Welcome to the world of hell (DSMP)

chapter 67

Y/N pov:

how long has it been? three days? months? years? who knows. I've lost track of time a long time ago. everything is so slow in this world. all I do is watch over people. sometimes I get to talk to them but they don't answer. they just freak out.

I walk past all the mirrors that had drawings to represent who was who. I was able to get my hands on a pencil so I could draw as much as I wanted. but until that got boring, I needed a new way to cope. and that's by seeing-
"GHOSTBURRR!"
I yelled as I exited the mirror

the sad boy looked up at me. I didn't need to draw a picture for him. I was able to get some blue and put it on the mirror.
"Oh. Y/N. welcome back!"
he cheered. I sat down next to him.
"what's wrong?"
"it's just..I'm missing friend a lot. how is he?"
"he's been doing great like always.."

oh if only I could tell him the truth. he's been dead for so so long. he died by a random arrow shooting him. I was there to watch. the mirror slowly faded black as he closed his eyes. how sad..

me and the ghost tallked for hours. mostly telling jokes, keeping our mind off the overworld.
"I need to go now."
"so soon? are you sure you can't stay?"
tears started to drop down his face. I wiped them off with my thumb.
"I'll come back here soon. I need to make sure everyone else is fine. you can trust me."

I left the mirror and fell to my knees. I didn't want to go. I don't want to leave him behind. he's the only one keeping me sane. but I still need to check on everyone.

***

again, me walking past mirrors. so many mirrors. until I was by two mirrors. the were slightly parted away from the rest. I look through the gap. void. only void.

while looking through the mirror, I could see an empty train station. for both.
"what the fuck. but ghostbur's mirror was back there.."
I walked through to see both Mexican dream and schlatt freaking out.
"what the fuck was that! who the fuck is saying that!"
schlatt screamed, obviously shitting himself.

"it sounded like Y/N, man."
"how the fuck do you know who I am? and why the fuck are you guys here?"
they both stared at me. Mexican dream had a twisted and creepy smile under his mask.
"ever since the scumbag, wilbur, left, we've been stuck here."
"nooo. but now we got a friend, man!"

"y'know what. I don't exist. pro tip. fucking duck tape him to a chair and keep his mouth shut."
"then who would play solitaire with me?"

"I don't fucking know. satan will! I need to check up on everyone else."
"what do you mean by that?"
"i can see through mirrors and see people since I have a shitty limbo."
before he could answer again, I left through the mirror. he tried to follow but his hand only touched what was there. a mirror. his reflection soon came back.

since I could see ghostbur, Mexican dream and schlatt, this means I can find ranboo! I went on the search to find him.

luna pov:

it has been about a week. nothing really happened. I've met everyone in this place and hung around dream, Tommy and wilbur. there has been one person avoiding me a lot. Lucky. they seem pretty secretive so I'm not going to bother them.

"good morning, sleepy head!"
"can you just fucking stop following me?!"
dream barked
(fucking furry)
"why? I thought you liked my company?"
"just leave me alone."
he walked away but I followed. I still wanted an explanation.