#qsmp ghostza

“Hm? Whats up Tubbo?”

“Do you know who is the leader for red?”

“Its- wait I dont actually know... Ive been through there so many times but i just have never seen their leader… must be the ghost.”

“The what?! BAD WHAT DO YOU MEAN GHOST?!”

“Shhhhh tubbo be quiet! You need to calm down.

“Bad you just told me there is a ghost leading the opposite team how on earth do I stay calm?!”

“It sounds worse than it actually is Tubbo.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Who is this ghost?”

“His name is Phil, he died a while back to a code”

“Wait what... Phil?!”

“Hmm? You know him Tubbo?”

“Of course I know him!!"

“Tubbo wait..!”

Finally he managed to catch a glimpse.

In a clearing untouched by the devastation that purgatory had brought, he looked to be a part of the morning mist, no more than a trick of light, however, the humming proved otherwise, it was a lullaby, soft and soothing.

“Philza..?”

The ghost looked at him, then gleefully rushed over, “MISSSSAAAAA!” he cheered, enveloping the skeleton in a hug. “Hey Phil! How are you?” Missa asked, smiling. “Im good! Bolas is having a hard time but we can pull through!” Missa quietly nodded and listened to Phil ramble.

It helped him not to think about the guilt when seeing the gaping wound in Phil’s chest.

Eventually, Phil bid Missa adieu, promising to come find him again. Missa stood there, letting the pain and sorrow wash over him, he couldn't stop thinking about how he had been traveling, blissfully unaware of how Phil died alone, bleeding out after a foul attack from a code.

Im sorry...

Im sorry.

Im sorry!

Im sorry!!

IM SORRY!!!

PHIL IM SO SORRY!