TW! description of abuse and violence!
'YOU USELESS CHILD!' A tall figure looked over tubbo, now young and powerless. He raised his hand aggressively and- Slap
Tubbo had a large red mark laid upon his face. 'YOU COULDN'T DO ONE FUCKING THING RIGHT! NOW YOU HAVE TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON!' The dark figure one again raised his hand, but this time for balance as he kicked the 2 year old against the wall of his home. To be honest, the young boy would rather call anywhere else home. Anywhere other than there- the tall figure would beat the defenceless boy for an hour, until another figure stepped in- He may not remember what they looked like, but he definitely remembered their voice. The voice that finally saved him. Saved him from years of abuse. It was Quackity's voice. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ነርዘረልፕፕ?' Quackity shouted as he stood between the figure and the little Tubbo as the silhouette now went for his protector. 'S- stawp!' The young boy called out, trying his best to string a word together. 'Y- youw scawing me-' Tubbo was on the verge of tears now, scared, bruised and broken. The figure seemed to snap out of his trance, realising the harm he'd caused- at least, that's what the boy thought. The blacked out man quickly went away and returned with a box- just a small cardboard box with Tubbo's old sharpie squiggles on it- he picked up the young boy and left for the front door to their dreary apartment- Quackity didn't even try and stop him for fear of being hit again. A few minutes of walking later, the male figure stopped and placed down the box, Tubbo and the little boy's favourite bee plush. The figure then sat down on the grass next to Tubbo and began singing a lullaby. Tears dropped to the floor as he sung and sung with the toddler slowly drifting off to sleep. 'Goodnight Toby- I'll miss you' the figure whispered through silent tears. After that he was gone. And Tubbo was alone.
And it was that lullaby that Tubbo sung to the only people he had left... His bee friends-
'Hey Tubbo! You oka-' the greeting was cut short as Tubbo drew his sword in terror and swung at the sound behind him. 'T... Tubbo?' He now saw what he'd done..
He'd stabbed Wilbur.
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FanfictionFlowers and Forests. Independace and love. Death and hate- L'manburg's once proud rulers reduced to bickering teens. Who knows what will happen when Schlatt gets power. //TW// Abuse, manipulation, major character death, swearing
