Hello everyone!
This is the sequel to 'Dancing under the stars'
Like the first one, im just going to wing it and see how it goes.
Also like always if Ranboo and Tubbo are uncomfortable with this, let me know and I'll take it down.
Also no smut only...
I knew my father wouldn't change, I just knew he wouldn't.
And here I am, in my old bedroom, with Michael and two maids helping me put my outfit together and mostly to watch me for me to not run away or escape or something.
I got put into a suit that was itchy and uncomfortable, same with Michael, who looked very uncomfortable.
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This was a pain, I didn't want to be here like ever again but of course someone had to find me and my family and take us to this awful place.
"B-be-ee?"
I turned around to Michael and frowned my brows, he looked so uncomfortable, I knew he wanted more comfortable clothing.
"Awww baby, come here" I said, squatting and opening my arms and he ran up to me hugging me tightly, and I stood up with Michael in my arms.
"It's ok baby, I promise we'll be home soon" I promised.
I am going to get us out of this palace no matter what.
I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in" I said and the door opened to show a maid, who bowed.
"King Shlatt wants to see you" She said and I nodded walking over to the door and walked down the hall.
It was quiet, to quiet for my liking.
I walked into the throne room seeing my father on his throne reading a paper.
"Father..." I growled. He looked up from his paper.
"Aww Tubbo! How are you son" He said cheerfully and I rolled my eyes as he got up and walked over to me.
"And how is my grandson doing?" He asked, pinching Michael's cheeks, only to make him whine.
"What did you want father?" I asked.
"I just wanted to see my son!"
"Why do you care"
"Oh come on Tubbo, I always cared!"
"No you haven't!! You never cared!" I yelled, tears forming in my eyes.
How can this bitch say he cared about me!? Who the fuck does he think he is.
"Oh come on Toby, you know I always cared about you" he said opening his arms for a hug.
"Oh so you abusing me is you caring for me then?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Come on Toby it was the alcohol that wad making me do that, I wasn't thinking clearly" He said, trying to sound sorry.
"Then why did you start doing it!? Because clearly it was something I did that made you do the things you did?!" I yelled making Michael whine.
"Im sorry baby" I whispered to him and put him down.
"Go over to that maid im sure she would love to play with you" I whispered, pointing to a maid that was on the other side of the room, he nodded and ran to the maid and grabbed her hand pulling the confused maid into the other room.
"Why did you do it?" I asked standing up, crossing my arms.
"I told you, it was the alcohol" He said.
"You can't keep using that excuse! Give me a real reason why!" I yelled at him, getting tires of his excuses.
He didn't answer, probably thinking what to say.
"Was it because of mom and Dream or something?!"
Still no answer from him.
"Answer me!"
"I don't know!" He yelled back.
"Im not 10 anymore father! You have to give me a proper answer! I don't know, isn't a good enough answer anymore!" I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.
"Ok fine! I was stressed because of your mothers death and your brother running away and I guess I put all my stress into drinking and hurting you" He said honestly, tears in his eyes.
I sighed, tears still streaming down my cheeks.
"You were a great father, you really were but now your a shit one, you threw me onto the floor, im pretty sure you weren't drunk then" I said.
"Im sorry, but how else was I supposed to react to you saying that you had a son with the person that took you away?"
"That your proud of me or something!?" I yelled.
"I still can't understand why you care for that, that thing!?" After that left his mouth I wanted to punch him.
"I love him! That's why I care for him!" I yelled.
"How can you love someone like that!?" He yelled.
"How can someone love you! Because clearly I won't ever love you!" I yelled walking away not caring anymore, hearing the angry yells of my father and kept walking, not caring about anything at the moment.
Soon enough I was in the calming area of my garden that I missed so much. ——————————————————— 785 words.
