed walking around at night all by herself. The homes around her were silent. There were no children running around the area. She had it all to herself. There was always a lot of action during the day, she would pop by here and there, quite literally, to make an appearance in her neighbourhood. Y/N is half enderman. Enderman are creatures who are able to teleport anywhere they would like, well most of the time.

She had incredible strength when it came to picking things up. She isn't much of a fighter, she likes to make friends and bring peace to others. Yet, Y/N is also a very shy person. As she was walking down the gravel path that led towards a lake, she felt a drop land on her. Instantly she teleported two feet to the side. Purple particles were seen around her. Looking up to the sky, she noticed that there were gray clouds above. Are you kidding me? She thought. Being an enderman is great and all, but rain is not good for Y/N to stay in. The rain can damage her skin completely and harm her. Y/N’s parents had always told her that she is not meant to be out in that type of weather. She was not that far from the closest shelter, though the problem was the home wasn’t hers. Before she could act the rain started pouring down hard. Before it could hit her, Y/n’s instincts kicked in causing her to teleport. She started to panic, not being able to control her ability that well now. Calm down, Y/N. Calm down! She scolded herself. If she wasn’t focused she couldn’t get to her designated location, that being her own home. Y/N closed her eyes tightly trying to focus. Wrapping her arms around herself. Suddenly she stopped teleporting. She opened her eyes slowly to find herself in a house. Though, this definitely was not her place. A loud crashing sound then came from behind her causing Y/N to flinch.

“Y/N?” The voice that came from behind sounded familiar, but as if she hadn’t heard it in a while. Turning around now Y/N looked at the figure. Her blood ran cold, looking at the person in front of her. He was smiling, though he seemed surprised as well. His hands were held out in front of him, in one hand, a bottle of Vodka, the other hand was empty, but a glass cup was clearly seen broken by his foot. Y/N slowly backed away from the man.

“W-Wilbur..?” She shook her head, looking around the room. Y/N turned to Wilbur again, looking closely at him.

“Y/N! It’s me. I’m alive! I haven’t seen you in a while, love.” He sat the bottle down on a coffee table next to the couch as he started towards her. She couldn’t believe it. Was this really Wilbur?

“I watched you die..”

“I did die, yes, but I’m back now! It’s me, it’s Wilbur Soot..” He trailed off watching her. She kept backing away from the man until her back hit a wall. The small impact caused Y/N to jump. He stopped coming towards her. Standing not so far from where she was. His smile faded, looking puzzled at her now.

“Are you afraid of me?” The words hit her hard in the heart. She was afraid of him, wasn’t she? He had just proven that he hadn’t died that day when he blew up L’manburg and all she was doing was trying to get away from him. He was her lover after all.

“No.” Y/N pushed herself off the wall showing that she was strong. “I’m just startled. I didn’t expect you.. to be..” She looked him up and down. He still had a confused look on his face. “Alive.”

He chuckled, his warm smile returning back. This caused her to smile too. “It’s a funny story actually, I won’t get too into it.” He came closer to her, now being right in front of her. He took her hands into his. “I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

Y/N looked back into his eyes, until his hair color caught her attention. It was still a brunette color, but he had a strand of white hair also. “Have you gotten older, Wilbur?” She giggled.

“Limbo time goes by faster than the overworld, Y/N.” He rested his forehead against hers, “You should know.”

“I don’t actually, I’ve never really blown up my own nation before.” Y/N joked.

He smirked down at her, not taking his eyes off of her. “Ah, maybe I should teach you a little about TNT, my dear.”

“Maybe.” Y/N shrugged, smiling up at the taller man. Without wasting another second he pulled her into a kiss. This action surprised her somehow, but she kissed him back. The two pulled away after, standing in silence. Wilbur was the one to speak up first.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N winked as she pulled the front of his yellow shirt closer to her to kiss him once more.

#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #wilbur soot #alivebur #wilbur soot x reader #alivebur x reader

[annikathewitch]

I just got home after sitting in the car for fourteen hours and tumblr has informed me that love is dead.

#yes this is about Quackity’s lore stream #i’m watching the vod #well... #kinda #in between reading fanfic etc #karlnapity #also I heard we got some new Wilbur lore? #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #alivebur #voidbur #wilbur soot #dsmp #dsmp lore

[dramaticsnakes]

The Revived - Chapter 1: Alive

Hello! This is a Dream SMP fanfic written by @rainbowbutterfrosting and I. We decided to write it, following Wilbur's revival, and the reveal of Ghostbur's tragic fate. It's highly canon-divergent, because even as we were writing this, canon changed slightly, and the concept is canon-divergent to begin with. We hope you'll find something you enjoy here, because it's going to be a long slowburn ride.

Thank you to @r0w3n-1n-d0ugh, for beta-reading this chapter!

AO3

Read in order (on Tumblr)

Characters in this chapter: Wilbur, Ghostbur (briefly), Tommyinnit, Philza

Word count: 3216

Cw: near-death experience, hypothermia, implied suicidal behavior/recklessness, disagreements, crying, mentions of burning, past death mention, eating/food

Fic summary: Wilbur was alive, and it was such a magnificent feeling, that made his mind spark with anticipation. It didn't take long, however, for Wilbur to realize that this new breath of life, was not just his own. An echo-y voice hides in the back of his mind, and before he knows it, the transparent version of him he saw at the endless train station, is a lot more ingrained than he'd expected him to be.

