Tommy was staring at the reflection with both awe and absolute horror. His great uncle… as some fantasy creature… and a ghost… was the one that kept haunting them. HE DIED THIRTY YEARS AGO, WHY WAS HE STILL THERE?!

-T̴͉̀o̵͓̓m̸̙̋ṃ̵̊y̸̟͘,̵̦̒ ̵̥̉c̸̩̎a̴̠͛l̶̮̊m̷͉̌ ̸̜͠d̷͍͋o̷̲͆w̷̜̌n̴͙̾.- hoarse voice spoke up, as man in the reflection raised his hands in calming manner. He wasn’t any sudden movement, not even trying to get nearer the boy. But Tommy still didn’t trust him, no way in the world!

- Don’t fucking tell me to calm down, you’re fucking haunitng me!- Teenager turned to him, trying to point at him with a microphone stand which was a mistake. Without a reflection he had no idea where the ghost was. Suddenly his chair turned on its own and he was again facing black monitor. And the ghost was much closer than before: he was the one that turned him around.

-L̵̤͂ḁ̶́n̸̍ͅġ̴̤u̵̠̽a̶͈̽g̸̼̾e̸̝̎,̸̟͊ ̸̬́y̴̺̍o̷͓̚ù̸̧n̶̪͘g̵͚͒ ̷̤̓m̴̢̓ą̴̀n̸̛̞ - he shook his finger in reprymendory maner, but smiled just after. Tommy saw as he let go of the chair and walked towards the bed to sit on it. He was strangely calm with the fact that the teenager could see him.

- Sorry- he murmured and the ghost nodded slightly.

-C̶̭̓ạ̷̑n̸̬̓ ̴̩͑ŷ̸̬o̵͈̍u̷̙͘ ̸͖̋h̷̖͝e̷̠͆á̶̳r̷͎̓ ̸̺̆m̴̗̾ẽ̷̹ ̵̟̕c̶̳̍l̵̤̾e̴̥̐a̵̤͠r̵̹͒l̷̯̋ÿ̴͇?̷̢͝ - this time other than calm he sounded slightly surprised, even though his face showed no emotions at all.

- Can’t say clearly, but yeah, I can fucking hear ye just right- Tommy was felling weird talking to a reflection instead of actually him, tough the man didn’t seem to mind it at all.

-W̵͚͠h̷͎́a̴̭͐ṭ̸͗ ̴̝̕t̴͍͝h̵͇̊e̴̩̓ ̴̢̽f̵̡̐u̵̡̇c̷̞̔k̸͊ͅ ̷̪̈́ḍ̸͋i̶̥̐d̸͙̏ ̴̭͠I̸̜͗ ̴̔ͅș̵̈́a̸̧͛y̴̭̏ ̸̭̈ả̵͍b̴͉̚o̷̜̐u̷̜͝t̶̰̍ ̴̝̈́l̴͔͊a̶͙͠n̸̝̈́ǧ̸̖u̷̡͗ä̶͓́g̸̮̏e̷̦͛?̸̯́- Tommy giggled, fear slowly melting away. Even though he was a ghost, his uncle seemed nice, with a wacky sense of humor.

- So… you were the ghost that kept helping Tubbo in the kitchen?- uncle Phil nodded once again.- Hey, why do you sound that funny? Is it because I can hear you from beyond the grave?-

-N̸̟͝ö̷͖́,̷̲̾ ̶̮̒Ǐ̶̩ ̶̘̓u̵̙͝ṡ̸̥ë̴̟́d̵͓́ ̶͈̒t̸̪̉o̶̰̅ ̶̣͝s̵̥̑ǒ̸̜u̶̪̇n̴̪͠d̴̻̀ ̶͙̊n̷̟͌o̷͍͝r̶̨̈́m̶̘̉ă̶̜ĺ̷ͅ - man saddened, falling into thoughts for a couple of seconds.- B̷̡̓u̷̫͘ẗ̸̢́ ̷̙͑ẁ̵͖ĭ̴̬t̷͎͠h̶̞͆ ̶̧̑t̶͓̐í̷͜m̷̡͋è̷̗ ̶̖͠I̷̹͋ ̵̪͝t̵̠̋ḥ̴̍i̵̳͑n̷̛͈k̷͈̃ ̷͍̓I̶͈͘ ̴̦͊l̸̤͠o̸̲͋s̶̥̏t̵̨͛ ̵͚̚m̵̚ͅy̷̱̾ ̸̒ͅḥ̷͠u̷̡̒m̶̢͘a̸͙͑n̷̗͗i̵̺̐t̷͉̉ȳ̸̝-

- Sorry to hear that- judging by how he looked like, damn right he lost humanity. What was he anyway? Some japanese bird-guy? No, they didn’t have antlers...

