The entire server was in chaos.
It didn't matter the person, everyone's mouth was moving. Some were asking, others complaining. A few were pinpointed and bombarded with questions and screams.
Tommy was one of them, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
"Aye, Tommy!" Yelled a man in a trench coat, huffing as he speed-walked over to the boy. "Tell me, what's going on?"
"A-ah, Wilbur, good to see you too, mate." Tommy's eyes nervously darted around, his brain racing for a way out.
"Tommy, tell me. Please." The urgency in his eyes were plain. Tommy's heart gave in.
"Okay." He gave in.
They walked towards a tree and Tommy started to speak.
"I was going over to the prison, and found that Sam wasn't there. So I went to his house instead and heard him running around with Big Q which, you know, is like," He shrugged. "Then we were going to meet up yesterday, where I found out Dream...you know, is a ghost now."
Wilbur's distress was clear as day, but he took a deep breathe and asked again. "Tommy, can you tell me how you found out he d- became a ghost?"
"Uh, I was just talking with Sam, then we heard Big Q shout from upstairs so we went to him. Then I saw Dream and of course, freaked out buuut looking closer he seemed different. Then I realized he was a ghost and didn't remember me. At all."
"He didn't remember you?"
"...No, he didn't." And I'm still questioning that.
Wilbur went silent for a moment, brows furrowed. Then he looked up to Tommy.
"Do you know where he is now?" Wilbur asked.
"I think he's probably still with Sam? Don't know." Another shrug.
"Alright. Thank you Tommy." He turned to leave.
"Okay. Bye Wilbur." Tommy sheepishly said. "Oh, and he goes by Delusion now!"
"I'll keep that in mind." A faint reply was the only thing Tommy received.
He sighed, and began walking back to his little dirt house, tired from this exchange.
But he won't be the only one who's tired.
• • •
Delusion found much fun exercising his new skills as a ghost, which included fazing through walls and often scaring the crap out of Sam.
The warden would often asked the ghost to stop, but the only thing he would get in return is "but it's fuuuuun".
So the only think he could do was sigh in return, and try to get some rest.
Delusion, on the other hand, was very curious of the extent of his abilities. Fazing's one of them, and I kind of leave wisps behind when I float around. Could there be something else? He closed his eyes to think.
It's...dark. Now that I think about it, what was that space I went to? There were mirrors around but they were all floating, and smoke for some reason too...was there a fire?
The ghost tried to picture that darkness, but found it difficult. ...Huh, I can't seem to remember its appearance... that's weird. I wonder why.
"-𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨?" A voice full of static rang out, oddly clear and echoing within Delusion's mind.
"Wh-wha, huh, who's there!?" He stuttered, a little shocked by the sudden call.
"-𝐡, 𝐚𝐡, 𝐚𝐡𝐡. 𝐎𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨.." It spoke again, this time a little clearer.
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Finally, Free
FanfictionOn the dark obsidian floor lied a man. He's quite famous, actually, known as the biggest, baddest villain on the entire SMP. So bad were his crimes that he is now contained in a small, black room that doesn't even fit to be called a prison. He hasn'...
