I found him. I found him. I fucking found him. After so long, so many wasted hours, I found him. Just through this doorway, laying on the bed, is the virtual ghost of my brother.

I found him.

"Alright Ghostbur, guess they don't need us. C'mon, show me that bar you were telling me about a week or two ago." The ghost in blue turns back to me, already floating past. "We can come back later." No. I found him. I can't just leave! Not again. Never again. No. Nononononono- NO!

Through the doorway I can just see the silhouettes of two people laying next to each other, I can just make out the slightest hint of pink hair, and my heart burns. Because with this world, Dave has taken back the things he lost in the real one, but didn't bother to keep the ones he still had. 

Tommy? Estranged. Me? Dead. Even Phil, the one he used to trust with his secrets became nothing more than an old friend. Cherished, but expendable. His hair though, his status, and even Dream were returned to him, along with the power to keep them there.

At the end of the day, Dave could and would live just fine without me, but I have spent my every waking minute living and breathing just for him. It isn't fair. 

Glatt's transparent form reached the staircase, turning back to me with a raised eyebrow, the door to Dave's room still open just a crack. 

"'Bur? You coming?" Memories flash through my mind, blurred by time and corrupted with the vibrance of loss. Bright colors and brighter smiles, sword fighting with wooden swords after school, violin lessons that only one of us mastered, parties and hang-outs that always seemed more fun in theory than in practice. Through all of it we were by each other's sides, and then he met Clay.

He started coming home later, was always grinning at his phone, declined party invites from our close friends. He also started smiling more, laughing more, and telling jokes. Clay brought out sides of Dave that even I didn't know existed. And then a car crash took it all away.

I looked back at the darkened doorway, ignoring Glatt's confused questioning. I had seen him once before and not even recognized him, so at the very least, I need a glimpse of who he is now, a crumb of victory I can share with Phil, with Tommy. Finally I can tell them that we'll all be together soon, and have evidence to back it up. 

I reached for the door handle, a ringing in my ears growing louder the closer I got to it until I could barely hear my own thoughts. The sound of a bell pounded against my skull, but I did my best to ignore it, fingers closing around cool brass and pushing. 

There! In the darkness! Pink hair, wide ruby eyes, arms wrapped around a man who I assume must be Clay. I step closer to the bed, trying to get a better look at him and maybe decipher what kind of life he has set up for himself here, what makes it so much better than the one he had with us.

Another step forward, and then-

[SYSTEM ERROR]

[SYSTEM ERROR]

[INTERNAL CODE CORRUPTION]

[FORCING SYSTEM REBOOT...]

I fall backward, no longer in control of the body as my vision goes dark. 

No. No. This cannot be happening. Not again. NOT AGAIN.

"DAVE!" I shout at the top of my lungs. My voice bounces back at me, distorted. I can barely hear it over the bells still ringing.

The black screen fades into gray static, lines of code scrolling by so quickly that I cannot read them. Eventually the bells cease their tolling, but the static remains, glitching occasionally as I watch it silently, thinking.

 I found him, but thinking back to the look on his face when I opened the door, (anger. Pure fury at the disturbance.) I don't think he wanted to be found.

The thought scares me almost more than the idea that he will never wake up does. I make up my mind then and there; It doesn't matter what Dave wants, doesn't matter what he thinks. I squeeze my hand into a fist, pressing it against my thigh. For Tommy, for Phil, and, most importantly, for him, I will bring Dave home whether it's his choice or not.

~•~

Threat

Threat pog

Dream in danger

BLOOD!

Wilby :))

THREAT

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Stop spamming E there's a problem

Who said blood?

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THREEEEAATTTTT!

SHUT UP. What's wrong? Where is the threat?

Ghostbur's AI has stopped responding.

Wilby is here??

Wilby?

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WILBYYYY!

Why is Wilby a threat? :((

BLOODDD!

Chat, shut up and handle it. If somebody wakes Dream up there will be consequences.

awhhhh

technosoft!

TECHNOSIMPTECHNOSIMPTECHNOSIMP

Phil is worried

WHERE IS WILBYYY

BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD!

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DREAM POGCHAMP!

BLOOD

BLOOD

I don't know why I haven't uninstalled you guys yet.

~•~

Short chapter? 😀

Anyway, yoinked motivation when I could and gave you this short little exposé on Wilbah's mental state lol. 

when I tell you I've got three tests tomorrow- (technically today lol)

POOR GRADES HERE I COME!