When Ranboo died, he knew.

He remembered.

It made him gleeful that he remembered, and soul crushing horror at that truth.

He allowed himself to be renamed Ghostboo.

After all, it wasn't the first time he'd been renamed.

He missed Tubbo.

He missed there son.

He missed everyone.

He missed the fact that he could never tell them the truth, as that would play even more into his plans.

So no one could realize that Ghostboo wasn't like other ghosts, he was exactly like he was in life yet more.

After all, for the first time in a few years he was mostly whole.

Damn it Dream, other rather damn it for teh creature wearing the body like a suit.

They'd ripped out the real Dreams soul and tossed it like garbage, damaging it and fragmenting it.

The first time he'd appeared as Ranboo, was when he'd finally pieced enough of himself together with a boost from XD. Which is why his species randomized, not that any admin was normal.

That idiot in the stolen body didn't realize it was the body of an admin, just that it had the ability to whitelist people and invite. It was just as well, for as soon as Ranboo became Ghostboo as they said his abilities returned to the rightful soul.

Sure... he could have returned to life easily.

He was the true Admin, and once Dream.

Yet... he needed to know it and the eggs endgame, and they had to think the real Dream gone for that.

By XD that hurt, hurt that his once friends couldn't tell his body had been stolen. They'd been so close, and the imposter had destroyed everything he'd cared for.

The ender hybrid feared Tubbo would reject him, he'd grown to love his small family even while he had his memory issues.

"Just a bit longer," XD told him.

"Just a bit longer..." Ghostboo whispered, then the Dreammon would be revealed.