'I need help. And I'm certainly not being helped by you.'
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A/N: This chapter is focused on more serious topics, if you are sensitive to any of the things below please skip this chapter. ALSO SO SORRY IF I GET THE QUOTES WRONG I DON'T FULLY UNDERSTAND WHEN EACH QUOTE WAS SAID PLEASE CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG- Ahem, Enjoy at your own risk.
"THE DISKS WHERE WORTH MORE THAN YOU EVER WERE!" That's not true! Is it...? "If he is not exiled by Tomorrow, I'll do what I said." Stop! Stop stop stop stop STOP! I'm sorry I didn't mean it! "Tubbo? Hey hey are you alright man?" Please don't hurt me again I promise I'll be good- "Hurt you? Why would I- Tubbo are you okay?" I felt a hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking me. The pressure felt grounding. I took a deep breath, snapped back to reality, and looked up to the familiar concerned face of RanbooLive.
"Welcome back to earth Tubbs. Now can you politely stop staring?" Oops. "Yeah sorry mate." I probably worried him... god why am I so useless? "I... Need to get going, later Ranboo." It's for the best that I leave him alone, I'm probably a burden anyways. "Tubbo..."
Opening my front door I stepped into my sanctum of old memories. Closing it behind me I could faintly hear a small click as I ran to the washroom. The tower... It's my stupid fault for exiling him. Now he's dead because of me. Why am I president? I felt myself gagging on tears as I held my head above the toilet, the burning feeling of acid bubbling in my throat tore its way through my lips.
The bitter singe of regret lay resting on my taste buds, head foggy and eyes streaming. Why won't it stop. Why did I do it? The look in Tommy's eyes was enough to take over my head. Right when things got calm I had to fuck it up again. Now he's dead and gone, and it's all my fault. All of a sudden everything stops, feeling a cold pressure on my back startled me. Looking behind me I saw the man who had tortured me for months, he then bent down and wiped my tears away with his freezing cold hands. "What's wrong kiddo?" Jschlatt spoke, his voice held a far-away echo. he knew more than he let on, yet the effort was admirable.
"Why do you c-care..." I spluttered as I leaned over to empty more stomach acid and water. I deserve this. I don't deserve food I deserve misery for what I did. "Because... Your my son?" The world stopped turning. The air left my lungs not unlike the vomit that had left my body beforehand. "I'm (a) your what?" ("A wizard 'arry." IM SORRY ILL LEAVE SNIIDSWN) "Hmm.. I might be confusing you with my son, I always thought you reminded me of my little lamb. Enough about me what's wrong do you wanna talk about it?" Why does he want to know? I'm just expendable right? "Not really, what was your son like? Can you tell stories?"
-+SECOND PERSON POV BC I GOT ✨LAZY✨+-
Schlatt seemed taken aback, then his gaze softened and he parted his lips to spill the memories frozen in time to the boy he once called his own. "Well... Me, him, and his uncle? Mom? Something like that used to paint our nails together and watch soap operas. Sometimes he'd sing along too!" He seemed to get excited while talking, like he was waiting to share these stories with him. it was nice. "Or that time he dressed up in a suit for his third Halloween to imitate me or when we used to go in the woods to hang out... I miss my little one. While I was working he used to put little drawings on my desk usually of his favorite bug."
"What was his name?" Schlatt seemed to freeze, he was hiding something. I'm sure it's nothing I'm worthy of knowing. "You don't have to though!" Schlatt sighed and patted his head, a small smile lighting up his features. "You'll know someday kiddo. Someday."
