Maybe not?

chapter 7

Trigger Warnings:

- swearing

- gore? not rlly just a bit at the start

- mentions of sewer slide (NOTHING TOO BAD)

- domestic violence

- implied homophobia

- bad dream (as in nightmare not the character)

"How many fucking times do i have to tell you?" There was a big shadow looming above, Tubbo backed up further, curling in on himself while pressing more towards the wall until he hit what felt like a body.

"This is all your fault." The shadow stepped into the moonlight, illuminating a very familiar face. It was Schlatt.

Tubbo half turned, mainly trying to shield his face from whatever was coming. He slightly opened his eyes while still facing more towards the wall.

That was a big mistake.

The thing that felt like a body? Yeah, that was the mangled corpse of his brother. Tubbo was going to throw up, his brother was right there, a permanent smile on his mangled face, eyes open yet unseeing, and maybe the worst part - or at least for Tubbo, were the words "Your fault." carved onto his brother's forehead.

Yeah, he was so going to be sick.

"Tubbo." Huh, that one sounded different. Closer? louder? maybe. "Tubbo, please. Wake up Tubz it's not real." The voice sounded panicked? That's weird. "Tubbo please, it's not real! I'm right here, you're ok, you're real, please, please, please Tubbo, please." Why was the voice begging?

He felt something in his hair, hands he realised, before he woke up with a start. He was short of breath, his cheeks were warm and sticky from tears.

Shit. Tears? No. No no no no no. SHIT!

Tubbo looked over to the side of his bed. His brother was sitting there watching him, there were tears in his eyes too.

"Tubbo! He's not hurting you anymore, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you anymore Tubz I'm so sorry." Dream had him wrapped in his arms, which Tubbo was entirely thankful for.

"Dream, it's not your fault, it was just a nightmare. It's ok now though so don't worry." Dream nodded but didn't loosen his arms at all. Instead, he hugged tighter putting a hand in Tubbo's hair and squeezing, seemingly trying to convince himself that Tubbo was ok more than Tubbo was.

"Tubz I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left earlier. He wouldn't have gotten you if I had been there. Please I'm so sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." Dream was repeating the word sorry like a mantra.

"Dream. I don't blame you at all. All this, everything? it's all Schlatts doing. Dont forget that." He squeezed Dream back before letting go and trying to get up.

The sudden movement caused a rush to go to his head, black and white filled his vision and he quickly sat back down and blinking rapidly.

The memories of from only hours prior flooded back to his mind, honestly Tubbo was too exhausted for this, he was going to pass back out from lack of hydration, sleep, food, and will to live. Not that Tubbo would ever... God no. He loved everyone too much to ever do that.

The memories kept shoving their way forward in his mind till he had no choice but to relive them.

"TURN AROUND AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN LITTLE BITCH!" Tubbo was cowering in the corner of the room. back pressed up against the wall and head hanging low in subconscious submission.

Tubbo turned shakily back towards Schlatt but kept his eyes closed.

"Open your eyes and face me like a man. Or can't you even do that you wimpy piece of shit." Schlatt moved a step closer. "Huh? You're weak, those stupid stickers and makeup making you into a girl? No son of mine will ever be seen looking like that."