Me and Jaxon had been sat on the couch cuddling for the past hour or so. Niki, Wilbur, and Tommy all went stay at a hotel and Rix had gone back to his apartment the night prior

"Oh holy shit I just remembered something" I say out of the blue, slightly sitting up

"What's up? Is something wrong?" Jax responds eagerly

"I was gonna upload my lore today. I told all my fans I would" I look him in the eyes

"Are you sure now is the right time to do that?"

"Yes, actually. First off, it'll hold them over until I'm off of break. Second off, it's all prerecorded and I'll just upload it to youtube. Everyone's happy!!" I say with a smile

"I guess I don't see any problems with it" He smiles back

"You say that like I had to ask your permission to post it" I stand up, crossing my arms

"Yeah yeah, so you gonna post it?" He asks, standing up also as we walk to my room

"I don't see why not" I plop down onto my chair

After waiting long enough, it finally uploads onto youtube and watch the preview eagerly with the rest of my viewers

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I didn't know where they were coming from, why there were blaring throughout the entire smp, I knew practically nothing. But what I did know, was that something is wrong. And that I needed to protect myself, quick.

As my brain screamed at me with questions and curses, the only thing I could seem to do was grab my most important things get to the safest place I knew.

The flower crowns from me, Ranboo, and Tubbo's wedding

Check

The emerald Techno gave me

Check

The designs for Niki and Puffy's bakery

Check

Some photographs, of which including wedding photos and poloroids of me and my closest friends

Check

The box of small things I had remaining from my biological family

..Check

The letter Clay gave me asking for me to break him out of prison

..Reluctantly, Check..

With that, I ran as fast as I could to the obsidian bunker that me, Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo all made in case of emergencies. It was the safest place I knew, and only we know where it is

Okay, okay. It's gonna be okay. Hopefully. The benchtrio are all gonna be there when you get there..SHIT WHAT ABOUT MICHEAL?? Surely Ranboo or Tubbo will bring them. And Tommy will bring Shroud. What the fuck is even going on? What if I'm freaking out over nothing?? I'm sure that a siren that the entire god damn server wouldn't just be "nothing"

I look to my left and see Tin Can. The calico cat that me and Ranboo adopted together, graciously named by my bees.

Quickly, I run over to them and untie their leash, carrying them in my arms as I continued my journey.

Finally, I make it down to the bunker. I expect to see Ranboo hunched over in the ground, a hand around Tubbo's shoulder while Tommy play's with Shroud's hair to calm him. Something like that.

However, the only thing I'm welcomed to is a dark and cold room.

Even more panicked, I throw all of my stuff on the table on the left wall. I tie Tin Can onto the leg of the table before pacing around the room, panicked.

As I pace, my breathing becomes more and more uneven. All of the panic and worry was finally settling in my mind. It swarmed with possibilities of what could be happening.

Tears streamed down my face and I slowly slid down the back wall, crouching in a small ball as I hugged my knees as tight as possible. I just sobbed and sobbed for what felt like hours, but it was only around 20 minutes.

"Willow! WILLOW!! There you are, holy shit. Are you okay??" Tommy comes running from upstairs

"T-Tommy? What's going on??" I practically yell, tears still streaming down my face in fear

"Hey hey, it's okay. We-We're gonna be fine..I hope" He says, kneeling down and rests a hand on my shoulder

"YOU HOPE??" I yell out before taking a deep breath "Tommy, tell me what the fuck is happening out there"

He unevenly sighs and tries to avoid eye contact "So uhm Techno may or may not have broken your brother out"

My breath, my heart, my tears. Everything stops.

"He did fucking..?" I say with a hushed, but harsh voice

"I-I don't know how he fucking did it but- I saw that green bastard. They were all running out. Techno and Dream, and Ranboo. Ranboo was there too and they..Ranboo they..."

I looked down at the emerald that Techno had given me. It was one of the first things he gifted to me, and he told me how much it resembled our friendship. I guess it didn't mean much to him, then. Be betrayed me. He betrayed Tommy. He betrayed everyone on this god damn server by letting him out.

"Willow..Ranboo's gone.." He finally lets out

My eyes move from the emerald in my hand to the ground in front of me

"W-what do you mean they're gone?" I whisper out, making eye contact with the boy in front of me

"Sam he- he killed them. I watched them die. Willow, Ranboo's dead."

Suddenly, everything all at once hits me. The betrayal, the death of my best friend. It all comes tumbling down. I break out into tears, embracing Tommy and clutching unto the back of his shirt.

I scream out curses and messages filled with sorrow and betrayal. I can't make coherent thoughts, just a feeling of depression lingers.

For what felt like hours, I just sobbed and sobbed into Tommy's arms. We feel asleep embraced in each other, giving as much comfort as one can.

3 days went by. I never left the bunker, I was too scared and upset. The only person I saw for the entire 72 hours was Tommy, Tubbo, and my pets.

