~+...EXILED...+~

~+...𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗜𝗜...+~

          "Yeah? That's my name? I just said so" Tommy said, questioning Ghostbur.

          "YOU ARE TOMMYINNIT! TOMMAY MY MAN!" Wilbur exclaimed, opening his arms to Tommy, and hugging him tightly.

          Tommy tried to get out of his grip, but Ghostbur was to happy too let him go. "OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU!" Will said, his voice slightly echoing in the small cave. "I missed you too Wilbur, L'manburg hasn't been the same without you." the blond boy said. "Oh! I wanted to ask, how's L'manburg doing?" the older man asked. "Ummm...not so well" Tomathy answered. "How so?" Wilbur's eyebrows were scrunched up in worry. "Well I mean it's doing fine but I guess not really. 'Cause Tubbo's the president now-"

          "How is that bad?" Wilbur interrupted. "He betrayed me Will! I knew this would happen if he became president!"

          "Hm" Wilbur hummed as he was deep into thinking.

          Tommy sighed, and sat down on the pile of hay on the floor, and bit into another carrot. Wilbur sat across from the young boy, on the dirt. After a few minutes, Wilbur broke the silence. "My bum hurts" he made a sad face, and stood up. "I don't need to know that!-" Tommy snapped back, regretting the tone of his voice. "Sorry" Wilbur said, quietly. "Wil-Wilbur I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm just pissed off at the moment" Tommy apologized. "I would be mad too if I was kicked out by my friend" Wilbur replied. Wil stood up and added, "I'm going to look for some more hay".  Tommy nodded, and laid down on the itchy hay.

          Wilbur stepped over a left-over carrot Tommy chewed on, and slightly tripped out of the comfort of his home. When he took his first step out, it was pitch black. The moon was half-way dipped into the vast sea. 'Lonely' Wilbur thought.

He turned around, and saw Tommy fast asleep, his hands under his head acting as a pillow. Wilbur's home was like a rabbit hole. In a hill. It was pretty warm in there, unlike the gusting winds outside. He started to walk to the left where he saw a few trees and bushes. Wilbur formed his hands into circles, and put them over his eyes. Like binoculars. "Nothing" Wilbur whispered. He turned around walking the opposite direction. 'Tree, tree, tree. Hm, Bush, tree, hay. Bush. HAY!' Ghostbur thought. He ran up to a pile of hay that was surrounding a bush. Just a singular bush. How peculiar. Ghostbur ignored this, and huddled up the hay, and held it in his arms. "I'm back!" Wilbur exclaimed, immediately shutting his mouth when he remembered that Tommy was asleep.

          The ghost placed the pile of hay next to Tommy, and laid down. He gazed out the hole that led to the view of a wonderful glowing orb, the moon. Ghostbur stood back up, and climbed up the ramp like slope that led to the opening to the slope. He grasped the raggedy piece of cloth, and covered the only source of light. It was fine if it was dark, because the rag would keep them safe, for it was camouflaged with its surroundings. Wilbur felt his way around to his 'bed'. He sat on the pile, and laid down, itching his ear. "Hmmm, hmm hm. Hmmmm hm, hm hmmm" Wilbur started humming the anthem of his unfinished sympathy, flooding back memories. At least the ones he could remember.
     
"YOU ARE TOMMYINNIT! TOMMAY MY MAN!"

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