And Wilbur really shouldn't care. Because he'd be damned, if he spent the life he'd awaited for so long, babysitting a lost cause of a ghost, stuck in the very same limbo Wilbur spent so long in. It was an even exchange, and one Wilbur wasn't going to mess with. Why exactly he ends up setting out to get the ghost out of his mind, in order to save the both of them, however, is beyond him. And perhaps Wilbur's past isn't as easy to leave behind, as he'd hoped it would be.

It started a while after his revival. At first, it had been silent. Or well, silent was hardly the right way to describe Wilbur’s mind, at that moment. He was alive! Sensations encompassing his entire being, because he was more than just a vessel, and more than just an endless bystander at a train station. He could no longer hear them passing by in a thunderous chorus, followed by eternal solitude.

He had felt numb at the start, but then he had it confirmed. He was alive! And there was so much left to do, he thought, staring at the sunrise. His sunrise.

He’d avoided most people after that. He wasn’t sure why, but he doubted anyone would be eager to see him. So he stayed out of their way, taking in each sensation he could.

But as the lack of encounters and confrontations grew, it started.

The crying.

He remembered the crying, briefly, watching the familiarly unfamiliar face steaming with tears. As if they were burning him. Watching him getting off the train, in return for Wilbur getting on it, with Dream as the conductor.

But now Wilbur heard it. Vague at first, easy to ignore. Then a little louder, especially during the night when everything else was silent, and he couldn’t get himself to go to sleep. He’d been asleep for so long, after all. Thirteen and a half years at a train station. Crying, then silence. Crying again.

Wilbur didn’t pay much mind to it. He went about his day. When he talked to Tommy again however, Tommy’s voice filled with spite, he heard the voice again. Silent and broken. Betrayed in a sense.

“Wasn’t your fault,” the voice said, echoing in Wilbur’s mind for a minute, “It’s okay”, then followed by a desperate “Please come back.”

Wilbur couldn’t get himself to take it seriously. Wanted to laugh at the broken voice, that sounded like his own, but nothing like his words. Nothing like his intonation.

“Why the fuck are you smiling?” Tommy asked, squinting at Wilbur, “What are you planning.”

And almost on instinct, Wilbur smiled and went “Oh many things Tommy. Many things.” because all his mind seemed to tell him aside from the echo-y voice, was all the things he should be planning, all the things he had to see, and all the things he had to start. Now that he finally realized that he hadn’t truly wanted to die, as he thought thirteen and a half years ago.

Tommy had looked at Wilbur strangely since Wilbur returned. As if he was a glitch and a monster at the same time. As if he wasn’t quite supposed to be there, and as if Wilbur was always mere seconds from claiming the entire world as his own. Or blowing up another country. Memories of that still flickered in Wilbur’s mind. Memories of a sword, and of the noise that had sounded like music back then. Like the coordinated middle, in an otherwise unfinished piece. L’Manberg, his unfinished symphony.

“Wilbur, just go away, will you?” Tommy said, and his eyes had a strange melancholic glow, that Wilbur didn’t associate with Tommy at all.

Wilbur didn’t want to go away, because in silence the cries echoed in his mind, and Wilbur hadn’t heard voices in so long. Hadn’t communicated in so long, and he liked talking now, liked doing what people did when they were alive. But the spark he had within him was strangely fragile, and being told to leave, only made it much more uncertain of its direction. “Why should I?” he asked, “I’m here Tommy, I’m alive.”

“I got that,” Tommy said, shortly. “Why don’t you go bother someone else about it, Wilbur?” his voice was darker now. “L’Manberg is gone.”

“Yes, it is.” Wilbur said, looking around at the crater he was once again present in, “And?”

“And that was it.” Tommy said, “That was what we started, and you ended it Wilbur, and now you can go bother someone else.”

Wilbur really wished the implications of that didn’t sting. A powerful part of him wanted to shout that he had nowhere else to turn. Not now. Not without the millions of things that followed.

Yet a part of him looked at Tommy and saw a child. A child Wilbur had played a part in breaking, and turning into a soldier, and perhaps that gave him the right to dismiss Wilbur after all. “I have so much to do.”

“Then go do it,” Tommy said, looking him in the eyes, and it would’ve sounded like a dare if there was even a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Okay,” Wilbur said. As soon as Tommy turned around, Wilbur stood alone in the crater.

And then, just a little while later, Wilbur slowly wandered in a direction that seemed to call him. All of it was so new, yet so familiar. The sun still rose and set all the same, with the skies turning their blues and pinks along the way, but everything seemed so intriguing. There was Tommy, who seemed to hold a grudge about little old L’Manburg, there was the boy’s outfit- it didn’t have the symbol of L’Manburg on it. Wilbur understood that it had been thirteen and a half years, but the armor that he frequently wore just looked too big and bulky on him. Whenever Wilbur mentioned it, Tommy just tensed and rushed the conversation towards whatever came to mind first. It was frustrating, but Tommy was just a confused kid that would find his way eventually. Maybe Tubbo was doing it to look cool so the other followed suit? He didn’t understand the children, but he tried his best to sympathize.

