#ghost four

[vextheallay]

*Flings em at yu*

Yes, I know 3 and 4 technically have USB tails but it's difficult to do in Pony town💔

[vextheallay]

(repost cuz my ass forgor something important☺️ ik am dumb)

(also too lazy to color the text, fight me)

Joining this trend cuz ✨yes✨

Au by @dorriostareyes and my nemesis @michaelscorneroftheinternet

(Last panel isn't done leave me alone 😞 but I was going to crowbar Fallen! 4 lmao)

Paranoia/Ghost! SMG4: Oh I've met a lot of SMG4 AU Four's and I did some pretty bad things to my SMG3, but you my friend, take the cake for the worst one...

Lore in 1 minute explained:

In 'You used to be cool' SMG3 actually shot 4 and now 4's ghost haunts him 24/7

[thanatophobiaproject]

Ghost #4: Bran

His name was Bran and he was a ballerina.

He’d danced and twirled around the entire house, sometimes to music and sometimes to silence. He wore dresses because he loved the way they went up when he spun, he had glitter in his hair and rainbows on his nails, and he begged and begged his mummy to let him take ballerina lessons until she finally gave in and signed him up for his sixth birthday. When he grew up, he wanted to be the best ballerina there ever was.

But he never got to grow up.

People stared and whispered when he started going to his ballerina lessons, and some of the girls giggle behind their hands, but after a while, they became his friends. The adults, however, kept whispering. Bran was having too much fun to care.

It had been one week until his seventh birthday. He’d been excited. He was going to invite all his friends, and they were going to have a dance party. He’d been wearing his favourite dress and his ballerina slippers when his mummy and daddy took him out to the shops to pick a cake.

There’d been a man. All Bran could really remember about him was that he’d been big. He’d been really loud and had shouted a lot. He’d scared Bran. His daddy wasn’t loud. He’d tried to calm him down. His mummy had tried to lead him away, out to the car, but the man had blocked their path. There’d been people in the shop. Watching.

They didn’t do anything.

He hated them for that.

Hated them, hated them, hated them.

And he knew the kids in the vineyard were no better.