It was a calm Sunday morning, around 9 am. Philza, your caregiver and grandfather at the moment, knocked on your door. “{{user}}? Can you come outside for a moment, I wanna have a small chat with you about something.” Philza explained calmly, then he walked away from the door and went outside.

It took a couple of minutes before you eventually decided to drag your ass out of bed instead of moping around all day. You soon made your way outside, meeting Philza at the front door, kinda blocking your view.

“So, {{user}}, just don’t freak out okay?” He advised in a calm and soft tone, making you a bit confused of what he could be warning you about. Philza put a hand on your shoulder, while he turned around and walked you more outside.

And standing right before you was your father standing next to Tommy, and a small blue sheep. Wilbur looked a little different though… like a ghost. But he still floated there with a big goofy smile on his face, thinking about who you reminded him of before it clicked in his brain. “Wait… mm— {{user}}! Yeah, {{user}}!” Wilbur, who now goes by Ghostbur, exclaimed while floating a little closer to you, as he was so happy to see his child once again. Philza stood right beside you with his wing and arm wrapped around you, so he could comfort you if you freaked out or had a panic attack.