inspired by the dream smp, mainly ghostbur

not bbb canon world

so basically fubuki went insane in this au and shu kinda killed him and now he's back but as like a ghost who barely remembers anything so he's just a pure boi ig

here we goooo

official oneshot out of hibernation woooo

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Death shouldn't feel like this, He thought. He couldn't just feel a dull pain in his stomach after his father stabbed him right through the gut. He felt light but at the same time, every atom in his body was screaming in pain. Was this death? Am I being reborn?

I hate you.

                                                                                                                                                                This isn't you.

                                                                   Help me!

           Stop!

                                                                                            NO!

                                                                                                                                   BLOOD! EXPLODE! BLOOD!

                                   I hereby declare (*&%$ and &$#**&^ exiled

                                                        We have a family! How could you do this to us?

                                                                                                                         Dude, you look... weird.

                            Brother... please stop! 

                                                          It's never enough for you, is it?

 He woke up in front of a mound of dirt and a small stone carving. 

Fubuki Genji-Sumiye

Brother, Husband, Father, Son

"For the greater good."

Who was Fubuki? He didn't know why he was standing there, but soon the rain came. He stuck out his tongue to catch some droplets. The rain felt like hot fire on his tongue. Everything felt like hot fire and it hurt. He wailed loudly, before running under a tree to avoid the rain. 

Why was he here? Why did the rain hurt? 

He looked down at his hands. Translucent blue met his eyes. He touched his body... or the lack of his body. His hands almost went right through him, but when he focused hard enough, he could touch his face, his chest. 

But he was blue? That was pretty funny. Who was he anyway? 

A soft baa interrupted him from his thoughts. A naked sheep slowly wandered into the plain, before stopping. Its head slowly dipped down to eat some grass, and like magic, really, it was magic, the sheep's wool grew back! 

It was blue... like him! A more of a darker blue than him, and opaque, but at the same time, blue! Like him!

It was miraculous! 

"Hello!" 

The sheep baaed in response. For some reason, it made him giddy and light. He reached out slowly, ignoring the fiery hot pain that coursed through, the "ssss" sound of his body just melting away to pet the sheep. It was worth it because the sheep came under the tree he was in and laid down in front of him. 

"You're very nice! I think I'll name you baa! Do you like it, baa?"

Baa merely baaed in response. He took it as a yes. 

"You're a good friend, huh Baa?" He asked. Baa pushed its head to his hand. "You listen to me. It's lonely, being in exile."

Wait, exile? What was that? Suddenly fuzzy images came into his head. He clutched his head in pain, as fuzzy figures danced around in his mind. It was too much. Way too much! 

Baa looked up in concern for its new friend, slowly licking his hand. "Baa."

He snapped from his stupor, head spinning. "Baa?" 

He stared back at the grave, wondering why the name Fubuki felt so familiar to him, and yet so far away. Baa stood up, circling around him. 

He sat down at the base of the tree, and Baa laid on his legs, and the two of them sat there until the rain died. 

"Fubuki?" A red-haired kid made him and Baa wake up. His face looked unbelieving, but his name wasn't Fubuki. "You're supposed to be dead."

- - - -

Aiger saw what happened to Fubuki. He saw the blade plunge straight into his gut, he had to be the one to tell Suoh the news. Hell, he was even the one to bury him! 

This was not Fubuki. Fubuki was not a translucent blue, and Fubuki would never sit under a tree with a sheep! 

But maybe he would have. A voice whispered in his head. Maybe he would have if everything didn't all go to shit. 

Aiger was simply grieving, and for some strange reason, that grief turned into a hallucination. Fubuki Sumiye was dead. He was 6ft under and will be forgotten soon. Fubuki certainly wasn't a ghost. 

"Who's Fubuki?" Aiger sighed in relief. So the ghost wasn't Fubuki after all. "He seems familiar, but if you're looking for him, you should go see that piece of stone over there."

"He's dead," Aiger spat out. The ghost seemed surprised. "He got stabbed by his own fucking father who didn't care for him!" 

"Oh. Would you like some blue?"

"What the fuck?" 

"Blue. Y'know, you just keep blue in your hand and when you feel sad you just throw it away, and that kinda symbolizes that all of your problems are just nuisances to you."

Aiger had no fucking idea what was going on, but a small tuft of wool from the sheep-- Which was blue, blue!-- was softly picked away and placed into Aiger's hands. 

"So... not to be rude or anything but I think you're Fubuki," Aiger said, holding the tuft of wool.

"Me? But Fubuki's there." Fubuki but not Fubuki pointed to the grave. Aiger wanted to punch his friend-- Was he really a friend?-- in the face very badly, but decided against it. 

"Bro, you literally look like Fubuki. Stab wound and everything." Aiger gestured to the gaping hole that took up half of Fubuki's stomach.

