Broken Chances- AU Tubbo SBI

Chapter 5~ Reunion

Strange noises filled my head. When I tried to open my eyes, the light burned a hole through my skull. As I tried to sit up, my head throbbed worse than it ever had before.

"You know, I also hit my head against walls when I'm angry." Someone said. His voice sounded so familiar, yet I couldn't place it. I didn't try to open my eyes again, it hurt too much. "Before you wonder why I'm here, I have heart problems. That's what happens when you spend your entire life drinking." He laughed a little bit, but it was a sad, haunting laugh. "Anyways, I spend a lot of time here at the hospital, and I saw them bring you in. Your family is in the waiting room. I made a deal with Phil to be the first person you saw when you woke up."

I finally was able to open my eyes, and I realized it was the goat/ram man that was staring back at me. "Who- who are you?" I asked shakily. "Tubbo, don't tell me you don't recognize me. I mean, I did give you away, but I'm still your father." Everything made so much sense in my brain. I knew it was a possibility, but I had tried my best to ignore it. 

I couldn't think of anything to say. "Tubbo, I'm sorry. Phil said he gave you my letter. He assumed you had read it. Phil's a great guy, y'know? Better than I could have ever dreamed of being. I knew he would be a good father, and I'd hoped he'd take you in just as he did Technoblade." The guy who said he was my father (I still didn't know his name) said.  

"Wait a second, you planned for Phil to take me? I thought-" 

"I would have never wanted you to end up with someone worse than me. I kind of knew Phil already, and he knew from the moment he saw you and read my letter what I intended for him to do. He took you in just like I thought he would. I can't feel guilty for giving you up, but I would have felt guilty if I'd kept you." His speech died out, and I was guessing he expected me to speak. 

"Um, could you maybe explain a little bit more about yourself? I honestly really don't know anything about you." I asked.

"You can just call me Schlatt, since I'm clearly no "dad". I didn't know your mother well, but I knew neither of us wanted a child. She refused to acknowledge you as her child, despite the fact that she gave birth to you. I couldn't turn you down, and I didn't want to put you up for adoption. I was scared of how you would be treated, but was oblivious to the fact that I continually ignored you. I was constantly forgetting about you, and as I said, I have a very severe drinking problem. One time when you were around two and a half years old, I left you at home, but didn't close the door. You, being the curious kid you were, wandered outside. Of course you got stuck out there. I came home that night drunk as always, and went right to bed. It wasn't until midway through the next day that I even remembered I had a child. I came outside to find you passed out in my backyard. Your small body was cold from being left outside so long. I still don't know where all of the small scratches came from, and you were covered in bug bites. I never took you to a hospital, I was too scared I would have to explain why you were like that. I didn't want something like that to ever happen again, so I decided to give you to Phil." 

By the time Schlatt had finished his story, I was crying. "I can barely remember anything, I was too young. The one thing I can remember though, is the painful feeling of loneliness." I told Schlatt, who sighed, resting his head in his hands. "I should get going, you know?" He said, starting to stand up. Was he crying, too?        

"Wait!" I yelled. He stopped. "I do remember something else! The bee plushie. You took me to the store one time and I saw a bee. I was sad when you didn't get it, but I remembered the moment when you got me the bee plushie before you abandoned me. I was truly happy. I'm sure there were more happy memories that were buried under sad ones!" I told him. "Tubbo, that was the night I left you. I only did that because it was the last chance I would have to be your father. Telling yourself I ever made you happy would be a lie." With that, he quickly left the room, almost slamming the door. I sat on the hospital bed in disbelief.

Yet again, I never had the chance to say goodbye.