MCYT Oneshots

Ghostbur - Remember, remember

Y/N - Your Name

(Ghostbur my beloved 🥰 it's not the most obvious thing but Alivebur and the reader were in a relationship before he died)

READER PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

"Oh, hello! I'm Ghostbur!" Greets an echoey voice from behind you.

A voice you recognise all too well.

"...Wilbur?" You mutter, turning slowly, hoping it's a dream or a stress hallucination.

"Ah, no. See, I'm Ghostbur! I'm like Wilbur, but I'm- well, I'm dead." He informs and you narrow your eyes.

You turn around fully, able to see the owner of the voice.

It's Wilbur. But dead.

He really wasn't lying.

His skin is a dreary grey, flushed darker on his cheeks. His eyes are a pale greyish blue and seem to stare straight through you. He's wearing Wilbur's yellow turtleneck and red beanie, but it's off. Muted.

Oh, and there's a giant sword wound across his chest.

Your eyes linger on the wound for a second too long, and Ghostbur notices.

"Oh, yeah, this is how I died! My dad killed me." He says, waaay too cheerily.

"Phil." You murmur, and Ghostbur nods.

"You know my dad?" He asks and you turn your head away. "Kind of." You reply coldly. Ghostbur - as you can see in your peripherals - frowns at your reaction.

"I'm sorry. I seem to bring up touchy subjects for everyone!" He laments, making you turn back to look at his distraught face.

"Oh no, no, no Ghost...bur. It's not your fault!" You reassure, the name 'Ghostbur' is foreign on your tongue.

A few seconds pass...

"So, did we know eachother before I died?" Ghostbur asks, and you meet his murky eyes.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah we did." You mumble, cheeks flushing a bright red.

"That's nice! I bet we were good friends!" Ghostbur chirps. You sigh and smile a little, remembering all your memories with Wilbur.

"I guess you could say that." You say, and you can see the dark grey of his cheeks spread and darken even more.

"Oh thats nice!" He exclaims, making you laugh.

You both stare at eachother for a beat, before Ghostbur breaks the tense atmosphere.

"What did we do together? He asks and you chuckle, shaking your head.

"So much," you tell him, "it may take a while to go through it all!"

Ghostbur starts talking about how he loves writing books, and how he would like to make yours and Wilbur's time together into stories.

The realisation hit you hard.

That's all you and Wilbur's entire relationship would be. Stories.

Wilbur's dead, after all.

A tear rolls down you cheek as your brain fills with happy memories.

"Are you ok?" Ghostbur asks, laying a hand on my shoulder. It felt cold.

"Yeah, yeah. Just- remembering." You reassure and Ghostburs head perks a little.

"Remembering what exactly?"

"Well, me and you, when we were young. You took Techno's stuff and hid it in the forest! He was so mad!" You tell Ghostbur.

"That sounds like it was fun."

"Yeah, it was."

Ghostbur sighs. You do the same.

"Don't you remember me at all?" You ask, and Ghostbur looks up, pondering.

"Oh! I do!" He reveals suddenly, and your eyes light up. "Yeah?" You reply.

"Me and you, curled up together in... in... a house! It was raining... but we were warm together." Ghostbur remembers, and a warm smile crosses your face.

Before you can stop yourself, you rush forward and envelope Ghostbur in a hug. Although he's freezing cold, you don't let go.

"That's my favourite memory." You whisper in his ear. Ghostbur laughs shakily, and as you pull back, you notice he's crying.

"I'm sorry! It's just- no ones hugged me before." Ghostbur divulges. You click your tongue sympathetically, pulling him back in for another hug.

"Then I'll have to make up for it." You mutter to him, causing another onslaught of happy tears to spill out of Ghostbur's eyes.

Although he was forgetful, and not entirely the Wilbur you knew, you'd love Ghostbur just as you loved him when he was alive.