Speaking of one of the children, he remembered Tubbo told him where they lived just a day or two ago. Time either passed by him too quickly from the change in dimension or the lack of sleep, but both reminded him that he didn’t have a home to rest at. He walked through some of the grass, his boots making soft noises in it along the way. The buzz of cicadas welcomed him as he made his way to a place that seemed second hand to him.

He must’ve spaced out because the next moment he remembered was the soft pressure of snow against his shoes that made him slightly stumble. He softly laughed to himself. Snow. He forgot that he even missed this. He took off his fingerless gloves, wanting to feel it properly this time. He reached out, and scraped some into his hand, feeling the coldness of it, as he shaped it into a little snowball. The water slid down the side, as it slowly started to melt in his hand. Before, he would’ve dropped it and tried to dry it off by now, but the cold sensation, turning his fingers red, reminded him once more that he was alive.

It took almost the full snowball to melt for him to remember that he still needed to visit Tubbo. He grabbed his black gloves, somberly putting them back on before realizing he could feel snow anytime now. No one controlled his experiences anymore. That thought surrounded his mind for the past few days, yet it always brought him the child-like wonder of having a parent extend your bedtime by an hour.

He gently ran his hand through the snow, wishing it a silent farewell as he walked towards the direction of Tubbo’s home. Well- walking might have not been the right word. However, it started out as such before shifting into a speedwalk skipping that morphed into a sprint that soon wore him out even more, before he finally settled on a brisk pace to take him there.

Seconds felt quick to Wilbur with the cold air going in and out of his system. He shivered, but he continued to walk through the snow. It didn’t take him much longer to figure out that he didn’t know where he was. The only path he knew were the footsteps that outlined his arrival to the snowy biome, and even then, the new snow falling covered up some of the first steps.

He squinted his eyes, unable to see any source of civilization nearby. All he could see was a small black dot in the distance. It could have been his eyes playing tricks on him. He tried looking away from the dot, yet, it didn’t follow his vision. He slightly frowned at this, walking towards the direction of the dot, confused as to why it was there. Wilbur knew he wasn’t walking quickly, yet the dot’s size rapidly grew in front of him.

Minutes passed before he realized that the black dot was a small crow. He tilted his head at the sight of it. Why was there a crow in an environment like this? part of him questioned. Regardless, he smiled at the crow as he made his way towards him. As soon as the bird was close enough, he perched onto Wilbur’s shoulder, resting his wings for a moment. Wilbur realized his own exhaustion after seeing the bird.

“Hm, you must be tired, huh?” His voice broke on itself, slightly startling the crow. The bird didn’t directly answer his question, instead lightly rubbing his small head against Wilbur’s neck.

“Me too.” Wilbur shared a quiet moment with the bird. “But we’re alive aren’t we…” Wilbur’s voice shifted to a whisper near the end, the words hurting his throat.

Wilbur held vague memories of a time before everything, before war and white lies in letters, where the sight of such a crow would’ve been a sign of a familiar presence. Though this crow seemed alone, much like Wilbur himself, and he was unsure if he could rely on anything familiar at this point. He felt the bird’s feathers on him, and he couldn’t help but smile, just a little. The bird made a small jump on his shoulder, followed by two high-pitched joyful chirps. Wilbur laughed. “Hm?” he tried, knowing full well that he wouldn’t receive a helpful answer. Wilbur felt as if he heard faint hesitant laughter in the back of his mind, though it could’ve been a trick it played on him.

Then the crow flapped its wings, and Wilbur moved his head to the side, to give the crow space to take off. With one determined flap, the crow flew up in the air, and Wilbur stood there, alone in the snow once more.

And then, he really had no other choice than to keep walking. So he did, moving through the snow, slower and slower, the landscape appearing less appealing each moment. He was back. He was alive, and yet the snow was holding him back. For a fleeting moment, it felt as if he was back at the train station, clawing at the walls to get away, but the sky was watching him this time. He could see it, and each beat of his heart reminded him that he wasn’t eternally watching the trains pass by anymore.

The sky became darker and darker, as he trotted through the snow. His fingertips turned colder, and he was trusting his sense of direction less and less with each step. It had been so long. So long since he’d used the legs that were now shaking dangerously.

That was when he spotted a figure in the distance.

He didn’t recognize it at first, though as he approached, the features became clearer. The figure approached Wilbur too, with a certain level of caution, and before he knew it, the face was entirely visible. The wings came out the back, and Wilbur was looking at someone he knew all too well.

The holder of the sword, and the one who’d wrapped his wings around Wilbur to give his son a moment of comfort in the past.

Phil, Wilbur’s father and past executionist, froze.

Wilbur froze too, looking at him. The man looked older somehow. His eyes holding less life, and less of a spark, or perhaps that was just what he looked like, looking at Wilbur now.

Phil looked as if he’d seen a ghost, which was an ironic metaphor to use in this instance. A crow was sitting on Phil’s shoulder, and Wilbur put two and two together quickly, and perhaps he should have earlier.

They weren’t that far away from each other, perhaps 60 feet or so, and Wilbur could see his father so clearly now. He noticed Phil, mouthing something. Wil if he wasn’t mistaken. And Wil was him, before everything. Before thirteen and a half years ago.

“Ph- ph- phil,” the words were silent to himself, his shivering and dehydration interrupting any sound he could have made. “D- dad…” he tried louder this time, the action still just as silent but painful unshed tears formed in his eyes.

