Classic didn't have it easy at home. His life was miserable enough without the added stress of the constant bullying from the Xtale brothers. The torment was unbearable, to the point where Classic decided to end his own life. And he succeeded.

At the tender age of 10, Classic leapt from the roof of his apartment. His death was not the end, though. His spirit remained, still roaming the earth as a ghost.

Now a specter, Classic wandered aimlessly with his only companions, Frisk and Chara. He was visible, but there was a gruesome reminder of his demise - a bleeding head wound.

Despite being a ghost, Classic had his own needs. He craved company and even ventured out of the house with Frisk and Chara occasionally. However, the Xtale brothers didn't take kindly to this.

One day, the boys lashed out at Classic. He seemed more vulnerable, more emotional. It was like a game to them, but to Classic, it was a cruel reminder of his past life.

Suddenly Classic had had enough. He ran off, and the brothers chased after him, their laughter echoing in the cold night. The chase brought them all back to that same haunting spot - the rooftop of Classic's old apartment.

There, perched on the ledge, was Classic. The boys' laughter died down as they watched him staring at the empty air below. The cruel game seemed to have gotten out of hand.

They pleaded with him, but their voices were just echoes in the wind. Classic's mind was made up. He took a step forward and plunged into the darkness below. The brothers watched in horror as Classic disappeared into the night.

This time, Classic didn't come back. There were no more frolics in the park, no more conversations with him. His phantom presence vanished, leaving the Xtale brothers to suffer in the silence of guilt.

They remembered his ceaseless humming, his favorite songs that echoed through their shared moments. But all they heard now was a deafening silence. The music had stopped, as had the sight of Classic's cherished white roses.

At first, they denied it. The brothers believed Classic would eventually come back, that he was just playing hide-and-seek. That's what they wanted to believe. But deep down, they knew he was gone for good.

They regretted their actions. They wished they'd never snapped at Classic, had never driven him to the edge. The guilt consumed them. They knew they had a role in his second departure from the world.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Still, there was no sight of Classic. His absence became a constant, painful reminder of their harsh behavior towards him, and the loss of a cherished friend.

Only then did they realize how much Classic had meant to them. The memories they had of him were bittersweet; laughter mixed with tears, happiness intertwined with sorrow. Without him, their world was incomplete.

They learned a lesson too late. They understood the depth of the pain they inflicted on Classic. They wished they could turn back time, undo the harm, but it was too late. Classic was truly gone.

The brothers lived their lives, burdened by regret. They eventually grew apart, their shared guilt too heavy to bear. They no longer shared laughter, only memories of a friend they pushed away.

Classic's story was a grim reminder of their wrongdoings. It served as a lesson not only to them but to everyone who knew Classic. They realized the horror of their actions, and how harsh words can lead to tragic endings.

The Xtale brothers grew older, their faces reflecting the regret they harbored within. Classic was a memory that refused to fade, a haunting reminder of a life that could've been.

Classic was no longer with them, but his presence lingered. He was a soft whisper in the wind, a lingering essence in their shared past. They hoped, wherever he was, he had found the peace he sought.

Classic continued to live in their thoughts and actions. They pledged to live better lives, to treat others with respect, and in their own way, to honour the memory of their lost friend.

They visited Classic's grave, a simple mound adorned with white roses. They sat in silence, reminiscing about their time with Classic, each lost in their own pool of guilt and regret.

They grew up, learned, and changed. They carried Classic's memory with them, a reminder of the cost of their past actions. They strived to treat people better, hoping to prevent another tragedy like Classic's.

The brothers tried to be kinder, more understanding. They hoped their actions could somehow make up for their past. Maybe in another life, Classic would have been happy. Maybe in another life, they could've been friends.

They reflected on their actions and vowed to change. The memory of Classic would serve as a constant reminder of their past, encouraging them to be better people. Only then could they find peace.

Today, they remember Classic for who he was - a friend, a confidant, a young boy full of life. They continue to carry his memory with them, hoping to honor him by making the world a little kinder.