Run away
“Run away” Wilbur/Ghostbur x gn!reader
Summary: You tried running away from it all but what happens when the very thing you ran away from greeted you with a smile?
Warnings: Grief, mentions of war, character death, and ptsd (?)
Notes: Honestly, I wrote this at like 2am because I couldn’t sleep. The ending is pretty hanging tbh but that’s just the consequences of my bad sleep schedule. I’m not sure if I should make a part 2 bc I just wrote this bc I was bored.
You sat on the front porch of your house. The cold breeze of midnight kept you company. The air was crisp and quiet, not much to be heard, save for the howling wind through the lonely night.
You were alone, it was just you and the stars.
There was a gentle breeze that brought tears to your eyes.
You missed your family and friends.
You wondered how everyone was doing back at home. You were certain that they were all well. At least that’s what you hoped. Back in rebuilt L’Manberg where everyone stayed, except you. Instead of rebuilding your home, you ran away and left them to do the work. They rebuilt the hole in the ground after Wil- no, you couldn’t bring yourself to say his name, not after everything.
You weren’t at all lonely though, Philza would check up on you once and a while but your interactions would remain brief. Other than Philza no one has had the time to stop by.
You didn’t mind. You understand that they have probably been busy with rebuilding L’Manberg from the ashes.
L’Manberg. Such a bittersweet memory.
Your mind drifted, in between the tears that were streaming down your face. You remember the times of revolution, the good and bad memories. When all of you were just innocent youths, fighting for what they thought was right. But no matter how good it was, life always had a different kind of twist for you.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw a familiar sight. “Tommy?” He was scavenging for what seemed like sticks and wood. You don’t think he has noticed your presence.
Tommy? What was he doing this late in the evening? Wait- what was he doing here? Isn’t he supposed to be back home in L’Manberg?
“Tommy?” you asked, trying not to show much distress.
He didn’t answer. His eyes seemed vacant.
You stood up from your porch and made your way to the lad.
“Tommy!” you called.
He stopped and turned his head towards you. But it was not the Tommy you once knew. He rubbed his eyes, not believing you were there. The boy looked rugged and tired. It was clear that the world hasn’t been kind to him.
“I thought I would just find a piece of wood to build a fire,” he said in a low voice, the same as his eyes. You have never seen a person like him. He looked weary, different from the chipper and energetic boy who sang for the flowers in the meadows.
You are not an emotional person. But when you saw the lad; it took all your composure to stay calm. “Tommy, you should be back home in L’Manberg.”
“I can’t go back.”
“Why not? Your friends are there. Tubbo’s in L’Manberg isn’t he?” You don’t see how Tommy silently cringed at your words. You didn’t notice his unease when you talked about L’Manberg.
“I can’t go back for now.”
“You can’t just abandon them,” you said. You can’t let Tommy, or any child like him, out of your sight. You have always made a habit of doing that. Tommy was too young for going through whatever this is. You’ve never regretted leaving L’Manberg but you did regret leaving Tommy unsupervised. You’ve always looked at him as a little brother and would always regret that you aren’t there for him like in the old days.
“It’s a long story Y/N,” He tried to smile but you knew better. “Besides, I have to go back to Logstedshire soon.”
You raised your brow. Where is Logstedshire? You’ve never heard of a place. All you knew was Logstedshire isn’t L’Manberg and Tommy wasn’t coming home.
“You should just stay in my cottage for the night.” You put your hand on his shoulder. “Wait till the sunrise so mobs won’t attack you.”
Tommy picked up all the sticks he had gathered. “I have to go back tonight. Someone is waiting for me.”
You are curious as to who was waiting for Tommy, but that would be a question for another time. All you were focused on was keeping him safe. Something you have failed to do in the past. “Let me come with you then. I’ll escort you there.”
“You don’t need to do that Y/N,” He waved off your suggestion. “Anyway, You probably have better things to do.”
There was something Tommy wasn’t telling you. It was clear as day. Tommy was never a good liar. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter for now. You just wanted to make sure he was safe.
You shook your head. You didn’t want him to go back alone. “I have to keep you safe. Plus it’s been so long, we need to catch up,” You said simply.
The walk was quiet. Tommy seemed lost in thought. While walking you noticed how he would play with the hem of his shirt. You wanted to ask him what he was thinking about, but you didn’t want to pry.
You could see a wall of logs coming into your sight. Was this Logstedshire? "Tommy is this Logsted-”
"-You know you don't have to go with me all the way," he spoke all of the sudden.
Tommy was hiding something from you. It's obvious. "I know." You spoke casually. “But it's no problem if I accompany you.”
You could see the wall coming closer and closer. You decided to continue your way. Probably one of the biggest mistakes you’d ever make.
You wished you hadn't continued walking, then maybe you wouldn't have to relive moments that are meant to be forgotten. Maybe you’d be back in your cottage drinking a cup of tea, maybe you still would have a peaceful life.
"Tommy! you're back!"
That voice. No, it couldn't be.
You stopped in your tracks. The world swayed under your feet. This. This was a mistake, right?
He was dead, you swore he was. You saw him die in front of you that day. You saw how his body fell lifeless to the ground. You could remember how your voice echoed a scream throughout the battlefield. And that day he was gone, along with the country he built. The country he gave his life to protect. A country that was no longer there, never to return.
So why was he standing there? Why was that horrible man standing in front of you?
He looked almost alive and well, despite his eyes being cold and lifeless.
The man in front of you widened his eyes, “Y/N!” He smiled, “Is that you? It’s been so long, I was wondering when I'd get to see you again.”
"Wilbur..." A name you'd never think of saying again.
"No... You're supposed to be dead." You felt out of breath as if walls were closing in on you. You knew this feeling, oh too well. You've felt this when you witnessed the country you once fought for blazed in amber.
You felt sick. The last thing you saw before the darkness consumed you completely was Wilbur's wide-eyed, innocent face. And the sound of the worried cries of Tommy.