He moved his feet from the snow, making it two steps before his legs collapsed from under him. He breathed in sharply from the fall, which only reminded him of how much his body needed to rest.

The once peaceful snow felt like small daggers coming from every direction. His shaking body only seemed to make it worse as the daggers would painfully shift across him.

Suddenly all at once, he was on fire, the heat burned through his skin and hit his core, making him squeeze his eyes shut and try to pull away. “Wil, Wilbur, you’re gonna be alright, mate. Just don’t close your eyes, it’ll all be fine.” Phil- Phil was there. Wilbur opened his eyes, the action feeling laborious to him. Phil seemed stressed? No no, he shouldn’t be, Wilbur was alive! “I- I’m a- a- alive,” the hoarse whisper was unbearable to feel, but when Wilbur tried to swallow he winced even more.

“Fuck, fuck, where is it…” Phil muttered. Wilbur looked over, but nothing connected to him. There was something warm against him, it was on his shoulders at first, but it shifted as he heard some items moving against each other. Yet, even only having one bit of warmth was too much, even if he knew it was Phil making him feel it, it was so bad to the point where he almost wished he was back at the train station. Almost.

Phil gasped and said something Wilbur missed, holding a yellow orb in front of him. He squinted, despite everything feeling blurry and missing to him, and realized it was glowing. “Wh- what?” he managed to croak out.

Phil slowly pushed the spherical item into Wilbur’s mouth, the shivering man trying to pull back, but Phil held him tightly. Reluctantly, and subconsciously, Wilbur bit into the item, before realizing how sweet it was in his mouth. It tasted like the cookies Phil would make when he was a kid, halfway melting into his mouth because they just came from the oven. Wilbur didn’t realize how much he missed them as he continued eating the food, Phil helping him along the way.

Wilbur finished eating quicker than he started, he would have frowned and asked for more but he already felt full. He cleared his throat, thrilled that he didn’t feel the typical pain he associated with it, “Phil? Why are you here- Awww, did you miss me?”

Phil gasped, and pulled Wilbur into a tight hug. Although both acknowledged how tight the hug was, it didn’t hurt Wilbur in the slightest. He honestly felt better than he ever had before. It didn’t make sense to him though, Phil’s cookies never made him feel like that before. Of course, they made him happy for a sugary treat, or would even give him nostalgia of the past years, but he wasn’t even shivering from the cold anymore. Maybe he truly was immortal now, food giving him all the power he needed to thrive in his world.

His thoughts were sharply cut off by his father’s sobs as he clenched Wilbur’s coat. Phil tried to speak, only for more cries to exit him. Wilbur was shocked from the exchange and gently rubbed his father’s back, a habit that Phil would do with him as a kid to help calm him down.

After moments of the two sitting in the snow, Wilbur broke the silence. “I uh- got a little lost” Wilbur quietly chuckled, “Oh hey, did you know snow doesn’t give you any landmarks, even if you ask nicely! It’s ridiculous really.”

Phil only grabbed Wilbur tighter, “...you’re back.”

Wilbur nodded, guessing Phil could probably feel the nod over his shoulder, “Nobody can get rid of me that easily.”

Phil softly sighed, “Don’t run off and kill yourself again.” The sentence was said as if it was a playful remark, but it came out of a place of sorrow and remorse.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, “I can’t promise anything really.”

Phil pulled away from the hug, eyes stone-cold in a way that made Wilbur terrified for the first time in years. “Wilbur Gold Soot.” His words were laced with a wave of reserved anger that Wilbur rarely heard in his childhood, solely made for when he needed his message to not be misconstructed in any way. “You’re going to promise me that you aren’t going to go do something idiotic like last time and- do we even know how many lives you have?”

Wilbur firmly stated, “L’Manburg wasn’t idiotic. It was the laws around the server that were.”

Phil’s glare didn’t change, “It’s idiotic if it’s what got you killed.”

“Everyone dies to something.”

“Do they die three times to the same thing?”

Wilbur spoke quietly, “You can’t say that without admitting you killed me as well.”

Hurt spread across Phil’s face, one that made Wilbur start to apologize, but Phil softly confirmed, “I- I know I hurt you.”

Wilbur shrugged as he smiled wide, "Eh, life comes and goes. I've had quite a bit of time reflecting, and it doesn't bug me too much! I just find it ironic that you forgot to mention it."

Phil attempted a smile in return, but it came out flatter than Wilbur’s with worry behind his eyes. The expression sent a strange spark through Wilbur, and he wasn’t certain what exactly it was it meant, and he didn’t have time to consider it before exhaustion took over his mind once more.

Phil looked Wilbur up and down, and Wilbur suddenly felt warmth again on his shoulder, spreading through his veins. “Wil... A-are you alright coming with me? You look… You need rest.”

Perhaps he did because Wilbur felt as if the entire world was spinning around him in a fog. Endless piles of snow, and an endless dark sky. Though the trains were gone, he reminded himself once more.

“Here…” Phil said, and Wilbur felt the wing around his back, like a protective shield from the wind. A shield that somehow made Wilbur feel more exposed than before. He didn’t need the protection. Life was so unbearably fragile, he realized, and letting others protect it, was a mistake beyond all else.

But he was tired. So so tired… And as an arm was wrapped around his shoulder, he found himself allowing Phil to lead him, because perhaps he was just a little bit prone to mistakes.

