You Left Me
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Pairing: C!Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader
TW: talk of blood/wounds, sleep depieved reader who going crazy
A/n: for my darling's event!! congrats darling!! <3
Wilbur stared her down, trying to belittle her. There’s tension in the air, going along with the smoke and burnt smell of a once beautiful nation. He looked away, to Phil. there was chatter between the two, there was shouts as well. She can’t hear them, the ringing in her ear overthrowing everything else. Someone grabs her by the arm. It’s Fundy. She smiles sadly, holding his shoulder for support on her sore limbs.
A scream. A ripple through the ringing in her ear. It's piercing and hurts just as much as the blast of TNT did, because it’s his scream. With Fundy falling apart in her arms, she looks over slowly. Phil holds a limb body in his arms, crying over it. His sword is through the body, blood dripping from the tip and onto the debri.
“Ghostbur,” She gulbs, staring into the blank eyes of the ghost. “what are you doing here?” His pale eyes follow a passing bee. “I wanted to see you.” Y/n shakes her head, going around him. She keeps her head down as she walks down the rocky path she made herself for her home.
“What are you up to?” He floats behind her, trying to catch her eyes, having to adjust his falling beanie. She glances at him. The bright yellow is so noticeable, she thinks. “I’m going to see Fundy.”
“Oh.” he looks like him, but he isn’t him. Not really. Being similar, yet so different at the same time. The version of himself he was before he went bonkers (to put it lightly). She stops in her tracks, reaching the point for her visit with Fundy. It’s been weeks, but the pain never settled.
“Y/n.” she looks up so quickly. His voice. It’s his voice. She wants to vent out. She wants to scream at him because it looks like him, it sounds like him. But it’s not him. “Wilbur...why?” he only blinks at her. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t remember.
“You-you left! Dammit! You left me, Wilbur!” she screams, she’s angry. How could she not be? But Ghostbur doesn’t know why. People tell him things, but he doesn’t understand them. He doesn’t know the full story. She sighs, spotting Fundy behind Ghostbur, only a few steps away from them. He goes around Ghostbur, meeting Y/n and giving a hug. They were grieving together.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“You already did.” Fundy glances between the two. He doesn’t say anything, though. She sees Wilbur. He’s stood in front of her with his trench coat and beanie. There’s blood dripping from his gaping wound in the middle of his stomach. It’s sickening. His eyes are dead, he’s dead.
“You don’t get to hurt me, leave me behind, and then come back and pretend like nothing happened!”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Of course, you don’t. Dammit, Wilbur! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!” Fundy pulls Y/n back from jumping Ghostbur. He holds her in his arms, keeping her fragile self from making a mistake. Ghostbur shakes in his spot. He doesn’t understand.
“Y/n, he doesn’t remember anything, you know that.” she shakes her head. She’s seeing things.The view of Ghostbur and Wilbur look like a glitch in reality as they flicker back and forth. Days of not eating or sleeping much finally caught up, huh?
“That’s not true.” Fundy’s ears perked up from their flattened spot. He still holds Y/n in his arms, scared she’ll break if he let go. She sniffled, wiping tears away. She really was going crazy, seeing someone that’s dead.
“Really? What do you remember then?” Fundy asks.
“That I loved Y/n.”