-Ḑ̴͑o̷͂͜ņ̵͝'̵̨͊t̶̫̚ ̵̼̀b̶̤̿ě̷̬.̵͖͒ ̴́ͅI̶̙͑t̸̹̉'̸̞̒s̴͊ͅ ̸̅͜m̸͙̚ü̸̫c̷͈̓h̶̬̋ ̸̞̒b̶̲̓e̸͎̅t̵̫̽t̷̢́e̵͕͝ŕ̷ͅ ̷͕̈́t̸̨̏h̴̜́a̷̟̎ñ̴̬ ̴̼̉i̶̼͘t̸͚͝ ̴̮̔u̷̜͑s̴͖̃é̵̙ď̷̙ ̷͙̈́t̶̡͊ơ̷̠ ̸̮̎b̶̥̀e̷̹̅,̸̪͐ ̴͉̈́ẗ̶̠́h̶̪͒ă̵ͅṉ̶̇ḱ̷̼s̸̨͌ ̸̠̀t̶̜̾ő̶̜ ̷̖́y̷̲͐ȯ̵̟ṳ̴͊ ̵̞̈ṯ̸͐ẃ̵̜ö̸͍́-

- Really? Why?- Them? What did they do?

-I̴̩͊ ̴̖͝d̷̠̋o̸̲̐n̵̪͛'̸̙̋t̶̏ͅ ̵̱̈́k̴͇̇ñ̷̪ỏ̴͚w̶̝̉

- Hey, I… how was it like dying?- hope it wasn't a soar question, he didn't want to upset him...

-I̴̩͊ ̴̖͝d̷̠̋o̸̲̐n̵̪͛'̸̙̋t̶̏ͅ ̵̱̈́k̴͇̇ñ̷̪ỏ̴͚w̶̝̉.- much too his surprise uncle just shrugged, not being offended at all.- I̴͈̎ ̴̝͐d̵̗͛o̸͙͒n̵̜̎'̸͚̀t̸͈̒ ̷̭͆r̶̪̓e̴̪͌m̸͎̚ê̴̼m̷̨̎b̴̩̑ȩ̷͛ř̷̰.̶̙̓ ̶̲̽D̸̗͘ô̶̗ ̸͔̽ÿ̴͚o̶͓̎ṳ̵̈́ ̶̗̎k̶̝̈́n̶͉͊o̴̯͊w̵͈͝ ̴͙͊h̵͖͝o̴͚̍w̶͖̐ ̴̦̒I̵̤̽ ̷͖̈ḓ̶̽i̵̬͆e̵͎͗d̶̝͆?̵̭͠ ̵̛͍Y̵͖͌o̸̹͝u̷̱̇ ̸̰͌c̷̪̓a̶̼͘l̶̺̚ĺ̵͔e̸̩͆d̶̤͝ ̶̛͎m̴̯̅ȩ̶͂ ̶͚͠u̷̯͐n̸̹͋c̷̯͗ḷ̸͗ě̵͕ ̴̝̌ş̷̓ö̴͍ ̸͇̈́i̴̫͗t̷̝̚ ̷̲̊m̴͍̈́e̴̖̅a̶͝ͅn̶̠̕s̴̛̰ ̴͈͑Í̸̟'̴͈̏m̵̬͘ ̵̟͝p̷͍͆ã̸ͅr̵̭͋t̸͕͊ ̷̨̆o̶̰̔f̷̼̒ ̶͓́y̸̜̍o̴̩͋ȕ̷̫r̵̭̀ ̶̼͆f̷̜̒ä̴̲́m̴̛ͅḯ̶̘l̵̳̓,̵̱̈ ̸̼͆r̶̜͆i̴͖͛g̸͙͝h̶̠̒ṭ̶̋?̴̗͗-

- Wait… You don’t remember? Like… at all?