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[waywardnajsepticeye]

Alright, We’re Gonna Break Some Knees

(inspired by @yailea‘s about Aliven’tbur and Schlatt treating Ghostbur like the innocent one of the friend group when they get bullied and I HAD to make a crack-ish fic)

They finally got away from Mexican Dream for a while. It won’t be a while until he finds them, so Wilbur and Schaltt decided to stay in their hiding spot for a while.

“I swear to god if he talks about shovin’ seashells up his ass one more time, I will give him a heart attack.”

“You are abusing your ghost powers, I see. Like how you abused your power while you were blowing up L’manburg.” “Oh, don’t speak to me about “abusing my power”, like you didn’t do it yourself, you fucking-”

The goat man stopped mid sentence. Wilbur’s head started to hurt. He hissed in pain as he got up and moved from the hiding spot. Schaltt moved in to see if he was okay. “Where’s Ghostbur?” Wilbur asked. “You’re asking me like I know! He’s around here somewhere!” Schaltt replied.

Wilbur tried to find Ghostbur by using his headache. No, it wasn’t Schaltt. The duo eventually found the ghost crying in a corner. He was in a pool of blue. Wilbur sat beside Ghostbur as Schaltt decided to scroll through Twitter to see if he was cancelled for the millionth time.

“Ghost? You good, mate?”

“N-No...”

Schaltt looked away from his phone for a bit.

“What ails ya, kid? And why are you in pool of blue shit?”

“M-Mexican Dream tried to force to me shove a seashell up my ass! He’s really, really scary!”

Wilbur and Schaltt stared at each other, having the exact same thought. Sure, Mexican Dream was their friend. But he crossed the line when he bullied Ghostbur.

“Alright, we’re gonna break some knees. C’mon, stop crying, Ghostbur.”

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[rainbowbutterfrosting]

The Revived - Chapter 8: Miscommunications

This is chapter 8 of the Dream SMP multichapter fic @rainbowbutterfrosting​ and I wrote together! I hope you’ll enjoy! Discord link here.

AO3

Read in order (on Tumblr)

Characters in this chapter: Wilbur, Ghostbur, Niki

Word count: 3,534

Content Warnings: kidnapping, being tied up, being blindfolded, threats of starvation, violence (punching), yelling, threatening in general, pain, panic attacks, chasing, mentions of begging

Fic summary: Wilbur was alive, and it was such a magnificent feeling, that made his mind spark with anticipation. It didn’t take long, however, for Wilbur to realize that this new breath of life, was not just his own. An echo-y voice hides in the back of his mind, and before he knows it, the transparent version of him he saw at the endless train station, is a lot more ingrained than he’d expected him to be.

And Wilbur really shouldn’t care. Because he’d be damned, if he spent the life he’d awaited for so long, babysitting a lost cause of a ghost, stuck in the very same limbo Wilbur spent so long in. It was an even exchange, and one Wilbur wasn’t going to mess with. Why exactly he ends up setting out to get the ghost out of his mind, in order to save the both of them, however, is beyond him. And perhaps Wilbur’s past isn’t as easy to leave behind, as he’d hoped it would be.

Despite Wilbur’s looming fear from the last trip to the nether, it went a lot more smoothly

this time around. Maybe it was the armor that made him look threatening or the fact that it was more familiar to him. Ghostbur worried about his safety, but Wilbur made sure to give him frequent updates. The ghost relaxed slightly but seemed to still not like the fiery place very much. Wilbur agreed and promised to make his future trips a little quicker. 

He came out to the other side just fine. His bandages felt noticeably uncomfortable from the previous heat when Ghostbur’s voice chimed in, “When can we get these things off? I don’t like them that much.”

“Not yet, probably in a few days though.” Wilbur wasn’t sure how strong the potion Technoblade gave him was. 

“In your world or my world?” 

“A few days in my world,” Wilbur’s voice lowered to a whisper once he realized that someone might see him talking to himself. Yet the second he said the words, he realized the exact weight of them. He remembered screaming, crying, and Ghostbur begging for Wilbur to make it stop. It was strange to speak of it now, as if it was something as simple as a different timezone, and not the cause of so much suffering.

How long had Ghostbur really been crying with pain?

“Ah, alright,” Ghostbur said, sounding mildly disappointed, which stood in contrast to the grim thoughts suddenly plaguing Wilbur’s mind.

Wilbur didn’t focus on the trail ahead as he looked at the sky. A sky Ghostbur couldn’t see. “This will probably sound stupid, but do you want me to describe stuff? Like how I did when I was eating steak.”

Ghostbur immediately seemed more cheerful, “Yeah, that would be really helpful!”

Wilbur smiled, “It’s pretty dark out.” He took a deep breath in, trying to fully notice the details for Ghostbur. “The torches light up the area a bit, but I can still see some skeletons in the distance. The moon looks nice tonight. I mean, it’s… I should’ve paid more attention in high school. It’s the phase of the moon where it sorta looks like a C. I’m not sure if it’s first crescent or third crescent. I’ve heard of both of them though.” Wilbur felt a passive sadness when he couldn’t depict it, but Ghostbur didn’t seem to mind.

“Don’t worry, I don’t know what it’s called either! But I still know what you’re talking about… are there any stars out?”

