One shots and headcannons (discontinued)

🏳️🏳️Tubbox

As the snow crunched under my feet the arguing of the twins began to lessen, I smiled turning to the two. One of them was wearing a maroon beanie, yellow sweater and round glasses a small amount of freckles dotted his face. The other had a red and white coat, square glasses, a crown, a scar running across his nose, and a bandage on his right cheek. I decided to join them in today's walk home because neither of them had a jacket or coat when they left.

You'd expect them to be embarrassed or annoyed but, no. They were glad I came along, I don't think any of the other kids would feel the same though I'm glad no one judged. Around halfway through the walk, somewhere near the middle of town Techno stopped, his ears twitched and he started looking around.

"Do you hear that?" Techno looked around the empty street and turned to face us. "Hear what?" Wilbur tilted his head and squinted at his older twin. Then it hit me —the sound of crying. The crying was faint and distant. "Yeah." My absent-minded answer was followed by me walking to the town square.

I looked around and soon I could tell the crying was close, I was near the frozen water fountain when the silhouette of a box was now visible in the snow. I walked towards it and brushed the excess snow off of it and saw a child —a small two-year-old with brown hair and pale beige skin. He was holding a rather large bee plush. I picked up the box and the child inside paused, it looked up at me with bright blue eyes.

"Why is there a child out here?" Techno's ears drooped down as the sound of crunching was heard behind him. "What? How long has that be out here." I sighed, the child must've been abandoned. "I don't know." I stood up with the box in hand. "Are we keeping it?" Wilbur peered from my side holding my arm. "Yes, now let's go." We pushed past the falling snow to avoid getting covered in it.

Reaching the house the two went their separate ways as I met up with Kristin in the living room. "Hi Phil- is that a kid?" She looked at the child I was holding with a questioning look of concern. "We found him near the water fountain covered in snow." I sighed, right after I felt shuffling. I looked down and saw the kid holding something, a note. As I began to read the note I felt pitiful for the child in the box.

My name is Tubbo I was born on December 23 2003. Unfortunately my father could not take care off me and most likely in a tipsy state of grief gave me up without thinking.

Thank you for finding him, please take good care of the little guy. His favorite animals are bees and his horns just started to grow-~_

The note ended in illegible writing due to the melted snow. “Are we keeping him?” Kristin put her finger in front of Tubbo, he held it in return. To say it was cute was an understatement. “Yeah, we're keeping him.” I smiled not noticing the small footsteps behind me. “I mean... We did keep Tommy.” Techno stated peering into the box, and we could hear Wilbur laughing behind us. “I guess we did.”

(A/n: Planning on making another one shots book exept it just mcyt family stuff. (Inspired by and requests) I am also planning on streaming (both YT and Twitch) so see you later.)

Ps. Imma call you guys chat from now on.

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