Ghost Au(To be renamed later)

The dark looms. It presses in, folding in on itself as clouds cover the measly amount of light usually allotted to them. Technoblade with his long braided pink hair, holds a notebook in his hand as he watches his brother bathed in the dark of the night. Wilbur stood, his dark hair out of his face for once, and his glasses perched on his yellow sweater. He does not dare hold a light to chase away the dark, it would ruin all that they came here for.Tonight they were here to see ghosts.