#rose makes

Ranboo smiled and said, “I’m glad you’re here! I wanted t-”

Wilbur cut in, “What happened to you?” He pointed at the stab wound. “I died” Ranboo said, “And set all my worries and stress free” Ranboo flew in a circle in the air. “Now, about the celebration-“ “What are you celebrating?” Wilbur croaked. Ranboo (really Ghostboo, but it felt strange to assume), responded, “Why, that very thing— my freedom!” He made a wide gesture, almost touching the walls. It was hard to tell, but it seemed like Ra-Ghostboo, was beaming.

Wilbur backed away in horror. He was fine now, everything was fine- he would just have to go away again, for fine reasons-

Ranboo asked if Wilbur wanted a burger. That snapped him back, and Wilbur coldly replied, “No, they’re burned” and turned off the stove.

“It seems like you’re being a negative ninny, why don’t you turn that frown upside down” Ghostboo rotated so he was floating upside down. “I’m being a negative ninny because you died” Wilbur rasped.

He was fine now, the only person who he didn’t have a past with was dead and it was all his fault for hiding.

Ghostboo leaned forward and asked, “But wh-“ “Leave” Wilbur growled, “You’ve been fired” He needed some time to do something, to be fine again. They missed the other guy so much, why not bring him back?

Ghostboo floated out the door. He fidgeted with an empty ring finger as he left, almost as if he was missing something. Or someone.

Inside the empty van, Wilbur felt the empty space. The void… was this how they felt? When he finally left, on his one-way train?

The cold walls. The loneliness, only there was no control panel. Was this his fate? To hurt the people he cares about until they leave, one way or another? He sat on the floor with his head in his hands and wondered if he ever really left the train station.

“Anyone here?” Wilbur looked up, and saw tommy. He had some alliums in one hand and a curious look on his face. “Where’s Ranboo?” He asked. “Ranboo’s… been put on permanent leave” Wilbur replied. He didn’t feel like having Tommy be mad at him now, for firing his friend. Tommy asked, “Do you want to go watch the sunrise?” His sunrise. That was right. One way or another, he was here, and he wanted to feel alive. He didn’t want to leave just yet. “Yeah” Wilbur responded and got up.

He’d visit the graveyard later. Now, it was good to see the sun rise again, despite its prolonged absence. Maybe he, too, could rise again.