plot: sbi + y/n goin accidental ghost hunting 😩

pronouns: they/them

requested!!!

tw // paranormal activity

"no way."

"oh c'mon, tommy, you little wuss." 

tommy scoffed, putting his hand to his heart in fake offense. y/n laughed, swiping his flashlight from his hand. tonight was the perfect night for exploring the abandoned mansion techno and wilbur had found while they were taking a walk in the woods. phil, surprisingly was all in on exploring the mansion, while "big man tommy" was hesitant to the extreme about going in. y/n was the first one to open the door, cringing and the door hinges squeaked. they waved their hand in front of their face to get rid of the dust that had flew up into their face when the door opened all the way.

"alright!!" wilbur cheered, darting into the mansion. he started shining his flashlight on everything that caught his eye; the old rug, an unfinished oil painting that had smeared and collected dust over the years, even the small lamp that was sitting on a withering side table. wilbur set off towards a set of stairs as techno ran ahead of him and clamored up the rickety steps.

"wil, wait up!" y/n called, jogging towards their older brother. wil slowed to a stop as y/n approached to his side, and he slung his arm around their shoulder and together, they explored. the mansion was three stories; techno had already sped past them to look at the third story, tommy had insisted on staying on the first level with phil since he didn't wanna risk falling through the floor, so that left the second floor. 

rounding the corner, y/n saw an elevator, marveling, they dusted off the up and down panel, pressing the up button. wilbur came up behind them, examining the old elevator with his flashlight, it was one of those elevators with the fancy gate in front of it that opened before the actual elevator. 

"wil, lookkkk- it's one of those rich people elevators!!!" y/n exclaimed, their voice going high with excitement and wonder. wil dragged his finger across the design on the metal door, collecting some dust. y/n waited for the elevator to ding, fiddling with their flashlight, but the elevator made no sign of being "alive".

shrugging their shoulders, y/n started towards the stairs, when the elevator dinged. it was very faint and echoey, almost static-y? 

y/n spun around as the doors opened, and wil swayed excitedly, waiting for the doors to open. when they did, they made an ear-splitting screech, the rusted metal against rusted metal making wil and y/n cover their ears and cringe. after the doors had fully opened, wil started to go inside, but a ghostly wail stopped him in his tracks. y/n blinked, confused at their brother's sudden fear. they lightly pushed wil aside and looked inside the elevator.

"what'd you see or hear? you look like you've seen a ghost, wilbur." y/n commented, shining their flashlight in the dim elevator. 

right as y/n shined their flashlight on an empty beer bottle on the ground, the elevator started to glow a navy blue. y/n's jaw dropped, and wil used his hand to close it. the beer bottle started to shake, the bottle started to levitate into the air, making wil jump behind y/n. 

"PHIIIIIIL-" wil yelled, watching the bottle clamor  to the ground at wil's outburst. footsteps as phil and tommy rounded the corner, slipping on the thick layers of dust. the bottle had dropped and shattered, but as phil and tommy came up behind wil and peered over y/n's shoulder, the glass had started to glow yellow and blue, now. 

techno thundered down the stairs, panting, he looked at his family crowed by the elevator and he shoved his way through, "hEH?" was all he said when he saw the glass pieces in the air. then, so suddenly, the pieces glowed even brighter, making everyone shield their eyes.

"awh, fockin 'ell-" tommy shouted, rubbing his eyes when the brightness dimmed. everyone looked into the elevator, and saw a tiny ram in a blue sweater with a broken yellow heart on his chest, with lime green ghostly particles surrounding his head, almost as if he was drunk. on his left was a tiny ghost who looked exactly like wilbur, but smaller. he had on a yellow jumper and black jeans, on his head was a maroon beanie wilbur had long gotten rid of a few years back. the little ghost was carrying a guitar case on his back and a satchel of something blue. 

"WHAT"

"THE"

"ACTUAL"

"HEHH?"

the ram had a teeny tiny beer bottle in his hands, which he tipped into his mouth, the particles multiplying. the mini wilbur blinked, and scanned the people towering over him, he backed up behind the ram as he let out a small drunken burp, and tossed the bottle aside, it shattering on the floor. 

