the teary and blue clover ghosts of limbo
A Ghostbur story of a reader insert.
As you felt tears start to draw from your eyes your ears perked up at the sound of a train rolling into the station. Your eyes opened and you noticed a male who sat at one of the train benches. He had Carmel brown hair and brown eyes that looked like a deers pelt. He was wearing a old trench coat that went down to his legs and he had ripped jeans. You wondered what happened to him for him to be put in this horrid station.
You wanted to call out but your voice gave nothing, you couldn’t speak after all. The man who did this to us ripped our vocal cords out. As the train fully pulled into the station the man looked up in confusion, grabbing the acoustic guitar that had been next to him and walking closer and closer to the now stopped train.
When we squinted you noticed two people in the train. Or well..a ghost and a man. Then the doors fully opened.and if you could scream to warn the man of who he was about to meet you would off, the man who murdered the two of us was the male in the train. Holding a very similar man to the brown haired guy but as a ghost by his hair.
The ghost looked like he was crying a river, steam pooling from his eyes as a blue chain was wrapped around the males neck. The curly haired male had a wicked smirk on his face as he nodded to the masked smiley man and shook his hand. The smiley man chuckled and threw the ghost to the floor. Out of insinct our body ran to see if the crying ghost was alright
As we ran our eyes met the man we both despised with hatred. He took of his mask and gave us a crooked grin and waved. You felt shivers run up our spine..we wanted this man dead.and soon we would get our wish but it just wouldn’t be today. As you checked the ghost holding his face in your hands the doors to the train closed
The ghost quickly scrambled and got up running to the train doors and banged on them. Sobbing and screaming something that you couldn’t really hear. But the man who took the ghosts place just gave him an insane smile and waved goodbye as the train soon started to roll and soon the ghost had started to fall into the train track roads. You quickly stopped the ghost from falling and held him as he started to sob more.
“Tommy said..I’d be okay..”the ghost sobbed into your now wet sweater. You didn’t know who this Tommy boy was but he seemed important to the ghost. You rubbed his back trying to comfort them.
He looked up at you and asked, “what’s your name..?” You frowned at the mention of your name..you didn’t know your name, your memories were blurry and this cursed station had grabbed onto the most important memory of your mind. Which had been the memory of your name. So you shrugged.
He seemed a bit confused that you apparently had no name, the ghost frowned as he noticed a board on the side of the station. It looked like it was some memory board. Like..for the people who remembered him. And on the top it had the name ghostbur..that must of been the ghost name.
You looked over and noticed your own board..it was black no dots at all and your name had been scratched out, the only word that was visible was ‘clovers’ and you had no idea what that word meant to us.
As Ghostbur looked around the station you felt the urge to just..protect the sad ghost, you didn’t know where this sudden urge and emotion came from but you felt like this was important. So as the years,months and days grew by, you were always there for the ghost.
But soon his memory of himself and his friends were as well fading,this station was grasping its claws on another unlucky victim of this sad memory loss.soon the two of you had no memory of the old friends and people you knew..the only thing you two remembering was each other
You two were the blue clovers..two sadden ghosts cursed of no memory of their past and old friends..
