Little by little {Hybrid Benchtrio au}

4- Wilbur? Who's this?

(3rd Person) {Tubbo}

Tubbo walked the streets of his own country, getting quick glances from people, The people scurrying off in fright. He couldn't blame them. Tubbo had a huge scar on the right side of his face, leaving half of his face paralyzed. The scar took off part of his ear and made his right eye close slightly, his entire eye being a pure white.

Sure he looked creepy, but the old Tubbo was still there, he hadn't changed.
Much.
He grew up.
Got more responsible.

He continued his path through his country, with his head up. Maybe he'll just go and see Phil. He's not scared of him right? And maybe.. He might just know his parents.

Tubbos parents died telling him nothing. Maybe they told Phil. He was pretty old. (I promise I don't think he's old)

The significant figure continued his proud walk to his old friend, with his head held high and his hopes higher. He came to the street where his saw Phils house, compressed between two others.
It was a small town.

He came to the front door and pulled on the doorknob only to come in contact with a warm body.
"Oops. Sorry Tubbo, didn't know you were there." He heard a familiar voice say.
He looked up to be met with the gentle face of a brunette. He wore a yellow turtleneck and black jeans, his hair pulled back by a maroon beanie.
"Oh, Hey Wilbur.. Is Phil home?" the smaller male said softly.

"Um yeah. But he's a little busy with someone." The taller if the two said with a small smile.
"Really? Who?" The ram asked, curiously.

The taller of the two shrugged, "Dunno. He flew inside our walls."

Wilbur looked down at the ram and spoke, "So, what brought you out today. Must be important for the president to come down from his mansion."
Tubbo glared at the man, annoyed by the comment.
"I'm looking for someone. Thought Phil might know." Tubbo said, vaguely.

The brunette stared at Tubbo, suspiciously. That is, until the door opened and Phil looked between the two, "Oh, Am I interrupting something?"
They both looked to the man speaking and Tubbo spoke for both of them, "No. We were just chatting."

"Oh, alright." the older man said.
Tubbo spoke up, "Actually , I have a few things to ask you."
Philza looked to the youngest, "Of course, come on in. Sorry to make you wait, I had no idea you were here." he gave a small smile.
"Think nothing of it." Tubbo said confidently, stepping inside. Wilbur came along, not wanting to be left out. He also wanted to know what Philza had found out about the mysterious boy.

Once Tubbo had stepped fully inside, he saw a terrified looking boy. He was standing in the middle of the room and shifted awkwardly. The taller boy whipped his head to look at the boy.
How did he hear me? I haven't even got close to him.. Tubbo thought.

Tubbo shrugged it off, assuming that he can just hear really well. Tubbo took his place on the couch as the two older men entered the room.
"So, Tubbo? What was it that you wanted to ask of me?" Phil asked softly, "Its pretty rare for you to come down here, so it must be important."

Tubbo straightened his posture and held his head up, resting his hands in his lap. He kept glancing over at the mystery boy and spoke. " I want to know about my parents."
Phil looked at him confused, "Did you forget about them?"

Tubbo shook his head, "Not of them, but my brother." he said with a sharp tone. This baffled Phil more, "Ranboo? What of him?"
Tubbo shook his head once more, "Not Ranboo. My other brother."

Suddenly, it seemed to click into Phil's brain. "I couldn't tell you anything. They only spoke of him once. And it wasn't in a good way."
This comment made Tubbos blood boil. First, they had the audacity to send him off and forget about him then they talk ill of him??

He wished they were still alive, because he'd have them executed. For Child Abandonment.
He wished Phil knew more, but if he didn't then he'd get out of his hair. He turned to the scared boy that had been ping ponging between the three of them like a scared animal, and examined his features.

"Wilbur? Who's this? Is this the guy you were talking about?" Tubbo said, leaning closer to the boy. Something about this boy seemed familiar.
Wilbur gave a short answer of "Yeah" and continued with the conversation he was having with Phil.

The scared boy leaned back, avoiding touch. Tubbo, frustrated with himself, huffed and pulled away. "Who are you."

The taller male visibly tensed. "I-"
Tubbo interrupted him, " Why did you come into my country. Did you get permission? I don't recall getting any papers about someone moving into L'manburg. No one new."
Tubbo kept pressing, not letting the boy answer. He wasn't meaning to, he was stressed and annoyed that Phil had nothing on his brother, taking it out on anyone who'd let him. Even of it was this innocent, ignorant young boy.

The boy hadn't done anything wrong but Tubbo was fuming. The thought of his parents only aggravated things.
"Answer me!" Tubbo demanded, bursting at the seams.

Tubbo jumped to the feeling of a hand on his shoulder, turning to meet with the kind face of Phil.
"Don't take it out on him.. He doesn't deserve it.. He hasn't done anything to upset you.."
He said in his calming, fatherly voice.
Tubbo mellowed, "How could they.."

The chimera just observed their behavior, terrified out of his wits.

Philza pulled the small ram into a hug, soothing the boy. "I know.. What they did was terrible.."

The chimera spoke up, "L-l'manburg..?"

They both turned their attention to him, making him visibly tense again. "How much are you unaware of?" Phil asked, baffled. It had been at least 5 years since l'manburg was created. It had been known across the world. How could he not know? Phil, at first could see not knowing about Crying Obsidian, but now he doesn't know about L'manburg?

a/n Very quick chapter i know :)don't get used to it.