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Hey guys! Got some good news!

Ghostbur isn’t dead. Ghostbur is suspended. He’s never had a ‘living’ body and never will but to say he is dead is a misrepresentation.

Ghostbur is as close to a torturous limbo as he can possibly get. He has been in the afterlife for almost 6000 days! (That’s 16 years) and it never seems to get easier.

Not only is he confined to a life of loneliness and silent darkness but every ache, every pain, every little sting he feels on his body never seems to subside. He hurt his fingers scratching a wall over a decade ago but they still feel raw as if it was yesterday.

But that’s not pertinent to his current situation. That’s the last injury Ghostbur was afflicted with. He has spent the past years sat, limply leaning against the damp wall. Even if he was to retain any injury he contracted it wouldn’t matter.

He hasn’t moved in years.

He hasn’t checked the dot matrix out of fear. The room lights up whenever it updates and Ghostbur scrunches his eyes up as tight as he can until the light fades a few hours later.

This also helps dam the tears from burning his cheeks as he himself is damned to this plane.

He has spent 5 months on the material plane. He has spent 16 years in limbo.

A new addition to Ghostbur’s horrific existence is the slow burning of his memory. As time elapses he seems to lose track of his good memories as well as the bad ones he forgot long ago. Only a few remain;

He remembers the smell of baked bread.

He remembers sparring with technoblade as a child.

He remembers the crowds and the loud cheers.

He remembers a guillotine.

He remembers a cold eternal icy wasteland.

He remembers Tommy’s kindness.

One thing remains true. Ghostbur is the remnant of a plighted man who was sentenced to death for his evil. Ghostbur’s situation is a result of that man’s return.

Ghostbur feels guilty. Ghostbur misses everyone.