MCYT Angst Oneshots

I HATE MY MOM (part two) ~Tubbo~

a/n: it's bad but also the og was also bad. i owe everyone who wanted a part two this, so here.

TW/CW: abuse, slurs, repeated phrases, blood, crying, mentions of hospitals, lmk if i missed something

"Mum? MUM GET OUT MY STREAM-"

"Get over here you worthless piece of shit." She slurred, and Tubbo whimpered. At least the world would know...

"Big man? Tubs are you alright?" Shit. Tommy was still on call with him- shitshitshitshitshitshit-

"Who the fuck is this? Your fucking boyfriend, you fag?"

"No, mother. This is Tommy, he's been here before."

Tommy sat silently, baffled. The woman he had met at Tubbo's house had seemed so nice, so welcoming...

"Right, because you're a fucking whore. Probably fucking around with ten other guys. If you'd been a girl I would've made you perfect. But no, it's always 'Mother, I have a job', 'Mother, I'm dropping out of college to stream full time', 'Mother, Tommy and I are going to film a vlog', 'Mother, I'm a guy, I'm not a girl', 'I'm sorry, Mother.' I'M FUCKING SICK OF IT!" She screamed.

Tubbo flinched. He knew his chat would be going crazy. How could this happen... Normally she would buy him something the morning after as an apology, unless something got really bad, and she wasn't there that morning. But if she found out the whole world knew....

He wasn't sure it would matter if God descended from the Heavens to save him. He'd be dead.

He vaguely realized he was crying. His mother was shouting in the background. Oh God, was Lani safe? The thought of his little sister getting hurt sent him spiraling even further.

"Big man, breathe for me please." Tommy said anxiously.

Tubbo can't, he can't breathe oh God, oh-

His mother's hand connected with his cheek.

"Fucking snap out of it, fucker. Jesus Christ. Maybe you are just a girl, you act so much like it. Boys don't cry, but apparently you can't even be a man correctly."

He can't do anything right, can he? Suddenly he was numb, his face devoid of emotion. Nothing truly mattered, did it?

"Toby, please, it's Tom. I need you to breathe. Please, Tubbo." Right, breathing. That was a thing he could do. Definitely.

"Get over here, whore." His breathing was shaky.

Tubbo stood up, emotionless, and walked to his mother. Chat was going crazy. They all wondered what in the FUCK was even happening. Tommy called to police.

"Tubs, the police are- OH MY GOD TOBY!" Tubbo noticed vaguely that he was now on the floor and bleeding out of his nose. Huh.

He wasn't quite sure what happened, only that his mother left. The police were there. He blacked out. They wondered what would happen. Chat lie in wait.

The stream never ended, any time someone would click on, they would be greeted with the sight of an empty room. All ccs went dark. No news.

It could've been a happy ending for Tubbo a week ago. Maybe, he would've gotten out of the hospital, and years later, joked with Tommy about all of it.

He was in a coma, Dream said. They wouldn't be streaming for a while. They weren't sure Tubbo himself was willing to wake up.

They said they wouldn't be streaming for a while.

But Tubbo's stream was still going. Never ending. A reminder of a generation's comfort, who may never come back to end that stream. Who knows if it even will end?

A never ending stream.

Kind of ironic.