-Ȋ̷̗'̴̫̌m̷̥̍ ̴̧̎s̶̪̈́ó̴͚r̶͈͋r̶͈͑y̴̡͝ ̴̳̊l̴͚̈́a̴̙̾d̶̝̕,̷͓̎ ̴̠̄Ĩ̵̖ ̷̺̋r̵͓͐e̷̢̕m̵̘͠ȩ̷̐m̸̨̛b̵̦̊e̶̟̚r̸̗̈ ̵̛̲ö̷͚́n̵͛͜l̶͔̂y̸̹͆ ̵͕͒ȁ̷̤ ̸̻̋f̸͍̿ē̷̱w̴̗͝ ̶̹̔t̵̥̔h̴̹̄i̵̠͋n̴͇͝g̷̲͠s̷̢̔.̸͉͝ ̵̫́A̴̞̅nd̷̙̀ ̷͓̑i̸̭̇t̶̨̍ ̴̝̿w̴̙̆ǎ̵̹s̶͖̈́ ̷̤͒o̸͎͝ń̸̡l̷̺̒y̴͔͐ ̶̬̎f̶̦̑ȏ̵͖ȑ̴̫ ̷̞̾t̶̜́ḫ̵̌ë̷̜́ ̴͈͛c̷͕̀o̶͚͒ü̴͎l̷̻̑p̶̯̎l̶̮͋e̷̮̓ ̴͎̎o̴̭͋f̸̤̃ ̷̪̔d̷̖͊á̶̭ÿ̷͓s̴̲̈́ ̸͓́s̵̱͑i̶͎̚n̴̺͂c̵̟̆ḙ̷̎ ̸͎͋y̵̲̽o̴͍͐u̸̗͐ ̸͙͂f̶͙̕o̷̝͝u̴̪͝ń̷̢d̷̙̀ ̶̬̓m̵͙̒y̸͇͌ ̴̩͐ẖ̷͒ȁ̷̬t̷̠͋- the hat? That one that Tubbo decided to wash? Well, he was wearing it in the photo and a replica of it right now, so it made sense it used to belong to him… but what had the hat to do with him regaining memories? If it was only a hat, couldn’t he just take it without them?

- Oh… well… there was a fire… and you and your sons… shit, do you even know you had two sons?- this was awkward… he had no idea what he knew and what he didn’t. He seemed to remember his name… did he know about his wife or children? What even happened to his wife?

-I̷̖̾ ̵̺̓d̷̲́o̵͜͝- Phil nodded, smiling faintly.-.̶͇́ ̸̹͂T̴͇͝h̵̙͛ê̵̢ỷ̸̥'̴̭̎r̷̤̊ë̸͇ ̴̠̃h̸̠͑e̴͙̋r̵̪̈́ȇ̵̩,̸̞̑ ̴͇́s̵͓͌o̵̺̚m̵̡̈́w̷̻͒h̸̭͗e̴̮͆r̶͇̆e̴̖̚-

- What? Both of them?- so not two, but THREE ghosts? Talk about luck, huh...

-Ye̶s̷,̴ ̴b̶o̴t̵h̷ ̴o̵f̵ ̸t̵h̸e̸m̶.̸ ̵O̵n̴e̶ ̸i̴s̵ ̷e̷v̴e̸n̴ ̶o̶n̸ ̴t̴h̶i̶s̸ ̴f̷l̸o̴o̸r̸- Tommy suddenly noticed that his uncle voice wasn't as echoey and broken like a second ago. He could understand him without even trying to do so!

