The sewer seemed even creepier than usual, the murky water forming deep puddles. You trudged through anyway, wondering what could be wrong with Ghostbur.

The two of you wanted to go out flowerpicking—but Ghostbur hadn't showed up. The sound of weeping could be heard as you reached his room, seeing him crying at his desk with his journal open. Ghostbur noticed you though, wiping his eyes. He seemed utterly exhuasted.

"Oh, um, hello! I'm sorry I wasn't able to make it today, I've been busy."