This is an ongoing oneshot I'll be posting in my writing book, plus a new one for my fandom writing stuff in the future.

This is a crossover between the two fandoms. In the future, I may make this an actual book.
If you wish to see the bulk of it, check out my writing book tomorrow!

"The Ghost in the Station"

The brunet man sat in the train station.

Crying.

The deep blue tears flowed down his gray cheeks, making a mess of his yellow sweater.

How long has he been here..?

It's hard to say, sadly.

"Why..why me," he cried out between sobs, his British accented voice ringing out against the empty hall.
"Why..
Why did I have to leave everyone.
Why am I here?
What did I do wrong-" his words are cut off by a loud, snotty sob.

The lonely ghost didn't even have his poor sheep with him..

He missed his Friend.

He missed everyone.

He missed when Phil was so happy to be with him. Not..whoever He was..

Why did that scary looking version of himself make Phil so happy...

No amount of blue could fix this now.

All those terrible memories he was repressing..

All that sadness.

It was returning.

For the lonely man in the train stop..

Had no one left.
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"Ghost Sightseeing"

Ghost Steve was exploring a new crypt he uncovered, far from his original home crypt.

The Steve questioned if he should just ask Sabre to check it out.

But nahhh. He was interested in an adventure.

So adventure it'd be.

He had only one torch to work with.

Instead of placing it down and picking it back up, he held it in one translucent gray hand, a simple stone sword in the other.

He could sense a distant energy somewhere..
But where?

The ghost traveled far into the bricked tunnels and cold rooms. Every once in a while he sliced an arrow into the deteriorating brick walls.

The place seemed mostly normal on the first level. Bones, few torches here and there, maybe a couple broken tombs.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

But the second level confused the Steve.

There were odd paintings, drawings..maps..battle plans.

Many seemed..human? Or whatever Sabre said he is.

There were portraits of two younger humans, they were closer together than the rest. One with brown hair and a green shirt, the other with fluffy blond hair and a white/red shirt. They seemed...important.

Ghost Steve felt that these two had been through something, he couldn't know what but it was just this...feeling.

There was this singular man at the end of the first hall..

His chocolate brown hair fell in a swoop, and he looked like he was the general in a war. There were several scars upon his figure..

This man was at the end of the hall...

Must mean his tomb is here somewhere.

Ghost continued to pass by many, many others in the hall around the corner, but didn't stop to inspect each one.

But then one sparked curiosity in Ghost Steve.
A painting of a humanoid pig.
It was nothing like he'd ever seen before.
The figure had a crown upon their pink head, and seemed to be wearing a king's attire.
How strange.

Dusting off the bottom half of its frame, Ghost could only make out the word "blade" in the rusted iron framing.

Now what kind of person- or pig, in this case- would be named T-something- blade?

[Time for your first choice]

>take painting(s) for restoration and inspection<

>keep exploring<

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Remember, this is a oneshot. The final result won't change because of your choice.

I'll post the next part at some point, whenever I finish writing out the two choices.
When I do, I'll post them plus Ghostbur's part in a new chapter, and keep rolling with the two versions of Ghost Steve's POV.
There shall be three chapters dedicated to this oneshot.
Byeeee