- Wait, you sound better than the second before! Is it because you’re interacting with me?! So cool! I have an uncle ghost! A great uncle ghost? A grunkle ghost!!! And two… wait... that… thing in the basement… was it your son as well- Phil’s wings raised as old man nodded with sadness.- Oh, shit… what has happened to him?-

-Y̸e̸a̷r̷ ̸b̶y̸ ̷y̷e̶a̸r̴,̶ ̴d̵a̶y̵ ̵b̸y̵ ̵d̴a̸y̶ ̷w̸e̷ ̷s̵t̷r̸a̵y̴e̸d̶ ̷f̴u̶r̷t̸h̷e̵r̵ ̵a̶w̴a̸y̴ ̷f̶o̸r̶ ̵h̶u̷m̸a̷n̶i̴t̷y̴.̵ ̴L̵o̷o̵k̵ ̸a̴t̶ ̷m̶e̶. ̸I̵ ̵d̶o̵n̵'̵t̴ ̴e̷v̶e̷n̵ ̸l̶o̶o̶k̵ ̸l̵i̷k̴e̸ ̴o̵n̸e̷ ̶e̴n̷y̶m̴o̷r̸e̷.̵ ̷W̶e̸ ̵l̷o̴s̵t̶ ̷o̶u̴r̸ ̸a̷b̶i̴l̶i̶t̸y̵ ̴t̸o̶ ̵s̷p̷e̵a̴k̴,̵ ̴f̶e̴e̴l̸,̴ ̴r̴e̶m̸e̷m̴b̴e̸r̸.̵.̷.̸ ̴w̴e̸ ̵c̸o̷u̷l̴d̸n̷'̸t̶ ̵e̴v̷e̶n̷ ̶l̶e̸a̶v̴e̶ ̶o̷u̵r̴ ̷f̵l̴o̴o̴r̴s̸.̴- that sure had to be hard. Tommy couldn’t even imagine how it would be to slowly lose his memories… shit, that sucked… and turning into those half animal things? Yikes...

- But you are here, talking to me- he said, trying to cheer him on. And then another idea popped into his head. He helped Tubbo cook. Kitchen was on the ground floor, so it had to be his floor. But now… he wasn’t on his floor.- And before that you were downstairs?-

-Y̸e̶s̵,̸ ̵y̴e̷s̸,̴ ̵I̸ ̸was!̶ Tubbo… Tubbo b̶r̵o̴u̷g̵h̴t̵ my hat h̶e̷r̷e̴!- Phil smiled cheerfully.- And now I'm able to come upstairs!- and then he noticed Tommy's wide eyes. Has he said something weird?

- Uncle… you sound… normal?

- Huh?- Tommy was right. He sounded like a human, just like he used to before. But why?

- Wait, if you started sounding normal just because you talked to me, what about your son in the basement? Maybe I can talk to him too!- he wasn’t looking forward to coming back down there, but maybe he could try talking with him through the door? He wasn’t able to leave the basement, so he won’t be able to hurt him if he would be sitting on the stairs...

- No, not now. Not with him in a state like that- uncle shook his head.- You must bond with him first-

- Bond?- what the fuck was he talking about? He wanted him to cook or make scrapbooks with almost literal DEMON?

- Remind him who he was, make him feel again- uncle Phil placed a hand on his heart, still plunged with sorrow. Tommy figured he must have seen him yesterday, when he closed that door. It was Phil, who he felt touching him after that, wasn’t he? It must have cost him a lot to see his son in such a state… whatever that state looked like. I couldn’t look pretty, judging by the sounds it, well, HE made...

- That will be hard, he tried to decapitate me just because I touched his…- then it hit him. How dumb he was, of course!- HIS SWORD! HOLY SHIT, HE WAS A FENCER! THAT HAS TO BE HIM!- Phil wanted to answer, but suddenly the door opened with a loud bang. In them was standing furious Tubbo, with one finger bleeding. In the other hand he was holding rolled guitar strings.

- Tommy, why the fuck are you so loud! Who are you talking to anyway?!- Tommy froze, not exactly sure what to do. Should he explain that he was talking to his dead great-uncle? He was talking to a ghost, that already was bad news for Tubbo. He was interacting with him before but didn’t seem to notice it? What was he supposed to say? But then with the corner of his eye he saw Phil standing up and slowly making his way to the shorter teenager. What was he doing? Whatever he was doing he should better stop it… But then he just placed hands on his shoulders, smiling gently.

- Hello, Tubbo- Tommy watched as colour started to fade from his friend’s face. That… was a terrible move… one more minute and he will have to revive him...

But then Tubbo’s eyes sparked with realization and he tried to touch the ghost's hands.

- You… it was you who sang that lullaby…- what the fuck was he talking about.