Wilbur hummed in agreement, “I wouldn’t say there’s lots, but there are quite a few.” Wilbur sighed, “The sky’s got this gradient. It’s not too noticeable unless you look for a while. It’s black to a slightly lighter black. Not exactly a gray, but just a slightly lighter bla-” Wilbur sharply cut himself off when he heard a bird chirp. He turned his head towards the sound and walked closer to it.

“Is everythin’ okay?” Ghostbur’s worried tone reminded Wilbur that he was supposed to describe things to him.

“Yeah yeah, it’s all good. I just thought I heard a bird.”

“Ooh!” Ghostbur exclaimed excitedly, “I love birds! They have such cute little beaks.”

Wilbur laughed lightly, though the sound had still made him a little wary, and he walked a little more cautiously. “We’re in a forest. We shouldn’t be too far from L’Manberg, I think…” Wilbur said, hoping he could count on Ghostbur’s sense of direction in the nether, or on his own vague memories. His head was still a muffled mess. “It’s mostly oak trees.” he heard another chirp, and looked around for the source, but before he found it, he heard another sound that hit him with a great deal more force.

“Meowth! Get back here!” someone yelled, followed by the sound of frantic running. Wilbur froze on the spot. 

“Ooh, who is that? I could barely hear it but someone was speaking. It kind of sounded like-” Ghostbur was cut off, by a relieved sigh from the same voice as before.

“There you are. You can’t keep flying off like this.”

“Niki! It’s Niki! I remember her from your memories. She is so nice and sweet and-”

Wilbur spotted her too, as Ghostbur kept talking, standing behind the trees. Niki, who was holding a red parrot, and who looked so alone and unbothered, completely unaware of Wilbur’s presence. A million thoughts burst through Wilbur’s head. All the memories of L’Manberg, what had led to it, and what it had led to. And as Wilbur listened to her talk, it was at once familiar, and different. As if the voice was tinted with something shakier. Something exhausted. Though Wilbur was tired too, so perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him.

Had Niki been told that Wilbur was back? Perhaps it wouldn’t matter much to her. While Wilbur mostly held fond memories of her, he was uncertain what Niki would make of him now. What Wilbur’s actions had led her to think of him, and whether she even considered him a companion in the first place.

Wilbur stood there, frozen in silence, as he debated whether to hide his presence more or to let it be known. Before he had the chance to make a decision, Niki turned her head, and the silence turned a great deal more deafening and suffocating.

Niki was looking at Wilbur, her face going pale in less than a second, and her mouth gaping. Wilbur noticed that there were bags under her eyes. Her hands loosened from the bird, the bird promptly flapping its wings to land on her shoulder. She didn’t move an inch to show that such a thing had happened.

“What’s happening?” Ghostbur asked confusedly, “Why aren’t you saying hi? You must’ve missed each other so much!”

Perhaps Wilbur would’ve spoken, but the way Niki was looking at him, made the words twist into knots in his throat.

Then, came Niki’s words, quiet and broken, “I thought it stopped.” she said, and she rubbed her eyes, her breathing becoming faster. “It was destroyed. The memories were supposed to be gone, I wasn’t- I’m not supposed to-” she didn’t finish her sentence, instead blinking and shaking her head vigorously.

Wilbur was finally able to speak, “Hey.” The words were quiet, but they were loud enough to fill the silence between them.

Niki turned away muttering a mantra as she walked further into the forest, “You’re real, he isn’t, you’re real, he isn’t.” Her whole body shook as she left.

As she was walking away, Wilbur realized that he needed to go to her. At least clarify that he was back and not Ghostbur instead. He made long steps as he gently called out, “Niki, how have you been?” Though instead of a response, she simply walked quicker, almost quick enough to be a jog. 

Wilbur frowned and called out, slightly louder this time, “Niki, wait up.” He jogged up to where he was only a few steps behind her. She looked back, a startling fear clear in her eyes as she burst into a sprint away from Wilbur.

“Niki!” Wilbur shouted as he ran after her. They both ran between trees, hopping over tree stumps and large sticks. The wind flew by as Wilbur quickly gained ground. The two ran for a few minutes, their lungs and legs burning, but not stopping. Wilbur tried shouting her name again, but he figured it was just a waste of time. 

Niki ran to the left, which Wilbur spotted was an entrance that was decorated with stone bricks and spruce logs. As Niki ran down she missed one of the stairs and tumbled down the rest. Wilbur saw this as a chance to finally catch up and ran down. Niki heard his steps as she tried getting up, her legs shaking to the point where she could barely stand. 

Both of them gasped for air as Niki refused to look in Wilbur’s direction, instead viewing the stone wall in front of her. 

“Niki…” Wilbur breathed out, leaning onto the wall behind him for a moment before he held his hand out to Niki. It took him a few moments to realize Niki wouldn’t even see it unless she looked over. 

“Niki… you need some help getting up?” The only response he received was Niki’s gasps for air. Wilbur knelt down next to her. “Hey I uh…” Wilbur’s mind was blank once again as he searched desperately in his mind for anything he could say. “You come around here often?” That probably wasn’t Wilbur’s best, but he needed something to get them started. 

Niki laughed- or sobbed? Wilbur couldn’t tell, but he hoped it was the former. He placed a hand on Niki’s back, but when she flinched he immediately pulled back. Wilbur put his hands in his lap, unsure of what to exactly do with them. He waited moments with Niki, watching her shaking frame as she tried to get her breath back. It must’ve been from fear rather than exercise.

