A New Addition - Sleepy Bois Inc AU

~ Monsters ~

TW:: Blood, panic attacks, body horror, puss, needles (I'm not sure if this needs a warning)

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"Wilbur?" Tubbo spoke from his hospital bed, looking at the sleepy boar at the end of his bed, his bright red cheeks swollen and wet.

Tubbo tried to get up from his laying position only to be pushed down by another person in the room.

"You gotta stay down, buddy." Phil spoke from the boys side, his voice obviously drained. "You've been through a lot buddy."

"My stomach hurts..." The little moobloom whined, his hard gently caressing the bandages that wrapped around his frail belly and across his shoulder.

"I know buddy, I know."

"What happened?"

"I don't know," Wilbur budged in suddenly- "You tell us."

"I..." He bit tried to think of the last thing he remembered before he blacked out.

He really did.

But all he could remember was being stared of the same monster that appeared in his dreams and therapy sessions.

"A what, Tubbo?"

"I seen a monster." He finally mumbled after the silence got too much.

Phil kneeled next to the bed and grasped Tubbo's small hand. "What kind of monster?"

"A white one! With uh... green eyes and black specks."

"White with black specks?" Phil questioned. "The only thing I know is the complete opposite- black with white speck."

"Really?" Wilbur asked in confusion.

"Endermen. Sometimes they have little white freckles." Phil chuckled.

"Hey!" Tubbo smiled. "My friend is an enderman!"

"Your friend?"

Tubbo's face was a bright red, his smile growing with each word. "He was my friend when I was with papa! He used to take me to this area with a ton of flowers! I was a bumblebee, like in the world you took me to."

Wilbur and Phil exchanged glaces then looked back at Tubbo. "What was his name?"

"I don't know if it's right, but I think I remember...." He thought for a moment before saying "I guess I don't remember."

Phil laughed and ruffled Tubbo's sensitive head, dead petals falling out of his messy hair.

Just then, everything came into focus.

Beeping of a machine rang through Tubbo's ears, making them hurt. Something sharp, probably a needle, was impaling the boys arms and a numb feeling could be felt from his waist down.

"Am I dying?"

"What?"

"I can't feel my legs, dad." The boy muttered, his speech becoming slurred.

"You're not dying, kid. You're just... recovering." Phil spoke with uncertainty in his voice. He then pulled up a chair next to Tubbo's bed and sat.

Tubbo smiled once more.

"I'm tired."

"Then sleep, bud." Phil rubbed circles on his arm as a sign comfort.

"But I've been asleep for so long..." The little moobloom slowly turned his head towards his father figure.

"Sleep is good for you." Wilbur stood up and sat next to Phil. "The doctors are taking good care of you."

The beeping started to grow faster and more faint as Tubbo's eyes grew heavy.

The last thing the boy heard before falling asleep was loud footsteps rushing to his sides and the calming colors that flooded his mind.

. . . 

The doctor turned to one of the nurses, who handed him a needle with a light brown substance. "Put this in his arm." His voice calm and sturdy.

"Thank you."

The doctor carefully positioned the needle in the appropriate area on his arm before inserting the needle, injecting the stinging liquid into Tubbo's frail arm.

One of the nurses took the suction cups that hung from the machine and started placing them in the appropriate places on the boys mostly naked body, the only thing covering him was a towel over his lower area.

Tubbo remained motionless during the procedure, until the machine was finally turned on.

"Get ready."

Everyone nodded and prepared for the horrors they were about to witness.

Just like the training video...

The woman's screams were turned down by the remote, but they were still very loud. She screamed and kicked and thrashed... 

A few times she almost fell off the bed. 

Four others were in the room- a man holding her arms down and a woman at each of her legs while the doctor injected her with medicine and needles.

After all the different things were injected, the doctor went to the machine itself and started pressing buttons, making the woman scream louder and louder. 

Finally, the last button was pressed. The woman's body froze in black; her mouth agape and eyes wide with tears, her tongue was split and fingers were tightly handing onto the bed sheets. 

Within seconds, her body went limp and her skin was pale. She wasn't dead, but she was close to it.

And that's what happened to Tubbo.

Same exact thing.

The same pain, the same screams, the same desperate kicks.

The only difference was that this procedure was shorter now that they knew what they were doing.

The doctors were sweaty and panting, on the verge of collapsing from tiredness. 

Though they would never know how Tubbo was feeling.

 "I will tell his family he is alive." The male nurse spoke, keeping his deep breaths contained and steady. 

The mans legs were slightly shaking as he walked, closing the room door behind him.

He was sure the whole hospital heard because when he walked out of the room, the faces that were near looked away. 

On his way to the waiting room, people gave him weird looks. 

Finally, he was standing in front of the family.

"Is our boy alright?" The mother frantically asked, holding her crying daughter close. 

The nurse let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"He is awake."

The three words were like music, but music that's been tampered with. A once happy tune turning bitter.

"Okay, but is he okay?" The father asked this time, the tiredness showing.

"He is in a lot of pain, they're getting stuff to ease it as we speak." The nurse sighed. "He is out of the coma but he is now resting. It will be a few days before he adjusts." 

The brother seemed to have a smirk, but it was gone as soon as it was there.

"Can we see him?"

"Of course, right this way."

Walking back to the room was almost enough pressure as walking out, more eyes watching and judging. 

They entered the room...

The doctor and other nurses had left, leaving Tubbo's sleeping form alone.

The mother sat the girl down on a chair in the corner and walked up to her boy. The father and brother stayed behind.

The twisted smile on the brothers face was shining through the dim room. 

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