6 Works by GhastlyType
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"Emotional anguish or grief, typically caused by the loss or absence of someone loved."
It's a synonym for grief.
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an alternate, more violent ending to the Final Disc War.
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- Part 2 of ghast's oneshot works
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If space is a spiral, then so is time, as they both go hand in hand. Then again, The Spiral is funny in that it does not explain what is and is not a Spiral.
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After everything he has tried to do to help get the world back, Jon goes back in time to attempt to prevent the end of the world- he has a little help in the form of a new old friend.
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Wilbur breathed heavily, staring on at the people dotted over his new wasteland. He lifted his hand and ever so slowly pointed.
"You."
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an alternative ending to November 16th 2020.
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- Part 1 of ghast's oneshot works
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Tommy was a bit exhausted, to say the least. Wilbur had been running him ragged since Dream had threatened L'manberg, but he really didn't mind. Dream and his cronies had started to cut them off from the surrounding villages, and they couldn't very well go into the main SMP without being arrested. So, if he had to sneak out under the noses of the rest of their group and travel out a good few thousand blocks to get some supplies, who was he to complain.
Okay. He was complaining a little bit.
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In the middle of war, Tommy tries his best to keep his friends high spirited.But when he gets back from a run, he and the fifth battalion of L’Manberg are in for a bit of a surprise.
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You can’t have one without the other.
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She had such a good day too... until the butterfly flapped a little too close. -
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”...he's losin' a lot of blood!"
He is, isn't he? His chest was covered with sticky red blood, a hole just to the right of his very own heart. He could hear it beating fast and loud, as if he ran for a long time. There was blood on his legs too, a long cut from a pair of medical scissors being tossed in a tussle. He hyper-fixated on how the blood slid out of him, beads of red following invisible lines down his torso and calves. Hands gingerly felt his wound, causing him to grunt in pain; his head started to feel like it was stuffed full of hot white cotton.