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DAY IN AND day out I watch Tubbo as he streams, speaks to his friends and plays games all on his own. I watch his parents come to him with food and his sisters popping in to have a chat with him. I watch him leave and I watch him come back. I watch him cook, make coffee, eat, drink, clean and set up his stuff. I watch him as he ruffles his hair and scratches his arm. Often, I watch him sleep. I never watch him once he enters the restroom. I'd never do that. For his and my sake both.
Tubbo didn't believe it when Ranboo tried to speak to the ghost he thinks haunts the garden. The ghost is me, and I guess technically I amhaunting the garden. And the house and the tree. So he wasn't too far off. It was sad to watch him leave and see how quiet Tubbo got when he was all by himself. Well, almost all by himself. I'm always here. But I suppose that maybe that's worse than being alone. Having someone watch your every step without you knowing. I would certainly hate that. But he can't be hurt by what he doesn't know of, right?
At least that's what I tell myself.
I am constantly around other people, I make sure of that because I do not need to sleep as I am a literal ghost, yet I feel lonelier than I ever was when I was still alive. Now it doesn't matter how many people are in the room with me, none of them can see me and even if I speak to them, they can't hear me. It's like I'm trapped behind a wall of glass that can only be seen through from one side. And I am on the wrong side of that glass.
I am in the abyss that people call the afterlife, or the in-between, the souls who did not get to rest in peace and instead haunt this earth in the search of what can make their soul whole again (or come to peace) while terrorising the humans around them. I am not like that. I have it worse. I almost wish I could haunt people, at least that would be some kind of human interaction, but I wasn't even granted that. I would consider myself a happy soul, one that has come to peace with their death. Obviously, the universe does not agree since I am still here.
But at least I have Tubbo.
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𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ! let's gooo supernatural fic!! i'm so excited for this one and i find it very interesting to have a ghost as the main character instead of a living human
