A week later, something happened. A bright white light flashed across the cemetary, and a new entity appeared over Tommy's grave. It had translucent gray skin, white eyes, fluffy blonde hair, blue splotchy marks along its body, and thin blue goop perpetually driping from its head. It was wearing a white and red hoodie and black sweatpants with a stripe down the side. This entity was a ghost.

The ghost woke up with various different feelings and memories flooding into him. Though they were disconnected and distant, like they were from someone else. The memories were disjointed and broken, like a scratched record.

The ghost felt angry, satisfied, and scared for only a passing moment. Where was he? Who was he? Why was he here?

He stepped down onto the grass and the plants phased through his feet. His vision was blurry on one side, and he didn't know why. He sat down upon the grass and started messing with the flowers lain there. He heard a jingle of a bell and the grating sound of metal, which caused him to look up.

There was a short goat hybrid boy standing there at the gate, tears in his eyes and flowers in his hand. They stared at eachother before the goat boy entered the cemetary and sat beside him.

"How are you doing bud?" The goat boy asked.

The ghost tried to answer, but when it spoke, sounds of noteblocks came instead of words.

"Oh. Um, shake your head for no, nod for yes. Do you remember me?"

Looking at the goat boy, the ghost did remember many things about him, how the boy made him feel. The ghost nodded.

The goat boy smiled. "Do you remember who you are?"

That was a difficult question. The ghost knew things about itself. What it liked and didn't like, how it felt about things, what made him happy and sad. However, the ghost had a feeling that wasn't exactly what the goat boy was asking.

The ghost tilted it's head. The goat boy picked at the grass. "Your name is, was, Tommy. You were or are my best friend."

The ghost remembered that. The warm days spent fishing on the river and playing tag. The ghost pointed at the goatboy.

The goat boy noticed. "What? Me?" The ghost nodded.

"What's my name?" The ghost nodded.

"My name is Tubbo." The ghost remembered that. Tubbo, the name on the compass he would wear that gave him comfort, hope.

Tubbo stood up. "Do you want to come with me? I could tell you some things and help you adjust."

The ghost of Tommy nodded and stood up, mesmerized by the grass phasing through his feet.

It took a while before they reached the house. Tommy's ghost would stop every so often to examine leaves, bugs, and flowers. Tubbo didn't have the heart to hurry him along.

Everytime he saw something he liked, jingling sounds would come out of his mouth as he examined it. It was the most at peace Tubbo had ever seen him.

Tubbo told him snippets of what happened to jog his memory. The ghost would make note sounds when he remembered and nodded his head. Tubbo only skimmed the wars and exile, not wanting to dump that on the ghost just after they appeared.

Eventually, they got home. Tubbo knocked a sequence on the door before entering. The ghost looked around in awe. The house was large and ornate. The entryway had a stairway to the right, a door to the left, and a hallway going forward. Tubbo took off his boots and set them on an armorstand in the room to the left before returning.

"What do you think?" Tubbo asked. Tommy's ghost let out a few resonating notes.

Tubbo walked over to the stairs. He turned to the ghost. "Stay there." He ascended.

The ghost remained in the entryway looking at the woodwork and the paintings. Soon, he heard creaking on the stairs and he turned around.

Standing beside Tubbo was a giant looming creature resembling an enderman. They locked eyes and the ghost let out a surprised jumble of noises. He scrambled into the corner of the entryway.

"Whoa boss man! It's just Ranboo!" Tubbo said, hurrying down the stairs.

The ghost knew a Ranboo. Just a little bit. Enough to relax and know that he probably wasn't in any danger. But he didn't know enough. He had no resonating feelings towards the creature.

Tubbo relaxed seeing the ghost relax. "Okay. Reintroductions are in order." He pulled the enderman hybrid down the stairs. Now that he was nearer, the ghost could see the split pattern the creature donned.

They stopped in front of the ghost. The ghost tilted it's head and looked at Tubbo. "This is Ranboo. Him and I are married. You met before."

The ghost remembered the married bit. Not really well, but he did. The name registered and was recognized but not felt. The ghost nodded.

Tubbo looked at Ranboo. Ranboo was clearly trying to keep his composure. His eyes were wide and wisps of steam were starting to appear. Tubbo whispered. "He's home." Ranboo nodded.