"So we're just going to ask other people in the complex if they know anything about this 'ghost'?" Ranboo trailed behind Tommy as they walked through the complex.

"Yup."

"I don't know if I want that to be our first impression."

"Look ranboo, we're doing this so you don't have to be scared! It's just a rumor," Tommy stopped walking and turned around to face Ranboo, "it'll be cool to see what people have to say about this ghost boy!"

"What if…um… the ghost is, uh, real though..?"

Tommy frowned, "It's not. You're a pussy, you know that? A big pussy."

Ranboo groaned, "let's get this over with. Who should we ask first?"

Tommy looked around, then pointed to a door. "Let's start with this one." he walked over and waited for Ranboo before knocking on the door.

Tubbo raised an eyebrow, that was Niki's door, he knew that she and Quackity talked sometimes. She was always really nice to both him and Quackity. Her relationship with Schlatt was a little more, unfriendly. But everyone was like that when it came to Schlatt.

He floated closer to them, standing right next to them. After a moment the door opened.

"Hello?" Niki said from the doorframe. Titling her head only slightly at the two boys.

"Hello, women. We are ghost busters. What do you know about the ghost kid that haunts this complex mmmh?" Tommy confidently said, Niki only looked at him confused.

"Are you the new resistants? To apartment 101 right? I heard new people were moving in but you two seem… young."

Tommy frowned, before he could speak Ranboo took the lead – despite his social awkwardness telling him not to.

"Sorry, please ignore him," he gestured to Tommy, "I'm uh, Ranboo. He's Tommy. Yes, we're um, the new resistants, we rented an apartment close to our college campus."

Niki nodded along, "okay.. I'm Niki." she smiled, "you said you wanted to know about the ghost that haunts the complex, yeah?"

"Yes! Tell us what you know!" Tommy butted in. getting a glare from Ranboo.

"Mm," she thought for a moment, "well, he's name was Tubbo, he died from suicide in his room. He was only 16, it was a big shock to everyone in the complex.."

her voice started to drop, "I wasn't here when it all happened, I only moved in last year."

Tubbo looked toward Tommy and Ranboo as she talked, waiting for any sign of emotion to show on their face. They only listened with blank faces.

"I do know that the family moved out a few months after. Some people have said that Tubbo showed himself to them, sometimes the lights will flick, things will be pushed off tables, or change the temperature, that kind of stuff. People just got used to it by now."

Tommy raised an eyebrow, "so, there really is a ghost?"

Ranboo turned his head to Tommy, "don't joke about that–"

"Yeah." Ranboo and Tommy both looked back at Niki. "He really does haunt this place. No idea why."

"Because I can't leave, that's why!" Tubbo said under his breath. He didn't want to be bonded here, but he was trapped here. So much for being free after death.

"He doesn't show himself to many people now. My best guess is he just doesn't want to freak people out. That's what I heard from others."

Tommy crossed his arms over his chest. "And we moved into the apartment that Tubbo died in?" he sighed, "great! We might have angered a ghost! Good job Ranboo."

"Wha– you're the one you rented the apartment! I told you the rumors!"

"If you still want more information you should ask someone who was here when it all happened," Niki thought for a few seconds before making an 'oh!' sound, "Maybe ask Purpled, he might know, he was the same age as Tubbo and was in his apartment when it happened."

her smile went down a little, "he lives in room 104. If you do ask him, tell him 'Hi' for me okay?"

Tommy was already walking away. Ranboo nodded, "um, thank you Niki. uh– sorry for bothering you!" he said to her before running to catch up with Tommy. Tubbo floating beside them.

"Purpled? he and I weren't that close, he wouldn't know much, does he?" Tubbo questioned himself, he didn't talk to all the people in the complex much when he was alive. But he still knew them, but it would only be a quick 'hello' or wave now and then.

Purpled was the same age as him when he died, now Purpled would be 18. Tubbo also remembered that he lived with his brother.

"Apartment 104, was it?" Tommy asked when Ranboo caught up to him.

"Yeah.." he panted, "... do we have to keep doing this? What if we make the ghost mad that we're trying to figure out his past!"

"It's fine you pussy! It's just a ghost kid, how much harm can they do?" Tommy smirked, he was looking at the doors of each apartment till he saw the number 104.

He knocked, hard, a few times. After a minute of no response, Ranboo spoke up.

"I don't think he's home Tommy." He grabbed Tommy's arm, "let's just go–"

Then the door flew open. Ranboo let go, and Tommy stepped back when the door opened. There stood a guy with platinum blonde hair and a white hoodie.

"Hey."

"Uh– hi?" Tommy stepped forward, so he was where he initially stood. "Are you, uh, Purpled?"

This guy didn't look like an 18-year-old, he looked like someone in their 20's.

He was about to speak before another voice spoke first, "Punz? who's at the door?".

The man turned his head, "two boys, they're looking for you. are they your friends or something?" 'his voice is monotone' Tubbo thought.

Tommy was about to say something when another person showed up behind Punz. He also had platinum blonde hair, but instead of a white hoodie, he was wearing a purple one.

He pushed Punz out the doorframe and then looked at Tommy, "Hey, who are you guys?" he crossed his arms over his chest.

Ranboo took charge of the introduction again – his mind really not wanting to, "Hi! I'm Ranboo, this is Tommy. We, uh, just moved into apartment 101."

