Not Everyone Can Be A Hero | Bench Trio

Chapter 7

Tubbo's POV

I stare at Tommy for quick second before I jump out of the car and run to the front door. If Tommy saw that he had done that he would take his anger out on me!

I open the front door and run through the house to me and Tommy's room. I'm screwed! If he realizes he will be mad that I didn't push him off of me.

I pace around our room trying to calm myself down. I'll just pretend it didn't happen. Yeah. That'll work.

I look around the room and walk over to the small tree I have been growing. It's a lemon tree that I grew a few months ago. I like it because it smells clean and since it is yellow and green. It's starting to die since it can't get alot of sunlight in the winter.

I peak my head out of the door to make sure nobody is coming. I close it quietly and walk back over to the little tree.

I place a hand on it and close my eyes. I picture in my head for the tree to be all healthy and for it to even have a couple lemons. I feel my energy getting sucked away as I don't use my power that often. I stop since I start to feel really lightheaded.

I slouch to the ground and look at the tree. Just as I pictured. A healthy tree with around 20 lemons on it. I smile that it worked. Sometimes it will just drain me and the plant will still look the same.

I consider picking a lemon off of my tree. I want to go show Techie. I think it hurts the plant, so I'll just bring him here to look at it.

I don't want to talk to Dad since I almost made him crash while on the road because of a slip up I made.

I walk out of the room to Techno's which is just across the hall. I knock on his door before walking in. He's just sitting at his desk with Wilbur laying on his stomach on his bed scrolling through his phone.

"Oh, hey Tubbo! Do you need something"

I nod and sign to him about wanting to show him something. He smiles and shaked his head while Wilbur is waiting for him to translate.

"If you can talk Tubbo. Use your words." Wilbur muttered. My smile drops at this statement. I don't like speaking. I feel scared that I'll mess up and be made fun of.

I look down and shake my head as I walk out of the room. I close the door and walk back to my room. As I pass Phil's room I can hear him and Tommy laughing.

I feel like an outcast in my own family. I let our a small sign as I walk to the bookcase and grab a book about people who are gifted.

I skim most of it, looking for something about having trouble controlling your powers. However something caught my eye. In families the sibling will all have powers along the same line.

Usually if someone in the family has a manipulation power entire family has something along those lines.

Techno, Will, and Tommy all have a power to do with a sense. Will controls sound. Tommy can control light therefore people seeing. Techno can control his touch and nerves. Which is why he can't die. He subconsciously will control his body to heal abnormally fast.

What does plants have to do with senses? Maybe it's just something rare that can happen. Yes, that's it!

I look up from the book whenever Tommy walks in. He for some reason pats me on the head and freezes.

This is weird behavior especially for someone who says he hates me on the daily.

Tommy looks me in the eyes before running out of the room while screaming Dad's name.

"PHHHILLLLLL!"

I freeze and just listen to the conversation.

"What's wrong, Tommy?"

"Toby has horns! I touched his head and I felt them poke my palm!"

Dad made a small hum before I heard footsteps coming to our room. It was more than one person for sure.

Dad poked his head in with his usally striped hat still on.

"Hey mate! How are you doing?" As he spoke more he would pet me on the head, ruffling my hair every here and there.

I realize what he is doing and I grab his hand. As I grabbed his hand small little vines snaked up his arm coming fron the hand touching him.

I tried stopping it, but they continued to go farther up his arm to where some were visible on his neck. More kept coming and coiling aorund Dad's arm. He tried to let go but his entire arm was completely engulfed in tight vines. I tried to let go, but I couldn't.

Tommy was watching in horror from the door frame. I look to him for help bur he just runs off.

He comes back with a knife. As confused as I was I let him do his thing. He gave me a glance asking a question and I just nodded. I have no clue what he was asking.

I just wanted it to stop. I felt like I was gonna faint with all the energy being used that I couldn't make stop.

Tommy grabbed my wrist and in one motion tried to cut the vines coming from my hand. He was too close though and he cut my hand open. Leaving a huge gash in it with deeper wounds since the knives grooves ripped the vines from my hand.

I let out a loud blood curdling scream. I clutched my hand holding it by the wrist. I let myself cry that day. As I sobbed holding my hand. The scar that was left from the day I lost control was there till when I would die.

I looked to Tommy and smiled. His face was full of guilt and sorrow. I gave him a reassuring glance despite still crying.

That Day Was The First Day Tommy Did Something For Me.

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