"Jeez, that looks like it hurts," Fubuki said, "but I'm not who you're looking for. At least, I think so. I'm not sure, Fubuki just doesn't seem right to me, but also really right, and-"

"Ghostki," Aiger said, "why don't I call you Ghostki? You said the name Fubuki was familiar but also not."

"Yeah, Ghostki sounds good! Thanks, bro!" Ghostki smiled. 

Aiger was terribly reminded of why this was not Fubuki. This was like a Fubuki without the trauma, the uptightness. He wasn't his friend. Fubuki reminded him of a child, and maybe that scared him. 

Pssh, why was he saying that? He's Aiger Akabane! The Aiger Akabane! He doesn't get scared, not at all. 

The skies cleared and Aiger sighed. Maybe the reason why Ghostki was under the tree was because ghosts couldn't touch water. Certainly, something that could happen, because that was in the description of ghosts, but to be frank, Aiger could care less. 

He probably should tell Ranjiro about this new person in their land, so Aiger sits up and walks towards his shared house with Ranjiro. 

"Where are you going?" Ghostki asked, floating up. 

"Home," Aiger said, "you coming?"

Ghostki looked at the sheep before looking at Aiger. "I don't have anything to make Baa follow me."

So the sheep's name was Baa, huh?

- - - - - -

"Um, Aiger, please tell me what's going on," Ranjiro sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in confusion.

"Hello! I'm Ghostki! This is my friend Baa!" Ghostki waved. 

"You heard the ghost, he's Ghostki," Aiger said, "c'mon, we still need to talk to Suoh."

Ranjiro laughed. "You seriously think that Suoh would even believe us?"

"We still gotta tell him!" Aiger yelled. "Jeez dude, just get a lead for Baa, and then I'll go and tell Suoh."

"Uh-huh. And I'm 100% sure that it'll work," Ranjiro deadpans. 

"Okay, then you try!" Aiger yelled. 

"Maybe we should tell Delta first?" Ranjiro pointed out. 

"Jesus," Aiger groaned. 

"Hiya! What's your name?" Ghostki waved.

"Ranjiro. We were once friends," Ranjiro said sadly.

"Once? I think we're still friends... right?" Ghostki questioned. 

- - - - - -

"So yeah... Fubuki's alive but not..." Aiger finished. 

"What, and you expect me to believe that?" Suoh laughed mirthlessly. "Aiger, I know that the loss of my flower is a hard time, for me, and the rest of us, but you can't just tell me this and expect me to believe you. I'm touched you want me to feel better but I think it's for the better that you leave now."

"Hey, I can get him for you! I promise it's real!" Aiger begged.

"Aiger, you said Fubuki barely remembers anything. Anything! Even if you do bring him by a long shot... he's not going to be the same. I think it's time you leave Aiger. It's almost time for Ayame's nap," Suoh sighed, standing up and running his hand through his hair tiredly. "Thank you for the cookies. I'm sure Aya would appreciate it."

"Yeah. Have a good day Suoh," Aiger said, walking out of the door. 

Suoh sighed, shutting the door behind him. Fubuki was dead. He had been the one to cry over his own husband's dead corpse for what seemed to be days, the one to pick out the flowers for the funeral. 

Their daughter, Ayame, almost looked exactly like him, if it weren't for the way her hair naturally grew, stubbornly covering one half of her face. 

"Suoh! Aya's hair just won't agree with me!" Fubuki groaned, setting down the brush. 

"Well, my flower, you have to be patient with it," Suoh chuckled, stirring the pot on the stove. Tomato soup wasn't a delicacy but paired with grilled cheese, and it seemed to be both Ayame and Fubuki's favorite dish.

"I am!" Fubuki complained. "It's growing like yours! I can't put it all up in a pretty ponytail, it always falls to her face!"

"Then leave it as it is," Suoh said. "It's not a bother."

"But it is, my love! Seriously! She's going to start eating her hair again and accidentally dipping it into her soup!" Fubuki sighed. 

"Just give me a moment then dear, and I'll put her hair up," Suoh sighed. Really, his husband was impossible, but he loved him nonetheless. 

"Please hurry!" Fubuki whined. Suoh merely laughed. 

He couldn't stand seeing water lilies anymore. It reminded him too much of his lost love, too much of the flower, his flower, that had wilted so soon. 

It was nice of Aiger to try to convince him that Fubuki was a ghost, but Suoh had already accepted that his husband was good and dead. 

- - - - - - - 

"Just come on Delta! Jeez, you don't have to be so uptight!" Ranjiro groaned, dragging Delta from his house.

"If you're dragging me to an empty house, I swear to Valtryek and above I will clock you in the face," Delta said. 

Once they made it to Aiger and Ranjiro's "Home"-- Delta would have to call it the hobbit house, because it was just a hole dug into a mountain that somehow held up against anything, much like its owners. 

Delta could clearly remember the day that his brother died, the day where both of his brothers were revealed to not be the people he thought they were. 

