Tommy flung a blanket over the shaking ghost whose eyes were on the corpse before them still. "Oh calm down, you've seen plenty of dead bodies before." Tommy growled out, making his way towards the mangled corpse. Blood still spilled out of the man's splattered head, the man almost unidentifiable because of Tommy. It made a warm joyful feeling form inside of the avian.

"N-No I haven't." Tommy looked over towards the Ghost, his eyes turning cold at the words. Right, this wasn't his Wilbur.

"Well then you'll just forget that this even happened. Stop worrying." Tommy sighed out.

"B-But it's a corpse! I don't want to stare at a corpse!" Tommy looked back towards the ghost, a deadpan look on his face. He looked from the now Dead Dream to Ghostbur. The teen tiredly sighed, looking back towards the corpse with searching eyes. "Then leave." Ghostbur looked up, blue eyes blinking before looking back towards Dream. His brows scrunched together while the ghost's eyes looked cloudy and thoughtful. Eventually he turned towards Tommy, a frown on his face.

"What if I don't want to leave?" His voice was small, as if he was a scared puppy that was about to get thrown out of the house. Tommy almost wanted to do just that at the moment. The avian stared for a minute, rolling his eyes and letting a sigh out afterwards.

"Then don't?" Ghostbur smiled at the words, but just as it came it left as he looked towards Dream's corpse once again. He looked unnerved by it, moving in place uncomfortably as he looked away from the body and in the process, Tommy. Tommy stepped closer to the corpse though, tilting his head like a curious bird would as his eyes took in the work he had done. For whatever reason Tommy couldn't get enough of the fact he had killed Dream, a huge smile forming on his face quickly.

"You should go and wash off h-his blood... from your face... and... body... and your clothes..." Ghostbur choked out, the dead man curling in on himself as he talked. Tommy hummed in response, shrugging right after. His eyes never left the corpse. It was a long time before either decided to talk again, Ghostbur being the one that broke the silence. "H-He had a bag with him too, when he came to get me. He had hidden it before he tried to kill you." Ghostbur said, making the blond look towards him in the process. Ghostbur smiled, looking towards a corner of the room. It had chests piled in it, making it a perfect hiding spot. The avian started his way to the area, looking back at the ghost who was still avoiding the sight of the corpse.

"Why were you with him anyways?" Tommy asked, looking behind the first chest in the corner. Ghostbur looked up, eyes surprised and stuttering for an answer before he finally pulled himself together.

"He threatened to revive me if I didn't- I didn't want to at first, you know? I thought he had lost it when he said you were alive, because I vaguely remember... Tubbo saying you weren't. It scared me once I realized he was being serious." Tommy paused, looking towards the ghost of his dead brother with huge eyes.

"He can do that?" Tommy looked towards the corpse, his lips in a tight line as he thought. "How would he even do that?"

"He had a book..." Ghostbur started, his eyes cloudy. "He had a book, and he threatened me with it. H-he even showed me that it worked..."

"Did he still have it with him when you came here?" Ghostbur looked towards Tommy, nodding his head after a moment. The avian turned around once again, eyes searching as he moved between the chests.

"Uh, yes. It's in the bag, actually." Ghostbur confirmed. A revive book. How'd this bastard get his hands on something like that? Even after death this man is full of surprises. Tommy kept looking, opening some of the chests in the process. It shouldn't be so hard to find, and eventually after some more silence he spotted a leather bag hidden in the shadows. He smiled to himself, walking over and around the other chests in his way, and grabbed it. It was a simple bag, one that Tommy almost thought had been sitting in Pogtopia since it was abandoned. He looked towards Ghostbur, who answered the unasked question with a nod. He quickly made his way back to the ghost of his brother and the corpse. He opened the bag, a single book meeting the avian's gaze.

"Well isn't this interesting..." He pulled it out, discarding the bag onto the floor and took in the object resting in his hands. It was old, or at least it looked to be old. The book cover was brown leather, ancient runes stamped onto the front of the book with black ink. The pages were old too, Tommy could tell by the crinkling sound they made when he opened the book for the first time. The only problem is that it was in enchant language, something that Tommy was not fluent in. He knew a bit, as Wilbur had learned it and wanted to teach his younger brother the knowledge he had acquired as well. Looking back Tommy wished he had paid more attention to some of the things that his dear brother tried to teach him, it was all missed bonding opportunities in the blonds eyes now. He ran his bloody fingers over the words, trying to decipher what it said with the little knowledge he had of the language. "Can't read it though, at least not yet anyways." He huffed out, looking towards Ghostbur who only apologetically smiled in answer. "I'll have to translate it. I'm sure Wilbur has something laying around in here that could help me with that, he was always over prepared for everything." Tommy began to turn pages, trying to see if he could figure out a few of the sentences being said.

"You miss him, don't you?" Ghostbur abruptly asked, blue eyes cloudy but smiling warm and gentle. Tommy blinked at the ghost, the ghost of his dead brother. Ghostbur was truly just a version of Wilbur that was long gone, one that even now Tommy knew he'd never fully get back. His heart ached with that fact. Even if Wilbur had lived, he still would have been much more different then the Wilbur Tommy had in the beginning of the SMP, just like how the Wilbur after winning independence was different, or when they were exiled and had to live in a hole in the wall he became different. Even through all that, Wilbur was still there for Tommy, at least as much as he could be. And Tommy had done the same, it had always been that way for them, sticking gy one anothers sides no matter what. It was so different without Wilbur here, alive, and it hurt the blond to no extent everyday when he remembers Wilbur would never be back. The teen looked towards the Ghost, a soft smile forming on his lips.

