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-Tubbo POV-
Techno and Wilbur had graduated and I was 13 along with tommy.
Quackity was like one of them Latina strict moms but he was also really nice and jschlatt was just ordinary schlatt. They both worked in this big company 'manburg.co' which was this large building in the centre of manburg. Schlatt was the president and quackity was the vice. I never got to go in the building but we always drove past it on the way to school.
Apparently wilbur was working at manburg.co, I never told Tommy that my dads worked there.
Jschlatt would call quackity names and make fun of him but he didn't care, it was constant so we got used to it. Schlatt would head off to work every day and come back drunk, because he would drink at work.
quackity handed me my bag full of sleepover things 'Thank you.' I said politely grabbing the bag from him, he had blood stains on his apron and a ten inch scar across his face. "No problem luv." Quackity said ruffling my hair "Make sure you ask Phil what time you having dinner, same with breakfast. Your dad will pick you up tomorrow." I nodded and waved as I headed out of the filthy apartment building. I strolled down the streets of manburg making my way to phils house, it was quite large but it was enough to fit a family of 4, well 5 because their mother apparently was a Samsung smart fridge. Which I found quite confusing. I finally made it to phils house. "Heh?" techno murmured as he opened the door. "Hi techno." I said looking up at him. "Oh hey tubbo, come on in tommy has been waiting for you." we strolled inside. It was grand and beautiful, a lot better than the place I had been living for my entire life. Tommy ran and hugged me. "Tubbo!" Tommy screamed. "Hi tommy." I said as I awkwardly hugged him. "Phillll. Wheres tubbo sleeeping." Tommy shouted up to phil who was working on his computer upstairs. "He can sleep on the floor in your room, tommy. Just place a few pillows and a blanket, that should do the trick." Philza yelled. We both ran upstairs and played minecraft for 4 hours until it was time for dinner.
"Fucking finally." Wilbur moaned "Will do you mind waiting a second." Phil said calmly. "What do you want me to do, pray to Jesus?" He said sarcastically. "I think everybody should pray to me because I'm better than Jesus." Tommy butted in "Can you not start this now." wilbur said. "Will come on mate." phil parted the arguing. "Disown them phil." Techno mumbled. "Wilbur did you put fucking salt in my water?" Tommy said spitting out the water. "Yeah I would say I made a 'Saline Solution" he said strumming notes on his guitar. "Good one will." I said lightly chewing. "This food tastes like shit." Wilbur scoffed. "I actually quite like the food phil, thank you." Tommy said politely. "Stop sucking up to dad." Wilbur argued. "I'm not sucking up to dad you bitch." Tommy snapped. "Right I'm done with my food." I said pushing away the plate. "You've only eaten a little bit." Phil said tapping the table. "You got something like Anorexia or somin'." tommy said chewing loudly. "N-no." I said running up to the bathroom. What had come over me? Why was I throwing up? Was it because of schlatt? Quackity did feed me, not enough tho. "What the actual fuck." Tommy burst open the door of the bathroom. "Your thin as fuck." Tommy stood watching me wash out my mouth. "Phillll. There's something wrong with tubbo." Tommy shouted in the doorway of the bathroom. Phils boots stomped up the stairs. "Now what's going on here." Phil said perching his hands on his hips. You could here the faint arguing of Wilbur and techno. "He's skinny as fuck!" Tommy yelled and fetched for Wilbur and techno. "Wha- how, I can see your ribs. How have you got all these scars and open wounds?" Phil questioned. I stood still. I did love schlatt with a bit of my heart, maybe a molecule but I didn't want to tell anyone. Techno and Wilbur rushed upstairs. "Heh?" Techno mumbled. They walked into phil butting bandages around my open wounds. "What the fuck went wrong in the matrix." Wilbur exlaimed. "The exact same question here." Phil murmed. "Right your all bandaged up." Phil said washing his hands. "Now let's give him some space, ok?" Phil told the boys and they all flooded out, techno went into the backyard to harvest potatoes and Wilbur went into his bedroom, shutting his door, Phil went to his offic to carry on working. Tommy came into the bathroom. "Wilburs probably searching 'hot salmon pics.'" Tommy chuckled. "So about the whole situation, was it you dad?" Tommy whispered. I nodded "I will murder that motherfucker." Tommy said cracking his knuckles. "I told you not to." I whispered "Can we play bedwars now." I pleaded. We both ran into the bedroom and logged onto our pcs.
Morning came and schlatt came to pick me up. "I noticed scars on your sons body last night." Phil sighed "what. whatcha say?" Schlatt slurred his words "scars on your sons body." Phil repeated. "ok, can I have my son now?" Schlatt demanded. Phil pushed me to him, schlatt ruffled my hair aggressively and smiled at me very uncomfortably. We hopped into the alcohol smelling car and drove off. "So you told them huh, you little wimp." schlatt scoffed taking another swig of his bottle "I swear I didn't." I stuttered. "Don't lie to me, bitch. I know you did." schlatt pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't. Go on if you think your such a 'big man." He stared right at me. " I did-." He threw a bottle right at me, it smashed everywhere. "Shut up." He continued driving to the house. We finally arrived, quackity wasn't home. I could smell that another terrible night were to happen.
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