"Delta, I think that Beigoma should be razed to the ground," Fubuki said, in a completely neutral state. Delta, however, could see the anger boiling in those red eyes that they shared. It was at conflict with itself, but at the same time content with its crazy, unknown waves. 

It scared Delta. "Fubuki... I'm pretty sure we don't have to do this, Lane's here, and we can just get you back to the president's position-"

"Delta. Delta. I don't want the position of president. I want Beigoma to die. It's not what Valt envisioned it to be. I'm simply helping. 

"If you really say so. But I still think we should consult the entire family right?" Delta asked. 

"If you think I'd ever be talking to Shu, you're dead wrong. Lane... Lane is fine for now, but Shu abandoned us. He left me to take care of both of you, and once Lane was old enough, Shu whisked him away," Fubuki angrily stated, "I won't be contacting that man, and I don't ever want to hear you talk about him ever again!"

Fubuki took a few crooked steps towards Delta. His eyes were flaring in anger. Delta never thought his own brother, much less Fubuki would be so terrifying... but he guessed it ran in the family. He took two steps back, and Fubuki seemed to snap out of it. 

"Oh... no no no! I'm so sorry Delta! I'm just stressed! It's all gone terribly wrong, and I'm just scared. Scared of you leaving. I never want to make you feel uncomfortable Delta," Fubuki gasped, taking Delta in for a hug. Normally, Delta would be ecstatic at the prospect of a hug-- No matter how much he denied it, Delta was a sucker for physical touch.

But this hug wasn't like a Fubuki hug. It was cold, and Fubuki's hands were gripping him way too hard, and he felt like he couldn't breathe at all. 

"Promise me you won't leave me?" Fubuki asked. It was an innocent question really, the two had gone through a lot. The way Fubuki's nails dug into Delta's shoulders told him it was the opposite. 

"Of course Fubuki. I won't leave you," Delta choked out. Fubuki let him go, smiling again.

"C'mon, let's go find Lane!" His brother almost looked sane. 

He was terribly wrong again. 

Delta sighed, running his hands through his hair once more. He just wanted to get back home, maybe be cuddled by his wonderful boyfriends, really, he didn't know how he was so lucky to get them. 

Ranjiro opened the door to reveal a ghostly figure cooing at a sheep. The ghost reminded him of Fubuki, and how he'd endlessly coo at him and Lane. Suddenly, a sad feeling started taking over him. "Who is this?"

"This is Ghostki. The ghost of your dead brother," Ranjiro said. 

"Don't joke around with these types of things," Delta said. It couldn't be Fubuki, right? 

It was pure chaos. 

Lane had set off some banshee's in a rage, which decimated a couple of houses. All Delta could think about was his two friends. Where were Dante and Gwyn! Did they skip the festival?

"Dante! Gwyn!" Delta desperately yelled. He then saw his two friends on the podium, froze in fear. 

An explosion threw him back, and everything became fuzzy. His ears were ringing. 

"Delta, I told you to stay back!" Fubuki yelled, his eyes in a feral rage as he stalked toward Delta. "Now look! You're hurt! I can't lose you, y'know!"

"Hey Delta!" Lane yelled, "look at this!" His brother summoned more banshees, more fires, more destruction. 

"No! Stop- Stop this! Lane! Fubuki! You have to stop, you're both going overboard!" Delta shrieked. 

"No, no. I and Lane are doing what's necessary for Beigoma," Fubuki said, "you seemed out of it Delta, do you want me to take you somewhere safe?"

"No! I want you to stop!" Delta exclaimed. 

"I'm afraid I can't do that then," Fubuki stated coldly, "for the record, I'm really sorry about this."

He didn't sound or look sorry at all when Fubuki knocked Delta out. The last thing he could hear clearly from the screaming and explosions were Lane and Fubuki's maniacal laughter. 

Delta rubbed his eyes to clear his thoughts. Fubuki Sumiye was dead and nothing could change that. 

If there was anything he knew about his family, it was that they were people who were realists. If there was no proof that it existed, then it didn't exist. 

Whatever was in front of Delta's eyes made him rethink his beliefs. "Ranjiro, are you kidding me right now?"

"I'm not! Seriously dude, you can see him, right there!" Ranjiro groaned, pointing straight at the ghost. 

"Y'know what, this is just insane. I don't have time for this," Delta sighed, "I have a homicidal, crazy younger brother that I have to track down."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But seriously, just please talk to Ghostki," Ranjiro begged. 

"Fine, fine." Delta crouched down to meet Fubuki's eyes. He waved excitedly back at him. 

"Hello! I'm Ghostki! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

He knew that Lane was going to be executed for his crimes. He knew that Fubuki was dead. He knew that Shu was on house arrest. He knew that there was no way to fix their already broken family. 

But with this miracle, maybe, just maybe, it'd work out somehow. 

"I'm Delta. A pleasure to meet you as well."