#*death ment.

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   // @ask-tubbo-bee asked: Tubbo struggled. Falling once again as he tried to move forward. He never knew that he really couldn't live without tommy. He knew it would be hard but it seemed impossible.

He had tied bothe bandanas to each crutch that tommy had made. He started using them. The words 'get off your arse bee boy!' Echoes with Tommy's laugh in his mind from a long time ago.

He gritted his teeth trying again only to let out a frustrated cry as he fell again.

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   --> Phan knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Hanging around places that only brought sadness. To him, and to others. Though... that second part is inevitable. A ghost of a boy who was barely eighteen wandering through the server? That would bring sadness to anyone. Unless they hated his alive self, in which case they might celebrate. He wasn’t sure. But one thing was for certain-- he shouldn’t be hanging around his alive self’s old best friend’s house.

   But... he can’t make himself stay away, either. Whoops.

   The frustrated cry pulls at his heart, and he has to force himself not to approach. He can’t hurt Tubbo. He sniffles, trying to keep his eternal crying quiet. He doesn’t want to be seen. Or heard. Or... anything, really. He really should just leave, however, being there for Tubbo, even if it’s just hanging outside of his house... feels comforting enough. As weird as that sounds.

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   // @reviived​ asked: Tommy's dead. There's nothing left, right? What would he do without him? The blame is lingering in Wilbur's mind, pacing back and forth in front of Tommy's little shack.  All is well, until he heard rustling. Pausing, the former president lifted his head to see.. a ghost?

   "Toms?"

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   --> Tommy’s house is cold. It almost always is, it’s a dirt shack after all. But after the sole occupant’s death, it never seemed to get warm. No matter how much sunlight or if a fire was lit, it remained constantly cold. As if something was keeping the home that temperature.

   After all, ghosts were always cold.

   At the sound of someone in his-- in Tommy’s-- home, a pale figure peeks around the corner, out of what used to be Shroud’s room. It’s not like the boy could remain in a place without his parent. Phan hoped he was with Tubbo like they originally planned in case this happened. Upon realizing who exactly was in the home, he has to fight not to hide-- Wilbur. Wilbur scares him.

   But he’s been seen, so he has to respond. Right? That’s... that’s how that works.

   “... hi, Wilbur. Why... why are you here...?”

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   // anonymous asked: Wils on his way.

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   --> “Well he better fucking hurry up before I fucking die in here!”