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I swear, I was never shivering before now.

Was it always so fucking cold?

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Was it always so fucking cold?

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why don't you go visit ghostbur? I'm sure he'll make for some company

I can’t find him. Like I said, it’s too fucking quiet, I don’t even hear any trains.

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what are you doing rn

What do you think I’m doing? There’s nothing to do here, period.

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It’s too quiet.

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How the hell are you still here. Go fade into nothing ram boy!!1!

The hell else would I go?! I'm dead, there isn't a second fucking afterlife. Not to my knowledge.

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(Glatt stared as Wilbur walked off.) Bye, Loverboy.

(Wilbur's sure he'll never get used to the dark of limbo.)

(It surrounds him, wraps him up in the most uncomfortable blanket you could find. It's cold, too, way colder than he remembers. Maybe it's just because he's more used to the sun now.)

...Hello?

(He walks around, calling out to the seemingly endless void.)

Ghostbur?

-@songbird-sunrise

(Glatt blinks. He hasn't heard that voice, any voice, in a long while. It rang in his ears. The darkness retreats to show the very obvious form of Wilbur. He stares for a moment before calling out to him.) Wilbur. Died again? How the fuck did you manage that?

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Don’t fucking condescend me, Wilbur. You’re as stuck here as I am, in case you haven’t noticed. (He looks to the ground, looking exhausted with it all.) You know where to find me.

(Wilbur's sure he'll never get used to the dark of limbo.)

(It surrounds him, wraps him up in the most uncomfortable blanket you could find. It's cold, too, way colder than he remembers. Maybe it's just because he's more used to the sun now.)

...Hello?

(He walks around, calling out to the seemingly endless void.)

Ghostbur?

-@songbird-sunrise

(Glatt blinks. He hasn't heard that voice, any voice, in a long while. It rang in his ears. The darkness retreats to show the very obvious form of Wilbur. He stares for a moment before calling out to him.) Wilbur. Died again? How the fuck did you manage that?

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(Glatt glared for a moment before calling out again.) Don’t say I didn’t do shit for you, Wilbur. (He points in a vague direction deeper into the void.) He’s usually over there.

(Wilbur's sure he'll never get used to the dark of limbo.)

(It surrounds him, wraps him up in the most uncomfortable blanket you could find. It's cold, too, way colder than he remembers. Maybe it's just because he's more used to the sun now.)

...Hello?

(He walks around, calling out to the seemingly endless void.)

Ghostbur?

-@songbird-sunrise

(Glatt blinks. He hasn't heard that voice, any voice, in a long while. It rang in his ears. The darkness retreats to show the very obvious form of Wilbur. He stares for a moment before calling out to him.) Wilbur. Died again? How the fuck did you manage that?

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Then why should I fucking help you, jackass?! You’ve been dead before, how about you figure it out? You’ve got all the time in the world now!

(Wilbur's sure he'll never get used to the dark of limbo.)

(It surrounds him, wraps him up in the most uncomfortable blanket you could find. It's cold, too, way colder than he remembers. Maybe it's just because he's more used to the sun now.)

...Hello?

(He walks around, calling out to the seemingly endless void.)

Ghostbur?

-@songbird-sunrise

(Glatt blinks. He hasn't heard that voice, any voice, in a long while. It rang in his ears. The darkness retreats to show the very obvious form of Wilbur. He stares for a moment before calling out to him.) Wilbur. Died again? How the fuck did you manage that?

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What? You not happy to see me? (Glatt crossed his arms.) I asked a question first, how the fuck did you manage to die, again? I thought everything was sunshine and burgers with you now.

(Wilbur's sure he'll never get used to the dark of limbo.)

(It surrounds him, wraps him up in the most uncomfortable blanket you could find. It's cold, too, way colder than he remembers. Maybe it's just because he's more used to the sun now.)

...Hello?

(He walks around, calling out to the seemingly endless void.)

Ghostbur?

-@songbird-sunrise

(Glatt blinks. He hasn't heard that voice, any voice, in a long while. It rang in his ears. The darkness retreats to show the very obvious form of Wilbur. He stares for a moment before calling out to him.) Wilbur. Died again? How the fuck did you manage that?

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(Wilbur's sure he'll never get used to the dark of limbo.)

(It surrounds him, wraps him up in the most uncomfortable blanket you could find. It's cold, too, way colder than he remembers. Maybe it's just because he's more used to the sun now.)

...Hello?

(He walks around, calling out to the seemingly endless void.)

Ghostbur?

-@songbird-sunrise

(Glatt blinks. He hasn't heard that voice, any voice, in a long while. It rang in his ears. The darkness retreats to show the very obvious form of Wilbur. He stares for a moment before calling out to him.) Wilbur. Died again? How the fuck did you manage that?

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vine boom pt 2

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vine boom

👁️

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Laura Benson

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I'm not easy to love!!