"...You're here to save me?" His voice is breathier and higher than the Wilbur's she's familiar with--clearly the same voice, but it's being used differently. He's crying; it looks like it's burning him, or doing some sort of similar damage to his cheeks, but he doesn't pay particular attention to it. "I mean, I--I saw it on the dot matrix, but I--didn't know if I should believe you.

Please. Ghostbur--Ghostbur works. I'm not really Wilbur, anyway."

Ghostbur has joined the game

Wilbur freezes. "That's--that's fucking--"

And then he laughs and laughs, relief shaking his whole body. "I'm fucking free, I'm not ever going back there--" He whoops and high fives Yvette.

Ghostbur waits until Wilbur is done and then asks Yvette quietly: "Do you know where Tommy is? I need to apologize. I might forget soon but it's important."

<Yvette> Hey TommyInnit, Ghostbur wants to see you. You both cool with me just teleporting him next to you?

(Ghostbur nods.)

<TommyInnit> YES

“One moment.”

She checks for TommyInnit’s coordinates to teleport Ghostbur to him.

There are two sets of coordinates.

(One of them is in the afterlife.)

<Yvette> Done. I can resurrect the dead. Let me know if you need anything, Ghostbur, or if anything’s weird.

<Yvette> Anyone have any good arguments for why I shouldn’t empty the afterlife immediately? I think it doubled more than just Wilbur.

<Ghostbur> Okay!

And the chat goes quiet.

<Yvette> It’s at least Tommy, maybe more. I’ll look.

There aren't any other doubles; if she shifts through afterlives, she'll see Jschlatt, MexicanDream, TommyInnit, and a bunch of empty locations.

Tommy's afterlife is, as described by Wilbur, almost total sensory deprivation. Wilbur didn't mention that it comes with one sensation, which is being torn apart.

"...Did Dream send you?" He sounds like he's trying very hard not to get his hopes up and only halfway succeeding.

“Nope, I haven’t even met the guy. He sounds like an asshole. … Speaking of those.” She looks at the afterlife. Each one having all of these neat personal torture bits makes it easy to mess with. There’s so many variables on display. (She has such a headache.) “Knock it off.“

The sensation of being torn apart: knocks it off. Actually, TommyInnit, Jschlatt, and MexicanDream are now drifting weightlessly in a warm sea of stars. Instead of whatever torturous bullshit they had before.

“I don’t know if I can undo the time dilation part safely, but that should help a bit.”

He breathes out an "oh" and is quiet for a moment, when the pain stops. And then he remembers that Yvette is still there.

"So why are you here, then, if--if Dream didn't--if he didn't send you? Just to--to fucking, pity me, or else to point and laugh, I fucking, I know--" He breaks off into a sobbing fit.

“Oh, no. No, no, shhh, shh.” She steps closer and opens her arms to him to offer a hug. “I’m here to empty the afterlife, actually. I can resurrect the dead. The only reason I’m hesitating at all is because there’s another living you running around and I don’t want to cause mass chaos by just dumping everyone out all at once. I had a list of dead people, and a tidy resurrection order worked out. You’re a surprise to me.”

Cling. "--If you can resurrect the dead, they'll--they'll hurt him, they were only keeping him alive because--'s why he killed me, it was to show that he could, that he still had--something they didn't--they're gonna kill him, Yvette, you have to stop them, he's my only friend--" Tommy's voice breaks on the word "friend".

“… okay,” she murmurs, gently. Hug hug hug. God, she has such a headache, and nobody’s even said anything yet back where time is less fucky, because of course it hasn’t been nearly as long there. “No more deaths. No more dead people. Do you have a name you want to go by? I need a unique one to resurrect you.”

"I dunno, I'm just--I'm just me, he shouldn't get to take my fuckin' name just cuz I'm the one in here--" He thinks of something and snorts. "...Name me BigMan, it'll piss him off."

<Yvette> Okay turns out straddling the living world and the afterlife is hella uncomfortable, so I'm getting everyone out now and we're sorting it out after. People are suffering, including me.

BigMan joined the game

It's the first afterlife she's seen so far with an easily accessible exit.

In the sea of stars, there's a man smoking. "Heyyyyy, man!" He has a comedically stereotypical Mexican accent.

Oh god this is so offensive and she's so uncomfortable. And also in pain that keeps increasing and making it hard to be reasonable and sane and clear.

"Hi, do you want to be resurrected?"

"I'm happy wherever, man. I can leave when I want to. It's the fuckin' life, man, just living here, going up to chill with the homies..."

".... Okay. Do you want me to put things back to before I made everything stars?"

"Sure, man."