Currently, I was laying on Tubbo's chest as he played with my hair. Every once in a while he would place a small kiss on my head.

Tommy's signature knock from the bunker door echos through the obsidian room

"It's Tommy, can I enter?" He asks politely

Tubbo looks down at me, as if non-verbally asking for my permission. I shake my head yes in response

"Yep! Come in, bossman" Tubbo yells back

He wearily makes his way down into the room

"So uhm, you guys have got a visitor, they really wanna talk-"

"If it's Techno then tell him to fuck off" I say sternly, cutting Tommy off

"It's not Techno" He confirms

I sit up, now slightly more intrigued with the conversation "Then who is it?"

"Well, erm, it's kind of hard to explain. It's someone that cares about you a lot and you care about them..shit I'm terrible at explanations" His sentence turns into a murmur

Tubbo stands up "Sorry, dear, I needa talk to him for a sec"

"Tommy" Tubbo says with a hushed voice "Is it who I think it is?"

"I mean that depends on who you think it is-" He answers back nervously

Tubbo walks closer to Tommy "I don't think she's ready to see them yet, Tommy"

"Come on, Tubs. They need to speak, maybe it'll make them feel better! You don't know"

These dumbasses have always been terrible at whispering

I stand up and cross my arms "Who am I not allowed to see?"

They both look back at me with nervous expressions before we hear a familiar voice from upstairs

"Uhh, Tommy? Can I come down now?" The voice not only echoes through the room, but through my mind

My eyes widen and my eyebrows furrow as I stare at the two boys in front of me in confusion and shock

Before they can say anything, I rush to the latter and open the bunker door. I squint my eyes at the sight of the sun before they adjust and I look above me

"Willow!! I've missed you so much, love!" They say, looking down in me from the bunker latter

I quickly climb completely up the latter and look up into their green and red eyes. They looked and sounded exactly like Ranboo, but they were dead, Right? They lost their first canon life to the experiments by my brother, the second to saving Tubbo's life due to Wilbur, and the third to Sam just a few days prior.

It was the same black and white spilt skin. The same horns, one of which holding wedding rings from me and Tubbo. The same ears that would fade into the corresponding color on their face. The same purple freckles and enderman mouth.

But they were different from the Ranboo I knew. They wore an odd robe with a slash with green and red blood in the middle.

They reminded me of..Ghostbur

Their tail caught my eye. It was wagging faster than a happy puppy's.

I don't care if they're a ghost or if they're alive, they're here with me and I'm going to make the most of it

Still without saying a word, I bring them into a tight hug. My eyes start to water and a sob escapes my lips as I hug them tighter.

They hug with the same amount of force, rubbing my back in an attempt to comfort me, and it was working.

"I told you it'd be better for her" I hear Tommy mutter to Tubbo, followed by a short "Ow!"

"How are you even here, Ranboo?" I ask, wiping away my tear filled eyes and looking up at theirs

"Oh, I'm not Ranboo!" They respond with a smile and my happy expression falters

"Uhm, Willow, this is Ghostboo" Tubbo introduces

"I have all the memories of Ranboo, but they're in a limbo like a loser. Being dead is so much better!! It's so freeing being a ghost"

I give them a worried look and I could tell that everyone was uncomfortable, other than Ra- I mean, Ghostboo

They were so similar to Ranboo. I mean, they were technically the same person. The whole gang talked for hours, and it was the happiest I'd felt in days. However, the whole time I felt so uneasy.

If felt so..wrong

I was with my best friend, my husband, but it didn't exactly feel like them. They brought up death and being a ghost far too much for anyone's liking. And they were so enthusiastic, to an unnerving extent. It was like, no matter what he said, it would always sound..odd.

After a long time of trying to push them out, they had finally left back to their home along with Tubbo.

"That is not Ranboo" I say, facing Tommy, but looking at the floor beneath him

"Well, I mean, you're technically right" He says in a confused manner

"They're not real. None of this is real. Hell, I don't even know if I'm real" I say, laughing and gripping my hair

"Willow.." Tommy murmurs

"How am I even supposed to know, anymore?? Half of my entire fucking childhood was faked. What's to tell me that this isn't some big story that Clay's made to just fuck around with me like a toy?" I ask Tommy, like he knows the answer

"What the fuck are you on about??"

"Tommy..I think I've officially lost it!" I laugh

"Willow, y-you're reminding me of Wilbur.." He murmurs, but I ignore it

"I think I'm actually loosing my mind! My husband is dead and some person obsessed with death has replaced him, my toddler son is somehow missing, one of my closest allies has betrayed me, what am I supposed to do now?"

Tommy stays silent in both loss of words and fear

"It always comes crashing down doesn't it?" I slide down against the wall

It always comes crashing down..

Words: 2088

Date: January 30th, 2022