Rain poured from the outside, hitting the pavement with a soft thud.
Ghostbur sat at the window's ledge looking out the window. Cinnamon swirled around in the air, making it feel cozy.
It's sad not being able to go out and play with his son Fundy.
He missed being able to feel the cold liquid brush against his skin.
He missed his memories, Sally and his son, who he driven away.
He hated feeling like he was missing something, like a family or himself.
A loud thunder made a flash of memory come to life.
Smoke filled the air as rubble fell onto the ground. Blood formed on Wilbur's body. The ends of his trench coat burned from the explosion. Screams filled the air but he couldn't make them out.
He remembered being stabbed but he didn't remember the face.
He snapped back to reality when he felt something fall down his cheeks. He touched it and it was blue, he was crying.
Rainy days bring out bad memorizes.
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Dsmp Short Stories
FanfictionThese are short stories of the dream smp. If any of the members feel uncomfortable with this, please dm me and I will take it down.
