||it's hot as fuck in Brighton right now.
||im using my neighbours internet because mine is broke so yuh
Tubbo POV [ sorry I said I wasn't gonna do povs but just why not]
Schlatt and Alex argued alot. Mostly about me. Quack was a good drunk but he wasn't. He'd throw bottles at me and Alex, ide come to school with bruises and scars but I hid them so no one noticed. I did love schlatt with some of my heart because there was a little spark of kindness in him that would come round very rarely. Tommy never noticed, nor did Wilbur,techno or even phil because I hid it so well. The 8 years ide been practicing hiding things had payed off. I was sneaky, sly but I didn't use it for wrong doings.
Schlatt had dropped me to school and I was in a baggy hoodie to hide the scars and all things like that, I never knew we had art that day. I rolled up my sleeves forgetting I had bleeding wounds, tommy saw. My blood ran cold. "Hey what happened to you man?" I sat in pure silence. "So." I could feel myself spilling out with words explaining all the shit that happened to me all my life. "I will square up with that fuckin monster." tommy exlaimed shaking his fists. " I wouldn't, honestly. Please don't tell anyone about anything I just told you." I pleaded, he acepted gradually. We moved on. Same old, same old. Until the teacher Announced that there would be a 'bring your parents to school day' I was paralysed for about 40 seconds until tommy took my out of my mental state of shock by slapping my around the face. It was familiar, ah yes. him.
I told schlatt that it was bring your parents to school day tomorrow. Surprisingly he accepted very politely, this was because he was sober. Night fell, I slumped into bed after loosing an argument with the shite drunk dad I had been put with. I hugged my bee close to my chest and fell asleep crying.
The day came, I was awoken by the loud crash of a bottle. He'd started drinking at 7 am. I decided I would take him to school. Quack drove us there but couldn't stay for long because he had a drug dealing business. I met tommy at the gates. "That's your dad?" He whispered. I nodded as schlatt struggled to get through the door as his horns got stuck on the doorframe. He hadn't changed he still had that scruffy beer stained business t shirt that was untucked that had about 8 different diseases living on it. Phil came well postured, clean and smelling fresh but the only thing off about phil were the bags under his eyes, he'd look like he hadn't slept in 4 years which he hadn't.
