Your Tubbo

꧁Where did you come from?꧂

'Y'know- why don't I go wake him up for you toms?' The president said quickly. The man got up to leave, hoping that Tubbo was awake and his injuries weren't too bad anymore. 'You won't have to.' A voice said from the wooden doorframe of the office. 'Wait- Tubbo?!' Schlatt exclaimed, confused about how the young boy got out. 'Tubbo? You were meant to wait outsideee!' Tommy drew out his words to be dramatic as always. The brunette just rolled his eyes at his best friends antics. 'Look Schlatt- tommy found me right after you two had your "meeting" about me and will.' Tubbo said, suddenly looking at his mysterious father. He raised his hands and put air quotations around the word meeting. He was ignoring his friend deliberately cause he knew Tommy wouldn't be too happy with the boy. 'Damn- i knew I shouldn't have left you there.' The man was frustrated and angry. 'Yeah you shouldn't have Schlatt- cause now I have back up' tubbo said, a spark in his voice. He was ready for a huge moment. Except it didn't come- 'PHIL! TECHNO! THAT WAS YOUR LINEEE!' The young brunette turned and called to the room behind him. 'Oh sorry tubbs-' the large pig hybrid wandered into the room behind Tubbo as tommy watched the ram's expression drop. Pure terror and fear was all it could be described as.

Jschlatt POV:

'Damn- I knew I shouldn't have left you there.' I was mad at myself. How could I make such a stupid mistake. Of course tommy would find him- 'Listen. It was his fault to begin with.' I knew the way this was going to go. 'HOW?! HOW WAS IT HIS FAULT?!' The blonde in front of him screamed. We were both as angry as each other... The adrenaline make me think through everything within a second. Why?- why had I done all this to my own son? It wasn't fair- and it was never his fault to begin with... but- wilbur- 'I DON'T KNOW TOMMY! MAYBE HIM BEING THE LITERAL CAUSE IF MY BEST FRIEND'S DEATH?! MAYBE THAT WAS IT?!' I could no longer control myself. Maybe it was the emotion, or the alcohol but I couldn't. I swiped at my desk that Quackity had organised just hours earlier. In the process, all the bottles- all the paperwork- all the photos... I could tell that Phil saw them fall.

Phil POV:
Stood in the doorway with techno, I watched the box fall. I saw the small paper rectangles flutter to the ground infront of my boys. I couldn't let Tubbo know. I'd spent so long making a perfect life for him, I couldn't let him find out now. 'TUBBO!' My feeble attempt at a distraction caught both of their attention just long enough for Schlatt to pick up the majority of the old photographs. 'What is it Phil?' Tommy looked at me. I caught Will's eye from outside the window and he ushered for us to get out. 'I- I think we should go.' Techno spoke for me, also having seen Wilbur's gesture. The ram now had his head on the desk, seemingly crying while holding... something. 'Okay then.' The younger of the two said as he begun to walk towards the door. Tommy followed close behind. 'Techno, Tommy, Tubbo. Go wait outside with Will.' The man sat at the wooden desk perked up at the sound of the name. 'Wait- Will's alive?-' Schlatt sniffled as my sons walked out the door. 'Yes he's alive. He wouldn't be if it weren't for Bad.' I retorted. Schlatt stood up and strode  towards the door, getting ready to push me out the way. 'And where do you think your going?' I stood in his way. The president's face crumpled like a piece of paper. He knew I had no plans of letting him through. 'To see my best friend Phil.'
'What? The best friend you left to die?!' I didn't even realise I was shouting at this point. I felt a cold, unwelcome tear roll down my face. He was so desperate to see my son yet he was the obstacle between his survival and his untimely death. I was so angry at him... 'Just let me through Phil!' The goat man shouted back at me, copying my tone. I couldn't stand him anymore. I balled my hands up and watched them fly towards his face. I punched him. 'You're careless. Really, really careless.' I muttered, just loud enough for Schlatt to hear as I turned to leave. I had to make sure Tubbo was okay.