Flowers

Just a dream.

Tubbo often didn't cry. He often didn't shout. He often didn't show much negative emotions. He had almost forgotten why he didn't show negative emotion. That was until when the brunette woke up. He had remembered why he never showed anything. Tubbo had felt horrible. Absolutely horrible. Not just emotionally but also physically. He had wasted Ranboo's time with his own problems. He had trauma dumped. That wasn't okay.. Ranboo probably hated him. He was probably frustrated. The brunette opened his eyes and began speaking.
"... Ranboo, I'm- I'm sorry for- uh- Ranboo?"
No one answered. Tubbo had just realized how cold he felt. How.. Lost he was without the younger dirty blonde. The brunette looked around for Ranboo but to no avail. There was no sign he left or was there in the first place.
"Wow Tubbo, you're fucking dreaming about someone that doesn't exist.. Great. Just fucking great.."
He scoffed, before picking back up his bag and walking home. To be honest, Tubbo was just hoping that he dreamt he slept through school, and only took a small nap. Even if his parents really didn't notice him, the small brunette was sure they'd be absolutely pissed if they found out he skipped school. They already were mad at him enough for failing classes. He didn't need another thing on his plate.

However, when he got home, he instantly had to dunk, as his father had thrown something at him.
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?"
"I-I was at school.."
"AT SCHOOL? FOR A WHO-WHOLE DAY?!"
Tubbo winced at this, as he quickly cleaned up the beer bottle.. He wasn't at school for the whole day.. He was at a field for most of it with his "imaginary friend".. 

" WELL ARE YOU GOING TO ANSWER ME, GOD DAMMIT?!"
"... Ye-yes sir.. I was at a park then I dozed off.."
"WHO THE FUCK SAID YOU COULD GO TO THE PAR-"
"Schlatt! Sweetie! I'm back!"
Tubbo quickly sighed in relief as his other father walked in, tilting his head. The older ravenette gave Tubbo a side hug.
"Hey bud! Where were you? Your dad and I were very worried!"
".. You were probably off gambling.."
"Hm? What was that?"
"Nothing!"
"Hm.. Well anyways, you should go wash up. It's almost time for dinner."

The brunette wasted no time as he quickly ran to his room and set his book bag down. Tubbo sighed as he sat on his bed. He didn't want to go back out. He already heard his parents beginning to argue with each other.
"QUACKITY YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND! HE DOESN'T RESPECT US, NOR WILL HE EVER LOVE OR CARE FOR US! HE'S A PROBLEM CHILD AND A HIGH SCHOOL HAZBIN WAITING TO HAPPEN!"
"SCHLATT I AM NOT DEALING WITH THIS RIGHT NOW! HE IS A PROBLEM CHILD BUT WE HAVE JUST ONE MORE YEAR UNTIL HE CAN MOVE OUT! DEAL WITH IT!"

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Was he a problem child? Tubbo knew he wasn't the best kid, and he didn't have the greatest grades but.. Was he really gonna just become more of a wreck when he became older? The brunette sighed, shakily pulling out his stuff and setting it on his desk.. Tubbo didn't want his parents to suffer anymore. He didn't want his teachers to either, or the kids in his class, or Tommy.. Maybe there was a way to help them.. If he were to hypothetically die, then.. No one would have to worry! They wouldn't have to get frustrated with him.. Or try to make excuses for his actions.. Or listen to him rant about things such as bees.. It would be perfect! Dying didn't sound too bad.. He'd just have to figure out a way to do so.. A way to end it all quick and easily.. Maybe poison. Or- or a knife! Maybe a gun-

"Tubbo! It's dinner time!"

Right.. He wasn't allowed to die just yet. The brunette sighed, before standing up and walking back downstairs. He washed his hand before sitting at his chair as Quackity began serving the dinner.

"Sugar pumpkin, can I have the salt?"
"Of course, sweetie"

Wer-were they already back on good terms? Seriously? Tubbo sat there dumbfounded, before shaking his head and getting his own stuff. He just wanted to eat and go to bed. Despite how long of a nap Tubbo had taken, he was tired. Greatly, greatly tired. He didn't even know why. If it was that long of a nap, he should've been energized. But all the brunette wanted to do was sleep. And with that determination to get to sleep, Tubbo began eating his food slowly, just listening to Quackity and Schlatt talk.
Quackity avoiding any chats about his casino and Schlatt trying his hardest to avoid talking about how much alcohol he had drank. Both of them were very prideful in what they did. Mainly because they met each other by doing so. However it was never good to talk about it by Tubbo because "he didn't love them enough already". The brunette always found it stupid, but never said anything about it. What was the point when they wouldn't listen? That's right. There was none.

Tubbo looked down at his food, already feeling full. He had eaten most of it, so he looked back up at his brunette father, tilting his head. "Dad.. I'm full.." He said quietly, instantly catching Schlatt's attention.
"You're full?"
"Mhm.."
"Damn.. Alright, what ever."
"Make sure you put your plate in the sink, bud."

Tubbo gave a small nod towards his ravenette father, before standing up and putting his plate in the sink. He was tired. Very, very tired. So the faster he got everything done, the longer he could sleep. Yeah.. That sounded good. Tubbo quickly ran up to his room, before laying down on his bed under his covers. He should've been able to go to sleep then, however no matter how hard he tried his mind just went back to Ranboo. Was Ranboo real? Or a figment of his imagination? Tubbo didn't know. The idea of Tubbo just venting to nothing sounded pathetic, so he didn't want to think like that, however that was where he was going with his train of thought.
Hours passed, and Tubbo didn't even get a wink of sleep. All because of his thoughts. Many new ways to die, how Tommy was slowly abandoning him, how Ranboo was probably fake, how his parents wanted him to move out faster.. It hurt. The thoughts only tormented him. He wanted to stop. He wanted IT to stop.. Maybe.. Maybe he could just die now. No one would care..
No no no.. He wanted to see Tommy once.. Tell him good bye and how he's sorry. He wanted to hug his parents one last time, even if they treated him like shit. He wanted to say sorry to his teachers for making them deal with such a troubled kid. He.. He wanted to hold Ranboo last time and say his apologies. He wanted to do so much, however death seemed so much easier..
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Maybe easier wasn't the best option in this situation. Yeah.. He'd do all what he wanted first. With his new goal, Tubbo quickly closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to his own sleep, his thoughts still tormenting him slightly.

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