Prodigies and Privledge

Chapter 1: Prolouge

   TWS: Mention drugs and alcohol (brief but it mentions addictions) , mentions of mistreatment (brief)

Tubbo was tired of society. If you were to look it up in a dictionary it would say "an organization or club formed for a particular purpose or activity". To him it was just a machine built by oppressors; but he hasn't been able to take advantage of that yet, ever since he moved to fucking America.
Speaking of America, it fucking sucked.
   If you were to ask Tubbo why he moved to America he would say it was a business opportunity (he knew it was far from that but he did not want to explain the tragedy that is his family)
   Schlatt was a young, dumb, politician in London with too many dreams; one day he met a young woman with green eyes that Tubbo didn't know too much about. This combination created Tubbo's existence.
After he was about three, Schlatt decided that Tubbo was too much of a handful for him to be a single father, and instead of getting a nanny, he decided to get married.
    Quackity was his husband, since high school, they met at a bar (how romantic). It was less love at first sight and more Quackity needed to handle college debt. And if any cracks were to start showing, they would use flex tape /AN:that's a lot of damage/. (Although some things were harder to ignore, like schlatt coming home drunk, to accuse his husband of cheating on some stranger oversees, or how Quackity frequently vanished into random ally ways, or the stench of weed lacing the house.)
   Nevertheless it created stability ,or at least more of an image of a stable and put together family. That is until about a month ago, when it all started to go downhill.
It started with a rumor, that Tubbo could not confirm or deny was true. Apparently Schlatt had been caught driving home on a Friday night at 2:45am with a bottle of beer; which wasn't a big deal Quackity could easily get him out of it if it weren't so close to the election.
The other problem was Tubbo's ability had begun to manifest. He had simply been making pancakes one morning and discovered he could literally rearrange its shape with his mind. Quackity had taken him to the doctors (where they sat in tense silence) and they did testing on his ability. Tubbo could manipulate chemical compounds, meaning he could change size, color, shape, and even taste of his fucking pancakes and any other object he wanted.

As a way of keeping the world in order through natural selection (or something like that Tubbo didn't know) But as mankind evolved; a section of the population started to develop Abilities, supernatural powers that manifest based on one's personality- though it was usually triggered by mass amounts of either stress or trauma (this made the media even more mad at Schlatt). Of course there were many ways this was taken advantage of.
A number of facilities were made to "contain those with extrorodanary abilities" (it was really just a prison for the lower class with abilities). just nobody did anything wrong, just manifested their ability. Tubbo had learned that when they got in they were given a number as a name, and would get punished if they didn't use it. Only the smartest, strongest fighters would ever make it out of a facility, where they would train to become a hero the rest of them were sent off to be used for their powers (to Tubbo that seemed like a fate worse then dying). The SMP agency even held an event every couple of months, where they showed them off like objects, then made them fight they called it "The Manifesto of the Malevolent". Sounds illegal right? It wasn't, in fact the #1 hero in America endorsed this shit.
And then there was the fact that being a hero expectation when it came to his parents, he guess it might help politically if your son is a superhero. Nevertheless, It was always "Tubbo become a hero so you can save people" and not "Tubbo become a doctor so you can cure cancer" (not that he wanted to be either of those things).  But he still chose a favorite to please his parents: Awesamdude. He wasn't the #1 hero, in fact he barely made top 50 in worldwide hero rankings but that didn't matter to Tubbo. Most hero's were famous for one skill, one fight could make or break your career. But Sam made his way up the hierarchy through his numerous inventions for not only himself, but also his peers. It was what Tubbo wanted to be.
And that lead him to America, because apparently Awsamdude himself funded this school (or it was a lie to get Tubbo to come to America) either way it was going to fucking suck.

But that was where he ended up. Now instead of living in his parents fancy mansion (that never quite felt like home) he had to go to a fucking boarding school, for people with abilities, run by the same assholes who treated the same types of people like shit, at facilities. Although he assumed that they treated their paying customers much better, Schlatt had payed around 30k more just so he could get Tubbo his own private dorm (which really would isolate him from new people, but he was sure it was out of good intentions, right?). He had never been to an actual school before, it was usually some random ass nanny teaching him algebra and reading Shakespeare (being dyslexic 💅 and reading Shakespeare was not his strong suit). But he garthered his things into a suitcase and prepared himself for school of course not without overhearing his parent's "private" conversation (that was being blasted around their monument of a house)

"Who the fuck is this!?"
"It's a friend from work, you know I do more then lie about my stances on things for a living!"
"So you're calling your 'friend from work' sexy!? And I've seen the receipts! it's like you have 2 boyfriends on the side of your husband! Slut"
"Wait a minute I'm the slut!? You married me at fucking 17 years old!"
"-this is why I fucking hate you! Always seeing the negatives in every situation"
"At least I'm not an alcoholic!"
"At least I don't sell drugs!"

Yep that was Tubbo's cue to get going, otherwise he would end up getting involved (he had learned never to stay inside while they were fighting). He grabbed his things, stepped onto the porch and ordered himself an Uber. He couldn't wait for a nice quiet Uber ride. His thoughts were interrupted by horn being honked repeatedly, then sighed when he realized it was his Uber that was being a nuisance.

When he stepped into the car he was greeted with a lanky man with a yellow sweater and what he presumed to be his son "Hey, where to?"
Tubbo glanced back at his house "Um, to SMP academy please" and his son gave him a look of excitement that quickly turned bitter they started mumbling -"I won't Tommy" sweater guy said with a smirk.
The man started driving and they sat in silence that is until this man's child decided to start a conversation
"So do you happen to be a women enjoyer"
"What the fuck" Tubbo said without thinking
"You didn't answer the question, stranger. Do you even have a name? I bet you it's bitch boy!"
"First of all, who the hell names their child bitch boy second of all" Tubbo tapped yellow sweaters shoulder "can you please tell your son to stop cursing me out? I find it quite rude!"  Yellow sweater bursted out laughing while his son's(?) face turned red. "I'm not his fucking son" he said although it was extremely muffled due to his embarrassment, Yellow sweater cut in "This is my brother Tommy, and since all three of us are going to the same school we'll probably see each other around. I'm Wilbur" well that explained a lot. He looked around and decided that anywhere else this would be creepy, but something made it feel like home. Maybe it was the way the seats had spilt apple juice or the familial bond that the brothers had, but it gave Tubbo the courage to give America a chance
"I'm Tubbo, nice to meet you"

1399 words// AN Hey look it's a new book! Hope your days going well- what are we thinking? More fluff and angst to come (but mostly angst)

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Edited by A (Nishinoya4life )