Was Niki afraid of him? He didn’t think he was that bad of a ruler of L’Manberg, but he supposed so if she thought of him as a monster to run away from. Maybe he was a monster- no, he couldn’t go down that path now. Niki needed him. But what for? The only time she looked at him was out of fear and she couldn’t even look at him now.

Instead, he focused on her bird. Well- at least he assumed it was hers. “I always thought birds were nice. Their wings are soft.” Wilbur forced a chuckle at the end, trying to bring in a light joyful atmosphere that didn’t exist anywhere around them. Sure, the torches brought a warm glow to the stairway, but it didn’t remove the tense air around them.

Niki covered her ears, bending further over in a way that looked like she was hiding from Wilbur, despite him being only a few inches away. Wilbur clearly heard that Niki was sobbing. He looked sympathetically at her but knew she wouldn’t be able to see it. He supposed he would have to wait this out with her.

“Niki sounds sorta like you did earlier, is she okay?” He was apparently waiting this out with Ghostbur as well.

“Are you oka-” Wilbur cut himself off when he realized that Niki probably didn’t even want to hear him. He sighed as he sat back against the wall, the smooth stone supporting him. 

Was Wilbur making things worse for Niki? He wasn’t an idiot, he knew she was scared of him. Yet, he hoped that she was like Tommy, who behind his spite and anger still talked to Wilbur for at least a few hours. But she was her own person. A person so different than the one peacefully baking a pie for when Wilbur and everyone else returned back home. Or when it was someone’s birthday and she would make them a small cake of their favorite flavor. She seemed full of this fear that made Wilbur feel something that resembled pity. 

Wilbur sighed quietly to himself. Not out of annoyance, but the willingness of patience. Despite being recently revived, he hadn’t spent many moments in the quiet. He told himself it would only remind him of limbo, but it was really quite the opposite. It just depended on his surroundings. He tensed when he remembered the stone walls around him were similar to the ones in limbo, but he focused on Niki. He didn’t want her to be hunched over, sobbing and shaking, after running away from Wilbur, but he appreciated her presence nonetheless. 

He pulled his legs to his chest and rested his head onto them. He closed his eyes, but all that filled his mind was Niki’s sobbing next to him. He was never the friend that made everyone happy or wiped away all their tears. But he knew he would be there for Niki when she was ready.

Wilbur opened his eyes, yet the darkness that he saw seconds ago still remained. It took him moments before he figured out that there was some kind of cloth over his eyes. He tried to move his hand, but he found an odd kind of resistance when he did so. The odd feeling of rope around his hands made him realize it was around his ankles as well. They were spread apart about half a foot, each of them tied to something Wilbur couldn’t identify. He shifted against whatever he was sitting on, but his abdomen also felt the familiar pressure around his hands and ankles. 

“Oh, are you awake now?” The echoing voice of Ghostbur was slightly quieter than normal, but Wilbur chose not to focus on it.

“What? I didn’t even fall asleep.” Wilbur tried to squint into the darkness, but it was of no use.

“Oh, I thought you did. You stopped responding for… a week? Probably not in your time though, just my ghost time.” 

“I-” Wilbur’s voice wavered, he didn’t remember falling asleep, he supposed that he was so exhausted that he didn’t feel the passage of time through a dream. “Sorry for leaving you hanging.”

“It’s alright! Someone else was with me for a little bit. That was nice.”

Wilbur sat up slightly, the implications of someone else in Wilbur’s- well Ghostbur’s now as well- limbo were much more frightening than Ghostbur realized. “Who did you see?” Wilbur cleared his throat.

“Didn’t see them. It was sorta muffled? I could’ve sworn that they were in another room but they were talking about you!”

“What were they saying?” Wilbur’s voice returned to being skeptical. 

“I-”

Ghostbur was interrupted by Niki’s voice. “You’re awake.” Her voice was sharp with edges that seemed to cut into Wilbur. 

He slightly frowned before forcing a smile, “Niki! Glad to see you again.” Wilbur awkwardly laughed, “Well, I guess see isn’t the right word. It’s good to hear you though.” Wilbur didn’t know if warmness naturally welcomed itself into Wilbur’s voice or if he forced it to maintain some kind of control over his circumstances.

However, control was desperately out of his hands as he felt the collision of something hitting his face. He could barely process it before the pain stung his cheek. “What the fuck!?” The words came out before Wilbur processed them, but he frankly didn’t mind.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong, what’s wrong,” Ghostbur’s worried voice spoke quickly to the point where Wilbur wouldn’t be able to catch what he was saying if it was something different.

“Who are you,” Niki growled at Wilbur. The words made Wilbur’s breath catch in his throat.

“Wilbur, my name is Wilbur- what’s going on?” Panic flew into his voice by mistake. Did Niki not remember who he was? He supposed that would make sense as to why she was so scared earlier, but he wasn’t gone that long. After thirteen and a half years, he still remembered her clear as day. 

“Don’t start fucking with me,” another punch came from the other direction. Wilbur hissed in pain along with Ghostbur. “Who the hell are you?” Niki’s normally high voice lowered in a way that made Wilbur subconsciously shiver.

