Random One-Shots

DSMP - Tubbo

TW: Anger, depression, basically Tubbo is just really angry and overwhelmed. Also writting off plans due to this shiz and being busy. Let me know if I missed any!

God, I've got to get these papers done.

"Tubbo! How are you man?" Tommy called as he walked into my office.

"I'm fine Tommy, just really busy. You know, got to keep the nation running and what-not." I laugh, but I'm in pain. I don't have time for all of this, but it has to be done tonight, otherwise who knows what will happen.

"Oh come on man! You're always doing paperwork! We had plans tonight! We were going to go mining together."

"I'm sorry Tommy, I just don't have time right now. I have a lot of work to do."

"You never have time, just last week you made plans and promised to hang out with me. We were going to go hunting."

"I have to keep the nation going, make sure everything is going in the right direction."

"Whatever, man, do what you've got to do I guess." Tommy leaves my office, sadness creeping onto his face.

Sadness, that's an emotion I like to think I know. It's been craving my attention recently. Or, I guess that was really it's brother, depression.

Depression craves all of my attention, but I just don't have time. I have papers to write, decisions to make, I mean, I'm just a kid!

I don't know what's best to do when taking care of a nation! I don't even know why Tommy picked me to be president. Especially because right after that the whole thing blew up.

No-body respects my decisions either. I'll tell someone to do something, and they'll act as if it's a request. I don't have time to do anything, and I don't have anybody helping me either.

I just need to get these papers done. Just a couple more.

God, it's late. No wonder Tommy came to find me, it's almost one A.M. I need to get to sleep.

I don't have time for sleep, I have to get these papers done. I can't get help, no-one will listen.

As I'm thinking about this, Ranboo walks into my office. "Mr. President? May I come in?"

I sigh, trying to weigh my options. It's probably another request that will require paperwork, but if I don't see him now, he'll just come back later and request it then. "Come in."

"I was walking by Tommy, and he seemed upset. He said this is the fourth time you've cancelled plans with him?"

"I have paperwork that needs to be done." I try my best to speak without emotion, I almost think I've done a good job, but I can hear the resentment in my voice.

"Is something the matter with the two of you?"

"No, I just have work."

He pauses for a second. "How long have you been sitting at your desk, Tubbo?"

"I-I guess I don't know, days? Weeks? It feels like forever." I laugh, trying to play it off.

He, however, saw right through that. "Have you eaten, Mr. President?"

I pause, lightly shaking my head, pulling a paper closer to me and grabbing my pen.

"I think you should take a break, Tubbo."

"Why does everyone think they get to tell me what to do!" I slam my fist down in anger. Seeing Ranboo flinch slightly, I calm down. "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that. You're just trying to help."

"No, you're right. If you have paperwork to get done, I have no right to tell you you can't do it." He pauses for a moment, walking away. "I was just saying I think you should take a minute. Eat something, Mr. President."

"Thank you, Ranboo, for your input. Did you need anything else?"

He pauses at the door, like he wants to say something. "No, I'm good Mr. President. I'll get out of your way." He walks out of the door, shutting it behind him.

I go back to my work, forgetting to eat again. Tommy doesn't come back.

{622 Words}
Look, I'm projecting onto Tubbo again! Look at me go. Maybe I'll do a part 2, would anyone be interested in that? I'm pretty sure someone reads this book?