"Yes, I do. He was the closest thing I had to a father... To family really." Ghostbur stood up as Tommy spoke, nodding his head in understanding as the teen spoke. Tommy doesn't know why, but that single gesture made him start spilling his feelings to the dead man, words just leaving his mouth without any worning. "I-I don't know if you know this, since you don't remember bad memories. But when we were younger, Phil and Techno had left us at home and never came back." Tommy paused, blinking away unshed tears. "Wilbur took the role of brother and father to me, and took care of me as if I was his own kid. Even when he got his own family he raised me along with Fundy, and when Sally died... I don't know if you remember her but-"

"She was my wife." A simple answer, but one that Tommy smiled and nodded at.

"Yes, your wife." Ghostbur nods, looking lost in his head.

"I remember her, I remember her very well..." A pause. "Yet, I don't remember how she died... but maybe that's for the best." Tommy stayed quiet at that, deciding to continue with his own rambling then think of the woman he had considered a mother to him.

"Well, when she died Wilbur stayed strong for us, I half expected him to abandon us like Philza had done to us for a while- But he didn't." Tommy knew some tears escaped his eyes. "He did everything he could for me and Fundy- Tubbo too when we found him. He cared for us, took us in and gave us the best life we could have- it was this SMP that ruined my family, and it's that man that killed my brother." He looked towards Dream, his eyes holding only anger and geif. "He might not have stuck a sword through him, but he still killed my brother- he rotted away into something evil because of him." Tommy paused, one of his bloody hands wiping away the tears climbing down his face. "And even though I know Wilbur is gone, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him- miss him." Ghostbur hugged Tommy, his cold arms holding the teen tight as he began to crumble before him.

"It must be hard then, being on your own now. You've always had someone there, and now you don't." It hurt that in a way Ghostbur was right, Tommy was lost after Wilbur died. He didn't know where to go, he had no one to depend on anymore. He had Tubbo for a while, after Fundy made it clear he hated Wilbur, but even then Tubbo had thrown him away like he was trash with no second thought. He had Technoblade now, but their relationship was still shaky, and Tommy doesn't know if they will ever go back to how it was as kids. Tommy wished that it could though, back to when he was just a child living in a cottage with his small family with no care in the world other than what they were having for dinner. He forced himself not to break out into full on sobbing, forcing as many tears as he could back.

"Do you remember our childhood at all, Ghostbur?" The hug got tighter, if that was even possible.

"I remember you, Sally, Fundy, and Tubbo... I remember most, but some memories are blocked, as if some are just not meant to be seen by me... I'm not sure if they are bad memories, or just things that the original Wilbur blocked me from seeing." Tommy sniffled, finally hugging the ghost back.

"W-What do you remember?" Ghostbur stayed quiet for a moment before answering.

"I remember when Wilbur taught you to fly... he was very proud of you in that moment, I don't know if you knew that." Tommy felt more tears fall. "And one time he caught you trying to make dinner, and ended up helping you in the process- and it turned into a food sight?" Tommy laughed, as that happened many times throughout his childhood. The hug grew less tight as Ghostbur spoke, telling Tommy about the many fond memories of his childhood, speaking calmly as Tommy cried quietly in the ghost's arms.

"I miss him..." Tommy choked out. Ghostbur ruffled his hair, just like Wilbur would have done.

"I know." After that they grew quiet, Tommy's face still covered in streaks of tears and as far as Tommy was concerned they showed no sign of stopping. Neither spoke for a long time, but eventually the blond pulled away from the dead man, fiercely wiping at his face in hope to stop his tears.

"I think I'm going to go clean up, like you had suggested. If you want you can stick around. I-If you don't want to be in this room either that's ok you can wander." Tommy didn't give the ghost time to speak, only turning away right after speaking.

Tommy doesn't know how much time had passed, but even after washing his clothes and himself he sat in his room for a while just thinking. He hadn't let himself cry that much about Wilbur since he first died, and he had done it in front of the ghost of his dead brother no less. He was laying on his bed, staring up at the stone ceiling in his softly light room. He was just in his white shirt and jeans, cardigan discarded on the end of the bed waiting to be put back on. He took a deep breath letting himself calm down before closing his tired eyes. A knock on the door made his eyes shoot open. He sat up, looking towards the door before he heard Ghostbur on the other side.

"Hey, uh, can we talk? I know you're in there... a-and you're been in there for a while now." Tommy's mouth felt dry, words not wanting to leave his lips no matter how hard he tried. Eventually he managed to get something out, a simple 'ok' as he made his way towards the door. The avian opened the door, seeing a nervous Ghostbur on the other side. He avoided eye contact with Tommy, something that made even him worried.

"Ghostbur?" Silence, the ghost fidgeting with his fingers before finally meeting Tommy's gaze.

"I... I have a request." A shaky smile, one that made Tommy's brows furrow. The blond left his room, shutting the door afterwards before facing the ghost again.

"What's this request, Ghostbur?" The pale man looked towards the floor once again, forcing his hands to his sides before speaking.

"I want you to revive me." The teens eyes widened at the ghost's words, his breath hitching as he took in exactly what that meant. Wilbur, the real Wilbur, would be back. He'd be alive and by Tommy's side again, ready to have his back just like Tommy was for him. He'd have his real brother back, the man he looked up to and had one day wanted to be just like.

"I...What?" Tommy asked. Ghostbur's head whipped up, blue eyes holding determination in them.

"I want to be revived, so Wilbur Soot is here instead of... me."