“I- I’m Wilbur Soot. Ex-leader of L’Manberg, uh- son of Phil. Father of Fundy. I-” Wilbur was cut off by another collision to his bottom jaw. Wilbur winced from the pain as it hit a burn that was somehow uncovered. Ghostbur’s mantra of apologizing slipped into Wilbur’s speech, “I’m sorry.”

Niki laughed, “Oh, so now you have the audacity to feel sorry? You come all the way out here, dressed in something he would wear, claim to be him, and you expect me to be nice to you? Oh, perhaps I’ll bake you a pastry and wish you a farewell. Hm, that sounds nice right?” 

Before Wilbur could speak, Niki punched his jaw. “Look, look, please stop, I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk.” While he feared for his own safety, he also worried about the pain Ghostbur was in as well.

“Talk about what?” Niki hissed out.

Wilbur flinched as he expected to be hit again, but found after a few moments that nothing came. “I just saw you and figured we could- I honestly didn’t think it through. I- I saw your bird. Uh… he was red! He was chirping and I followed him into the forest because getting revived still didn’t revive the brain cells I’ve lost over the years. And, and…” Wilbur tried to think about what details were relevant. He didn’t want to get too off-track and upset Niki, but at the same time, if he was too vague he might receive the same consequence. “I saw you, you talked to him… I can’t remember what, but you saw me! And I saw you, and we ran through the forest. I honestly think I chased you.” Wilbur awkwardly laughed, waiting a moment for Niki to respond.

Although it wasn’t with a punch, the way she grabbed the front of his shirt frightened him all the same. “Why are you dressed like him? Sounding exactly like him. Acting like him, even.” The shirt slightly coming off of his chest made him realize he didn’t have his armor on. He hoped Niki didn’t destroy it.

“A-acting like who?” He prepared himself for the impact, but he wasn’t ready for it to happen, hoping she would not hit him again, as he still winced from the impact.

“You fucking know who!” Niki yelled.

Ghostbur’s apologizing interrupted any clear-thinking he would have had. “Please, just shut up and this will stop happening,” he whispered before realizing Niki could still hear him.

“Don’t you dare tell me to shut up, I have control over everything that happens here. I have control over if you’ll eat today or in two weeks. I have several favors from Technoblade that I’ll gladly redeem.  I can make your life here a living hell. Don’t fucking test me.” 

She let go of Wilbur’s shirt, and the chair slightly toppled as she was apparently pulling him up the whole time. He heard the footsteps echo away slowly as he quietly spoke, “Fuck.”

Ghostbur’s murmur waved into his mind. He heard Niki walk away previously and took that as a sign that he could talk. “I- I’m sorry for cursing and shit- wait- I’m sorry for cursing and stuff.” He hoped the slip-up would have made Ghostbur laugh, but he barely got anything as a response.

The still present sting on his cheek reminded him of why. He was about to apologize, but he didn’t know what for. About going to where Niki was? For scaring her? For getting punched? He should probably say something about the last one, but it wasn’t his fault at all. He was tied down and blindfolded, there wasn’t much he could honestly do. He tried to reason with her, but she apparently thought he was someone else.

Instead, he sighed as he shifted slightly. The ropes were still just as tight as before.

“Why did she do that? She knows I’m me right? I told her, but she just didn’t understand somehow.”

Ghostbur thought for a moment, “Maybe… Maybe she doesn’t believe you? I- I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid.” Ghostbur’s voice trailed off as he felt he was already being dismissed.

“Oh,” realization struck Wilbur harder than Niki punched. “No no no no, when is she coming back?” He knew Ghostbur didn’t know the answer, but he sought relief regardless.

“I… I think she said tomorrow or two weeks? Sorry, it’s sort of hard to remember.” 

Fear panged through Wilbur’s chest as he shouted, “Niki? Niki, I need to tell you something.” The silence of air filled his ears. “Niki!” Was Niki really going to leave him down here? After all they’d been through, she was going to toss him aside like garbage? No- garbage wasn’t tied down to a chair. Garbage was at least allowed to be outside. 

“Nix! I admit that I’m not Wilbur,”  the lie wouldn’t take him far, but if Niki was in denial it was possible it could get him out of here. After seconds of silence, Wilbur was greeted by quiet steps. They slowly walked closer as Wilbur almost grinned from getting Niki’s attention. Niki moved the cloth around Wilbur’s eyes and took it off. 

He squinted at the sudden brightness and saw that Niki had tears in her eyes. “Niki, what’s wrong?” He tensed thinking he was going to get hurt or perhaps taunted, but Niki collapsed in front of Wilbur, looping her arms around Wilbur’s abdomen. A sob erupted from her throat as Wilbur felt familiar pity in his chest.

“Um- it’s alright, it’s okay?” Wilbur didn’t know how to comfort her, but he still wanted to do something. Niki only sobbed harder, clinging to Wilbur for dear life. “I’m not really sure what you want me to say. How about deep breaths? Just go in one two three four, good, now hold one two three four.” Wilbur continued counting for Niki and felt her trembling slowly decrease. “Nix, are you okay?”

Niki hesitantly stopped holding Wilbur, only to pull a hand over her mouth as she started crying again. She slowly took her hand off to slowly admit, “Wi- Wilbur… it’s-” Niki cut herself off as she awkwardly hugged Wilbur’s neck. Wilbur sat still in the chair, unable to move due to the bonds around him.

Warm tears dripped onto Wilbur’s neck, “Wilbur you’re alive.”

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