IRL Tubbo Angst

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I made my way to my desk and set everything up. I was still in a lot of pain but I was able to put on a happy face through most of the stream. In the middle of the stream, I suddenly felt huge amounts of pain in my stomach. I fell to the ground and passed out from all the blood loss.

I woke up not too long later with wilbur and Tommy still in my ears shouting if I'm alright. I got up and said I had to go to the bathroom. I walked to the bathroom and opened the bandages, just to reveal the blood was everywhere but it had stopped bleeding for the most part.

I quickly cleaned everything up and got back to my stream again, this time doing my best trying to ignore what just happened. The rest of the stream went fine except my friends being all worried about me. they don't really care they're just doing it to look good
but what if they do care?? they don't. they don't care. they do not care. those were the words I heard over and over again.

I eventually ended my stream when I got too tired. Tommy wanted to keep talking but I just wanted to sleep a whole night for once and not hear those damn voices.

"are you alright, man? you usually love to talk till late at night?"

"yeah I'm fine I just didn't get much sleep last night"

"you said that yesterday too"

"I know guess I just don't get lots of sleep when we talk so late"

"tubbo are you sure you're okay?" I forgot wilbur was in the call.

"yep!" I tried to sound happy but I failed miserably. they eventually left it alone and let me leave. I left the call and got up from my chair. I didn't feel shit the whole day other than pain. do it. you'll feel better. I got my razor blade and made as deep cuts as I could. it didn't work very well the razor blade was extremely cheap.

The next few days went on as normal. my dad would come home, beat me up, I'd stream, talk to friends, eat the most I could, until eventually it was the day Tommy would arrive. I was hoping my dad wouldn't beat me up while Tommy was here, but I didn't know for sure.

I got up as normal. I changed my bandages and got into a call with Tommy. he was on his way on a train currently.

"Dude this train is so cool it's got like screens and stuff you can watch shit on!!"

"does that even exist?"

"apperantly!!"

We talked for a few hours more until my dad finally got home. Of course it was too good to be true. He had been gone for a few days already so he eventually had to get home. I said my byes to Tommy and quickly opened my room door, just to see my dad standing there looking right at me. The stench of whiskey hit me hard. He was obviously drunk. He did the usual beating. He kicked me down, punched and kicked me a couple times, and finally burnt my skin with hot iron.

After that, he just left. He didn't even tell me how worthless I am or how no one cares. I guess he was in a hurry to get out. I went downstairs and got an apple and ate a couple bites from it before throwing the rest away. Tommy was about to arrive. I could still smell the whiskey around the house but I was hoping he didn't notice.

i heard my doorbell ring and I went to open it.