"eHhH? we gOT soME nEw FRieNd- *hic hic* S-?" the ram asked, his words slurred. y/n walked closer, kneeling in front of the ram, they saw the mini wilbur cower even further behind ram boy as they approached. they frowned, obviously this ghost was scared. they backed up a little bit before just walking back to phil, who stood protectively in front of everyone, his wings flapping a bit, anxiously. techno placed his calloused hand on phil's shoulder, indicating that they were no harm. 

"heeey," wil greeted the ghosts, slowly, carefully walking towards them. the ram, still tipsy, waddled, or as much as a ghost can waddle, in front of wilbur, climbing onto his arm, hoisting himself up. wil's eyes widened in surprise, he turned to the other ghost, who had blinked in shock of his ram friend walking away. techno hesitantly stepped forward, holding out his hand. the ghost inspected it, before cautiously stepping onto his palm. 

the ghost, after a few beats, instantly warmed up to techno, climbing from his arm onto the fur white part of his cape, nestling into the softness. y/n aw'd, and stepped closer to the sweater ghost. the ram groaned, rubbing his temples; hangover. 

"soo, what're their names??" tommy questioned, trying to poke the ram, who was now curled up on top of wil's head in his nest of brown curls. the yellow sweater ghost perked up at the name bit, and pointed to himself,

"i'm ghostbur! and that," ghostbur introduced, pointing to the ram, who snored. 

"is schlatt." 

wilbur scrunched up his nose in confusion, a ghost who looked exactly like him, and his name was ghostbur? y/n snorted at wil's facial expression, waking up schlatt. he reached out in front of him, like a zombie, stretching his arms. tommy ran over to him, wanting to pick him up, but as he did so, tommy's hands phased right through schlatt. the ram huffed and swatted at tommy's hands, phasing through him again. 

"i want this dude, buzz off-" schlatt spat, making tommy raise his hands in surrender and back up next to y/n, who patted his back in mock comfort. ghostbur glared at schlatt. 

"schlatt, let the child hold you, just for 2 minutes." ghostbur reprimanded, pointing at tommy. tommy scrunched his eyebrows together and crossed his arms

"I AM NOT A-" 

y/n slapped their hand over his mouth, silencing him. phil pulled the two apart, sending them a look that said knock it off . tommy huffed, kicking the ground, sending dust up into his face, which he accidentally inhaled and choked on. 

"say, what time is it?" schlatt questioned, looking behind him to look out the front door window. y/n pulled out their phone, their screen displaying the time; 6:57. ghostbur and schlatt both looked at each other, before leaping off techno and wilbur, scrambling back inside the elevator. 

"wait, woahwoahwoah, where're y'all going?" y/n asked, stepping towards the elevator and kneeling down to look them in the eye. ghostbur started picking up pieces of the broken beer bottle and setting them in a small circle. schlatt climbed on top of y/n's thighs to look them in the eye.

"if the clock hits 6:00 AM and we're still here in the human world, we'll fade away. and i've got some friends on the other side i'd like to see, i don't think ted and charlie can run a podcast without me there," schlatt pointed towards the glass circle ghostbur was making. 

"and he has his dumb sheep to get back to." schlatt yawned. ghostbur stopped, and slowly turned his head toward schlatt. 

"friend isn't dumb, he's my best friend!!"

"is to."

"is not!"

"is to." 

"is-"

phil kneeled next to y/n, silencing the ghosts by clearing his throat. the two ghosts turned towards him, cocking their heads. phil held up y/n's phone; 6:59. ghostbur shrieked and put the last pieces in the circle, dragging schlatt into the circle. they both waved as the pieces began to shake and levitate again, this time making a magenta glow and the two vanished. the new bottle  sat in the center of the elevator, where it was before. 

"oh good, let's get outta here- i keep choking on dust." tommy complained, grabbing everyone's wrists and dragging them out, getting painful complaints in return. 

going out the door, the group was met with early daylight, shielding their eyes, they started towards their car, which was parked in the chipped parking lot. wilbur and techno talking about the ghosts who had chosen them to hang with, tommy and y/n looping each other's arm around the other, scrolling through twitter, talking about vikk's newest tweet, and phil, just watching his children bond.

maybe they would do this more often.