#side note: I was listening to Vocaloid Bossa Nova Medley and I guess it reminded me of my middle school years

[gummy-friend]

I made this fic when I was feeling sad, It's not G/t, but I think it's neat.

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I don't have a title, but the notes app title was that sooooo

Cw for language, angst, and possible derealization. I do not know much about derealization, but the story contain Tommy waking up from a dream that feels too real. I'm sorry if it feels like I'm throwing that word around.

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Tommy is dreaming

At least, he feels like he is. The world around him feels so... unreal.

The slow breeze that brushed his scarless skin, the smell of grass without the lingering smell of gunpowder, the sunshine that actually feels warm instead of stinging hot he always feel. It all feels so unreal.

And yet, it all feels so.. real. He's feeling those things

Tommy looked around. Seeing that he's in.. a village of some sorts. There's a yellow dirt path he usually see in villages, and there are snug houses here and there— Tommy saw a gigantic birdhouse of some sorts in the distance— and there's a sugar cane farm and various flowers sprouting.

Above all that, Tommy saw a.. floating island. There's a cute waterfall flowing into a stream of water attached to it. And a ladder. On the floating island, Tommy can see a faint building on it.

Tommy is dreaming.

He has to be, he has to be dreaming.

But why is the sensation of him climbing the ladder feels so real?

Even the exhaustion and the panting when he reached the top of the floating island feels real.

Is he dreaming?

Once again, Tommy looked around. It's a beautiful scenery from up there. He can see the flower field surrounding the island, the cute little houses littering here and there— and oh hey, it is a bird house. Just bigger and.. human sized? But other than that, he looked at the building. "Ye old pube" the sign on the door reads.

Tommy went in.

Again, Tommy is dreaming. He has to be.

If he's not, why's Ghostbur here?

"Oh hello Tommy, you're back" 'Ghostbur' said. In a voice that painfully resembles Wilbur's. That is not Ghostbur's voice. Ghostbur's voice was... lighter. Lighter and brighter and so full of happiness.

"Tommy..?" 'Ghostbur'— or is it Wilbur?— said. His body is transparent, much like a ghost. But he's not Ghostbur. Ghostbur is dead.

His vision blurred at the thought. Ghostbur is dead, he will not come back. This time, a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Fuck— Tommy are you okay?" 'Ghostbur' said, tapping his shoulder. Tommy doesn't know if it's better for this 'Ghostbur' to have cold hands or not, but either way, Tommy's tears multiplied by his touch.

"I'm-" Tommy hiccuped "I miss you, Ghostbur"

At Tommy's word, 'Ghostbur' fell silent.

"...ghostbur?" he said "Who's... Ghostbur?"

Another hiccup from Tommy, his tears felt like they're stopping. No. No, it can't be, Ghostbur exists.

"Tommy, I'm Wilbur— I may look like a ghost, but I'm still Wilbu—"

"DON'T LIE!" The sudden shout shocked 'Wilbur'. He took a step backwards. "YOU- GHOSTBUR- YOU HATED BEING CALLED WILBUR- AND- And.." the tears stormed back. But this time, Tommy's knees felt weak.

"Tommy- I..." 'Wilbur' trailed off, fist clenched and unclenched, his eyes softened at Tommy's tears "What happened..?"

"Y-you.." another hiccup "Ghostbur... Ghostbur is dead. And now you're here..." Tommy trailed off. Honestly, he doesn't know if the "he" he's pointing at is for this 'Wilbur' or the... normal Wilbur "You're... you're going to... What are you going to do?"

For a moment 'Wilbur' fell silent.

"I'm- I was going to work with you. Work with you, Phil, and Ranboo, remember? The Crowfather agency?"

That was a stupid answer Tommy thought. A small laugh escaped his mouth through the hiccups. Crowfather Agency sounds dumb His thought continued, his hiccups are gone.

"That.. that sounds nice" Tommy sniffled. If this is the life he lived in another world, it'd be nice for the Tommy who lives here to have a nice life.. "..a life without wars"

"Wars..?" 'Wilbur' echoed, catching the small mutter that left Tommy's mouth. A soft sound that sounds so... painful.

"Wilbur, wouldn't it be nice? If everything is okay?" Tommy's wet vision looked up to ..Wilbur's worried expresion. "There's no wars, we can walk around without feeling like everyone hates you, sit around and just... look at the sunset and listen to music without.. without fearing the thing you faught so hard for isn't going to be stolen..?" another tear broke at Tommy's eyes. "And.... it'll be nice if you're okay"

"Tommy..." Wilbur trailed off. His eyes softens at the sight of Tommy. Slowly, Wilbur raised his arm, wrapping it around Tommy. "It's nice. Tommy, It's nice" Soft, reassuring taps was whispered to Tommy as Wilbur tightens his hug around him "I'm okay, Tommy"

Tommy is dreaming.

But it's a good dream.

It's a good dream where he can cling to Wilbur, not worrying if Wilbur would look down on him if he shows weakness.

It's a good dream where after he cried, Wilbur asked him to follow him to the building's rooftop. Passing a room with a "Innit Incorporated Office" written at the sign. Tommy let out a huff of concealed laughter at the sight.

It's a good dream where..

It's a good dream where he can see the sunrise. He can see the sunrise clearly. No craters or buildings to remind him of the painful experience. He can see the sunrise with a flower field and a forest beneath it.

It's a good dream.

"It's.. it's not a sunset, but I hope it's good enough for you to feel better" Tommy can hear Wilbur's voice from behind his awe. How long has it been since he paid attention to a sunrise?

Tommy held his breath.

It's a good...

"Wakey wakey." A small tap on Tommy's shoulder woke him. A small tap and another familiar voice.

Tommy opened his eyes slowly. Adjusting his vision to the light. A curly brown hair with streaks of white hair. A familiar smiling face that means business, a similar face he has just seen in his dream.

Tommy muttered out a single name. "Wilbur?"

Tommy was dreaming.

In his dream, he saw a world where everything is nice. He saw a world where Wilbur was nice.

But it's all in the past.

Including the dream.