warnings: swearing, knife mention, cigarette mention, arguing
summary: y/n lives at las nevadas. their currently mourning their partners (second?) death, when a version of him they can barely remember comes to comfort them.
Y/n had stayed inside all day, helping around the casinos to distract themselves. The gentle background noise of moving chairs, gambling, and Foolish and Slime chatting was calming. The light scent of what almost smelled like Quackity’s cologne filled the air, and the taste of spit out gum stuck to their teeth, all together made them feel humble and at peace. Finally, at peace again.
They gently humbled to the tune of elevator music that Quackity insisted on playing, till they heard a familiar voice.
“Com’on Quackity? What’s wrong with me, why can’t I join?” (not a real quote lol)
An alarm bell seemed to go off in their mind. Why did that… why did that sound so much like Wilbur?
“Slime? Slime, what’s going on?” They called out, running to the main room. “Slime, who the hells out there?”
“I’m not quite sure, Y/n from Las Nevadas! I think his name is Wilbur, though.” Slime said, his cheerful attitude drowning out the panic in Y/n’s mind. Slime was quite good at that, calming them down and not even noticing he did.
“Jesus Christ… okay, Slime, you stay in here, alright? I’m gonna go and see who’s out.” They said, already marching out, making sure a knife was still in their pocket. They could hear Slimes cheery “Bye Y/n from Las Nevadas!”
Their steps echoed on the smooth steps, their dress shoes clicking on the texture.
“Quackity, could you explain who the fuck this is?” Y/n said, running over to where the trio were standing, next to the fountain.
Quackity knew Wilbur was a sensitive topic for them, especially at this time. Not this soon, not after you just lost his ghost.
“Well, uh, Y/n, this is- you know who this is!” His arms spread wide, his attitude turning friendly so quick. “It’s- Its Wilbur.”
Suddenly they felt warm arms around their torso and arms, and a kiss from ever so slightly chapped lips on their cheek. 
“Y/n, Dove, My Flower! I didn’t think I’d be back to you so soon!” His eyes had such a passion in them, his mere face made Y/n want him to kiss them more. But, the past always leaves a stain.
They pushed him away and his look changed once again to confusion. Their eyes seemed slightly puffy. “Wilbur, what the hell is wrong with you?”
They could only barely hear Quackity dragging Tommy away from the duo. You were glad, this could be suitable for a teen like him, been through death or not.
“Y/n, Dove, what do you mean? I mean, I do admit, there is quite a bit wrong at the moment. As you can probably tell, really!” He chuckled and spread his arms wide, showing off his bruises and torn up old jacket. You could bet it still had the smell of cigarette smoke. You had to admit that at some point you started to love the smell of smoke, it smelled like Wilbur and his sweet kisses and praise.
“Wilbur, you-your died! You died, you’re not here! Neither is Ghostbur, and come on, after his death my love life is basically a torn, abandoned sweater!” At this point they were sure they were crying, tears spilling onto their cheeks. Wilbur emotions were going all over the place, one emotion to the other.
He laughed. Not the one they hadn’t blocked out, not the warm and genuine one. This is the one that got them scared, praying for Tommy or Tubbo or anyone to walk in.
“Dove, I didn’t even realize! I have his memories and I only now realized!” He laughed again. “Goodness, you loved me so much, you started loving that loser!”
“Ghostbur wasn’t a loser! He was just a friendly ghost who made me feel like I was actually loved again, after your dumb ass left!” They wiped the tears from their face. In the split second they noticed that Wilbur stood still, listening closely.
“Why’d you even leave? Did you never consider what I felt on it?” You could hear his boots moving towards. You felt his arm back around you, his head on top of your. You only now noticed his peach fuzz.
“We built L’manberg together. It was ours. Why’d you have to leave? Why’d you have to destroy it?” You said into his chest.
“Dove, My Flower, Lovely. L’Manberg wasn’t worth our time.”
