:: 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

5- Ouch

TRIGGER WARNING- this chapter contains Gore, guns, etc. If needed, you can skip this chapter.

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Tubbo opened his eyes with a small yawn, rubbing them in a poor attempt to wake up more.

He let out a sigh, sitting up in his bed.

Honestly, it was just a couple of blankets and pillows on the floor.

He looked around, and saw that everyone else wasn't there.

It sent a bit of panic and fear into him, but he quickly smashed it down.

He probably just woke up late, everything was fine.

Tubbo stood up and smoothed his clothing down, he needed to find new clothes.

He walked over to the door and peeked his head out, looking around for any sign of life.

There was none, perhaps they were all in the cafeteria?

Tubbo stepped out and closed the door behind him, and walked down the white hall.

It still hurt his eyes, considering he was still waking up.

Tubbo found the door rather quickly, and walked inside.

There were several guards, all dressed in black, all of them holding guns.

Tubbo's eyes widened in shock, his heart going faster in fear.

He was so so so close, Tubbo would be damned if he spent the rest of his life here.

One of the guards turned to him, raising their gun and pointing their gun directly at his chest.

"Tubbo no!" A voice shouted from - behind? Ahead? - of him.

All he could really focus on was the gun, and he took a step back.

Apparently, that was the wrong move, because all he felt was hot white pain.

It flared in his chest, and he crumpled to the floor.

Distantly, he could hear yelling and talking, but all he could focus on was the pain.

It burned, like burning water being splashed onto him.

Black dots filled his vision, a sharp ringing in his ear making itself known.

It made it harder to focus, and all he wanted to do was sleep, or rest his eyes.

Why did the walls have to be so bright? Couldn't they have choosen a different color?

He could hear footsteps - running towards him? Running away? - which seemed to get closer by the second.

More sounds of guns went of, and.it definitely sounded like a fight was going on.

Tubbo would have yelled 'go for the head', if he weren't feeling like he was going to throw up at the given second.

"He-bullet-near heart-out." A voice argued(Bad? Techno?)

"Can't-pain." Another retorted(maybe this one was bad?).

Tubbo could feel his eyes drifting closed.

"No no, Tubbo, bud I need you to stay awake for me okay?" A voice said.

Tubbo whined, mumbling incoherent things, despite that he made a effort to keep his eyes open.

He could hear more talking, before the same, comforting voice again. "This will only sting a little, 'kay?"

Tubbo mumbled again, something he didn't even understand.

He felt intense discomfort, as something went into his wound.

It hurt, therefore he decided he must get it out.

"No, sorry bud you can't do that."

Tubbo whined again in response, it hurt and felt weird, wasn't that a good enough reason to get rid of it?

It felt like hours, years, decades, before the thing left.

"You- you can sleep now, okay bud?"

Tubbo hummed, he felt tired, and everything still hurt.

His eyes drifted closed, and he quickly fell asleep.