Purpled quirked an eyebrow, "isn't that apartment known for being 'haunted'? Did you not hear the rumors before moving in?"

"We did," Tommy said from behind Ranboo, "we just didn't believe it. But it's true, innit?"

Purpled showed a small smile, "yeah. Your right." his voice was bittersweet. "What do you wanna know?"

"Were you friends with um–"

"Tubbo. His name was Tubbo Underscore." Purpled leaned against the doorframe, "I guess you can say that."

Ranboo was now the one to raise an eyebrow, "what does that mean?"

"We weren't really 'friends' necessary, we said 'Hi' to each other when we saw each other, we talked during lunch, and worked on projects together if we had a choice." his eyes looked down, "if I was friends with him, maybe I would have seen what made him kill himself."

"You… you don't know… what made him, do it?"

"No. he didn't have any close friends, nor did he go out much. The most that I know about his family was that they fought, a lot. These walls are pretty thick, but you could still hear them some nights. They got tons of noise complaints."

He returned his glace up to Tommy and Ranboo, "Y'know," his voice was softer this time, "he has revealed himself to me before."

Ranboo was about to ask more, then Punz came up from behind Purpled.

"You don't have to tell them everything."

Purpled turned his head to look Punz in the eyes, "Yeah, I know." he stopped leaning against the door frame.

"I don't have much more to say about Tubbo, he was an introvert and didn't share much about him or his family."

"Um, Thank– thank you." Ranboo muttered, "sorry for bothering you."

"No worries," Purpled said with the same soft smile on his face. He closed the door as Ranboo dragged Tommy away.

Tubbo watched the conversion, "you don't have to feel guilty, you were a good friend," he paused, choking on his own words, "I'm–, I'm sorry, Purpled." he said softly.

He knew that Purpled couldn't hear him.

To say the least, Tubbo felt guilty after hearing that conversion.

Tommy and Ranboo were walking back to their apartment.

"We should unpack now," Ranboo said when they got to their apartment's door.

"Ugh… fine! You're such a buzzkill!" Tommy huffed, pushing the key to the apartment in the lock and twisting it, shoving the door in.

Ranboo sighed in relief, "good… we barely had any time to do anything important."

"But we found out something's about that ghost— urm Tubbo. We found out more about Tubbo, isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah… I guess." Ranboo grabbed his bag, "do you… do you think we'll see him? Or he will show himself to us?"

"Maybe, I hope he will."

"Really? You do?"

"Yeah!" Tommy held a box of his stuff and looked at Ranboo, grinning, "who wouldn't want to know about him? He might be cool!"

"I don't know how I feel about meeting a ghost of a kid who committed suicide…" Tubbo huffed at Ranboo's response, what was so 'bad' about meeting him?

"Y'know…" Tommy carried the box into his room, Ranboo following behind him as he talked, "we could try one of those ghost-talking apps!"

Ranboo looked a little surprised at first, rolling his eyes after he got what Tommy was saying. "One, we're not doing that. And two, why do you think that would work? Those apps are all fake."

"Ugh! Come on! Look—one try, okay? You can even pick the app! And how do you know those apps are fake, huh?"

"Because, how would they be legit? Y'know what, fine. Let me pick the app, only for your entertainment."

Tommy had a shit-eating grin on his face as he handed his phone to Ranboo. "Why can't we use your phone?"

"I don't want to have a fake ghost-talking app on my phone, it will only waste space."

"Whatever fucking bitch."

Ranboo sighed, why couldn't they just unpack and ignore all these rumors of a dead kid? Why didn't they just move in and greet their neighbors normally, not immediately asking them about a ghost? Why—

"Hurry up! We don't have all night!"

Tommy sat himself down right next to Ranboo, who was waiting for a random ghost app he found to install. "Be patient! It's downloading."

"Ughhh…. This place has horrible Wi-Fi." Tommy leaned back, holding himself up.

"It's done."

Tommy grinned, "take back what I said!"

Ranboo sighed, "okay, I guess we're doing this. But if we start getting haunted I'm blaming you!"

"We won't Ranboob! We already signed the lease to the apartment, can't go back now, might as well friend this ghost–ahem, Tubbo if we're gonna see him round!" Tommy fixed his slip-up in words, they now knew some things about Tubbo. Not a lot, but enough for now.

"Your right." the app was finished loading by the time they finally agreed. The app's home screen looked right out fake, something a kid would fall for.

"Umm, are you sure this app will work?" Tommy questioned, clearly not believing in the app.

"It has the highest rating out of all the apps I saw."

"What was the rating?"

"4.5 stars."

"Oh. so people think this is real?" Tommy snorted, "they must be dumb! This looks like it's for six-year-olds!"

"So you don't want to try it?"

"No, I do."

"Ugh…" Ranboo groaned, "fine." he pressed a button on the home screen of the app. A short tutorial popped up on the screen, showing them both how to work the app. They skipped it.

Ranboo placed his phone on the floor, he sat on one side of the phone and Tommy sat on the other.

"I think we just need to press the microphone button and then ask a question or say something."

"Okay!"

Ranboo was about to ask what question they should ask first but Tommy already clicked the microphone button.

"HELLO?" Tommy said in his 'big man' voice.

Static played through the phone, Ranboo was about to tell Tommy that it probably doesn't work–

"–hello…?"

what?