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TW// GORE
Ghostbur's POV:
The Ghost darted through the woods, phasing through the tree's and branches with his spirit-like body.
Wilbur had so many good memories with the blonde little boy.
Memories of Tommy when he was little.
he would make fake wings out of Phil's shedded feathers and other things laying around the house that Phil hadn't picked up yet, It was kind of disgusting, yet ...sweet?
Phil, Wilbur, and Techno used to laugh about it.
The Ghost tried to calm himself down, still moving swiftly through the forest.
Tommy's POV:
The boy started to hear rips of his flesh down his back, gushing out vast amounts of blood. The pain was indescribable.
He was shaking, still on the floor.
He hated how weak he looked infront of Ghostbur. He had to be the big man everyone thought of him to be. He had to get through this, and fast.
But what is even happening? Everything is such a blur. Thoughts were racing past in his mind too quickly. Nothing was clear anymore.
The only clear thing was pain.
He needed to calm down. He was so scared. He's only a kid. He's been through so much. This is all too much.
Suddenly, a huge wave of pain entered the teen's body. Tears of pain streamed down his face. He clenched his hands so hard his nails cut his palms.
A deep shade of red seaped through the crevasses of his hands. Wails and loud sobs of pain entered the acres of land he was staying at for his exile.
The teen suddenly heard a wet, slap like sound on the hard floor.
"wha-at the-e f-uck-k...??" He panted, still crying from the intense sensation of stinging along his torso and back.
Then just like that, most of the pain was..
..gone..?
before the boy could check what happened, he passed out, probably from blood loss and shock of it all.
He needed the sleep after that shit show.
Technoblades and Ghostbur's POV:
After about an hour of wondering about, Ghostbur had completely forgotten about Tommy's condition.
In his head he was just giving Technoblade and Phil a visit, his family.
The Ghost pushed off some falling snow off of his greyish brunette hair, excited to see his twin brother and adoptive Father.
Technoblades house was so calming, the aesthetic he chose to build it as in this snowy wonderland was so perfect in the spirits eyes, It was so pretty.
It looked so soft compared to the Stoic half-piglin warrior that lived there. Though Techno had a soft side, and Wilbur of all people knew that the most.
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Back in the Nether before Phil came into the picture, Since Wilbur and Technoblade were half piglin, their body's didnt suit half the stuff the normal piglin would in the Nether.
So Technoblade made it his top priority that his brother was comfortable and fed in every way possible.
Piglins were greedy. They didn't care for the children.
Parents usually left them to rot if they were a slight inconvenience in any way, which was pretty hard concidering you were a child. Of course you were.
Techno used to be nothing but a little theif as a kid, stealing from any nearby piglin villages, but 90% of his stolen items went to his younger twin, Wilbur.
The only thing Techno cared about was Wil, nothing else mattered to the boy.
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The Ghost floated up the snowy stairs to knock on Technoblade and Philza's door.
A tall pink haired man with pointy, elf like ears and a crown opened the door, a slight warmth hitting the Ghosts ice cold face from the inside.
"Wilbur?" Technoblade said, standing in the doorway, shocked.
"Techno!!" The ghost jumped to his older twins arms, engulfing him in a cold, but cozy hug.
"Hi!" The spirit beamed
"Come on in," The piglin said, letting go of his dead brothers hug after a few seconds and gestered his hands for him to go inside.
"Its freezin' out here." Techno said, smiling.
Technoblade always gave off a warm and welcoming presence in his retirement, it was nice.
Ghostbur made his way inside, looking around the quaint cottage, his eyes catching a hot fireplface, he stared at it for a while.
It sparked warmth in Wilburs chest, fireplaces has always made wilbur feel at home, Phil always had one lit as kids.
It wasnt ever not toasty in their childhood home.
"Wheres Dad?" Wilbur blurted, turning his gaze to Technoblade who had sat down on the nearby couch, organizing the books left on top of it.
"He's out doin' stuff, dunno when he'll be back though." The pig yawned, it was around 8:30 in the morning.
"..oh" The Ghost and Piglin then proceeded to have a very long conversation.
Ghostbur still being oblivious to what his little brother was going through at the camp.
Time skip, 3 hours.
"Hey uhm.. Wilbur?" The pink haired man scratched his neck, looking at the Ghost fiddling with a house plant.
"Yes, Technoblade?" The spirit said in a calm tone.
"Hows Tommy? Im sure exiles been pretty rough for him." Techno asked Ghostbur, curious to how the brats been doing all by himself.
The company of only his dead brothers ghost must be pretty scarring.
"Oh-! I..!" Ghostbur looked at the floor, thinking.
Technoblade stared at wilbur with a look of "????" On his face, raising an eyebrow.
The Ghost then remembered everything.
The sight of his half dead little brother.
His shirt being ripped to shreds by his own hands.
everything.
Ghostbur you IDIOT.
Why can't you remember anything?
The ghost launched off of the couch they were sitting on. Obviously distressed, making Techno jump a little at the sudden reaction.
"Wha-- wilbur? You okay-?" Techno looked up at his dead brother.
"N-No!! I- Tommy's hurt! I-I--" The spirit stuttered, shaking.
"Technoblade, Tommy's very, very hurt-! I-I dont know whats happened to him, he looked fucking DEAD, Techno-!" He yelled frantically
"What--" Techno's eyes widened with worry.
"We need to leave, right now! Im such an idiot! Why cant I remember anything!?" Ghostbur grabbed Technoblade and yanked him out the door by his wrist, rushing over to their campsite.
"Hold on Wil-!! Let me get Carl, he's much faster than us on foot--"
Technoblade quickly ran over to his stable for his beloved horse conntected to his house, and yelled at Wilbur to get on, he seemed pretty on edge.
Technoblade isnt one to get stressed so easily, I thought he hated Tommy? He was part of the government after all.
Doesn't he?
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I think this is a good time to end the chapter :)
sorry for it taking so long, im not that good at writing dgjdv
and what did yall think of Quackity's latest lore stream?? Holy shit he popped off 😩
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