Tubbo angst|| Tubbox 📦🐝

Tommy

Tommy-

Usually the house was quiet at this time so early in the morning. But today it wasn't. I could hear crying? But I could also hear Wilbur comforting someone. Although the sobs sounded like someone I didn't know.

I got up out of my bed ruffling my own hair and throwing on a T-shirt and shorts. Then I headed downstairs. I could see Wilbur stroking the head of a small boy who was crying into his shoulder.
'Wilbur? What's going on?' I said very confused at this point.

'Oh hi Toms! You remember last night when we stopped to see what was inside that box? Well this was what was inside! His name is Tubbo.' He said softly, trying not to disturb the crying boy.

'A brother?' I said happily. I had always wanted a brother that was younger than me!

A/N- Tubbo is younger in my story deal with it :) sorry that was mean but yeah!

I hated being the youngest cause they always acted like I was a small child or something. I'm not, I'm a big man.

'Can I see him properly!' I said enthusiastically.
'He's a bit upset right now why don't you wait till he calms down!' Wilbur said.
'Why's he upset?' I questioned.
'He had a nightmare I think.' Wilbur said sadly.
'Oh.'

I noticed a small bee plushie in his hand. I went to take it to look at it closer. As I grabbed it, he sat up so fast and started breathing heavily.
'MINE.' He shouted 'MY BEE, ITS MY BEE. PLEASE I WANT DA BEE.'
'Okay, okay I'm sorry.' I said taken a back by this huge reaction. I passed it back to him.

'Oh yeah I probably should have mentioned that. NEVER take that bee. We made that mistake last night.' He said chuckling.

Phil came running downstairs after hearing all the shouting. 'Is everything okay is Tubbo alright?' He said worriedly. To everyones surprise, Tubbo moved his head away from Wilbur and, while clutching even harder to his bee, got up and ran over to Phil.
'Oh hey buddy!' Phil seemed very happy with this. 'Do you want some breakfast?' He said ruffling the boys hair.
Tubbo nodded happily.

Together, Phil and Tubbo made some pancakes Tubbo chuckling at Phils jokes.  Once they were made, we all sat down, including Techno who had come down in the meantime. But Tubbo didn't.
He stood looking sadly at the table where we all sat.
'Sit down Tubbo!' Phil said happily.

'N-no tha- I- I don't.' He stumbled on his words. Tears pooling into his eyes, he turned and ran.

I got up and ran after him. He ran upstairs, then collapsed against the hallway walls. Sobbing now.

'Hey Tubbo? What's wrong?' I said gently kneeling in front of the boy.
'My parents and I used to sit at the table.' He said tears running down his cheeks.
'Oh. Where are your parents know?' I said wondering if this was too much too ask or not.
'I- I don't know!' He sobbed. 'They left me and never came back!'

I wasn't too sure what to say after that so instead of words I decided to hug him. I wrapped my arms around him. We sat there for a couple of minutes until he sat up a little.
'M-maybe we should go back downstairs.' He sniffled.
'You don't have to you know. It's okay.' I said trying not to pressure him.
'I don't want to be rude though!' He said
'Okay. We can go downstairs. Why don't you wash your face and then I'll tell them what's up okay?'

I headed back to the table. When the others saw me they immediately started questioning if Tubbo was okay.
'He's just washing his face cause he was crying.' I replied to their questions.
'Why what's wrong is he alright?' Phil said a concerned look on his face.
'The last time he sat at the table his parents were still here. He said they just left and never came back.' I said sadly.

At that moment, before anyone could reply, Tubbo walked in. 'S-sorry for leaving.' He said staring at the ground.
'No, it's okay buddy