What if, Dante Turtle died and the ghost of John is just petting it and snuggling it.
I’m assuming this is a drabble prompt, so….
John say next to Turtle, watching him walk around the large tank. The boys and Y/N constantly walked back and forth, not even noticing him there.
In the beginning, he would just scream and yell and cry to his friends. But now, after months, he was used to being ignored. It bothered him, that he couldn’t reassure them that he was fine.
Well, as fine as a ghost could be.
He reached into the container, “touching” the shell of Turtle. The turtle shrunk into his shell, and John laughed.
“Hey Turtle, how are you doing?” You asked, walking over to the tank. John watched you, a small smile on his face.
He tried to visit you as often as possible, knowing that you were still heartbroken over his death. But these days, you were hiding it, pretending that you were fine. He tried touching your arm, but his fingers went through.
If he could produce tears, they would have been falling down his face. Instead, he sighed, watching you feed Turtle.Everyday he thanked you for thinking of him and saving the reptile. He wished he could do it to you in person.
He closed his eyes, disappearing into the void.