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Independance [1]

Hey! There might be two or mor parts of this :)

Tubbo had been pretty much independent his whole life.

From his abandonment, to his adoption, to even his presidency, most of everything he did was for himself, or others.

He never got help, most of the time he just accepted what was given to him and made the most out of what he could get his hands on.

It had never really bothered him.

Until he met Ranboo.

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He knew Wilbur had been trying his best.

Phil was always gone, always on one quest or another to get food on the table and money in the wallet to pay for three growing boys.

They never really could pay for a babysitter, so Wilbur was put in charge of two toddlers.

Tommy had been a fussy child, requiring a lot of attention and constant reassurance, and if left to his own devices, he would wreck the house.
Wilbur would have to stay by his side at all times, bags growing under his eyes and hair growing into brambles as the wild toddler robbed him of sleep.

Tubbo, who was not much older than Tommy, had seen the way Wilbur would slump in his chair after getting Tommy to eat a meal, the way he would only sleep after both he and Tommy had been tucked into bed.

He saw, the first night Dad didn't come home.

The brunette had gotten up to ask Wilbur to get him a glass of water; he had awoken thirsty after a strange dream.
And he had witnessed it by the door.

How Wilbur had sat by the phone, a sleeping toddler in his arms, and cried.

Too young, too young, the wind had whispered through the window.
Wilbur whispered back his own words. Curses.

Tommy had, for a brief moment, whispered under his breathe a word that had made Tubbo confused at the time, but now he realized the terrible truth.

Bleary with sleep, the toddler had asked,
"Dada?"

Tubbo had watched silently as his older brother's eyes welled up with tears, and watched him wipe them away.
Push them down.

"I'm not Dada, Tommy," he had whispered in the dark room.

"I'm not Dada."

Tubbo had returned to bed without his desired glass of water.

And from that point on, the toddler took it upon himself to be brave, to not make trouble.

For the boy who had become a father at twelve.

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As soon as Tommy had taken his hand and dragged him into the server, there was a plethora of things to be done.
Armor for Tommy and himself, a house, potions and weapons for fights, etc, etc.

Tubbo had grown up with Tommy, and quickly realized that Tommy would much rather start a fight than finish it, so he would make the tools and the weapons so Tommy didn't end up rushing into battle with nothing and killing himself.

Call it an act of brotherhood.

It wasn't that Tommy was stupid, no of course not.
He was simply reckless, it had been that way since birth.

And Tubbo always had to be the one to help him out after, during, or before the fight.
He learned to cook.
He learned how to use medical equipment.