Putting the Fun in dysfunctional

Chapter 9: Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss

TW: gaslighting, psychological abuse (if there's any that I missed tell me)

This chapter has not been proofread so please point out issues nicely

Tubbo was bored, he had decided. Because he had been in this situation before, and since he hadn't been immediately arrested they had absolutely no evidence on him. But that didn't make him completely calm either. Because weather this guy had evidence or not Tubbo had been in a dark room, alone for about 2 hours now, and that did not go well with his psyche. The first hour he ran through his playlist in his head, tapping out the rhythm of the tracks, then he stared contently into the security cameras about a half hour after that, and now the reality of his situation was hitting him.

His best friend is missing.
His Tommy, the one who would constantly talk about women, who would always find a way to make things a little bit funnier (no matter how traumatic the situation may be). He was gone and Tubbo had betrayed him. Tears were slowly treking down his cheeks. Tommy had gone missing before, it wasn't uncommon for kids in the foster system. But he would always tell Tubbo. They had promised to never lose contact, so every few months Tubbo would revive a ping from a random number saying something along the lines of "I'm ok Tubs" and Tubbo would respond with a random emoji. But that had stopped recently.  But he couldn't have ran away because Tubbo knew Phil, he would never hurt a fly, and if he were some sick child abuser he knew Wilbur and Techno, they wouldn't be cocky. So what the hell happened to him? Who did this to him? When Tubbo found them he would-

The sound of door opening drove Tubbo out of his thoughts.  And he put on a face that looked unimpressed. The police officer began closed the door lightly and sat on the chair parallel to Tubbo "Hello, this is Tuberculosis Underscore?" Tubbo nodded, adjusting his hair slightly "call me Tubbo bossman"
"Ok Tubbo," he took out a notepad "I'd like to know what you were doing the night of the 16th"
"You're forgetting a few things bossman"
The man almost dropped his pen "What?"
"When questioning a suspect you need to read them their rights," Tubbo grew a shit eating grin "you know that right officer?"
The officer, Sam judging by his name tag, was practically speechless "Well yes you have the right to-"
Tubbo cut him off again "I'm sure you're also aware I'm entitled to a Lawyer"
"Yea-"
His smile grew, this guy was probably just trying to get an easy confession from a scared child, but Tubbo knew better than to show his emotions "And since I'm a minor, you also have to contact a parent"
"Yes but your file said you didn't have an biological-" had this guy never heard of the foster system? "How about I show you who you need to contact? Is that ok?" Man Tubbo was hungry
"Sure but-"
"Can I have the notepad?"

Tubbo scribbled his name on the top of the paper (it was a habit of his) and wrote on the notepad
J. Schlatt- 1-800-1234-000
Big Q- 605-475-6958

The police officer glanced at his pad "This is the number to the mayors office"
Tubbo looked at him unimpressed "I'm aware. Can you grab me a banana, I crave potassium "
And as the door closed Tubbo knew he had won, and that if Tommy were watching, he would be proud
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Tommy woke up somewhere else, it was unfamiliar, but welcomed. The bed had clean crimson sheets and a headboard, across the room he was greeted with a white desk as well as a window with a view of a forest, and a pool. He wondered if a family had lived here at some point. It would be probable, considering he was in a Victorian era mansion with many rustic attributes. He wondered if he was ever supposed to end up with a family, or if he was meant to be screwed over from the beginning. There was only one person who Tommy considered family and that was Tubbo, but he had moved on, which left him alone.
Wait not alone.
Fuck

The prior events suddenly rushed back to Tommy, where was Dream? What had happened? All Tommy could remember was the sickening smile of porcelain and the cracks in the ceiling of the final control room. He needs to get out of here. he was suddenly bolting for the door and it was (surprisingly) unlocked. He rushed out of the room and was met with a hallway, with three doors (not including his room) at the end of it was a stairwell, perfect. He bolted down the stairs and was meant with a Door, with a window, that must be his way out. He grabbed the doorknob and-

"Trying to escape, already?"
To his left, was Dream, and a lovely cottage core kitchen, that would be a lot more comforting if he wasn't cutting up his vegetables so aggressively, or if he just didn't have a knife in the first place. Tommy was frozen still, looking down at the ground as a futile attempt to save himself. And vaguely noticed a lump in his throat forming.

"Running away won't solve your problems, I thought you had learned that," Now he was grabbing a container from the fridge (that had a bike lock around it, accompanying the various padlocks on the cabinets) and adding various spices "when Phil gave you away" Tommy knew that didn't happen, right? Out of all of his foster parents Phil seemed to care about him most, while Dream... Dream meant well but he hurt him. Tommy looked towards Dream, he knew he wasn't supposed to talk but he was slowly running out of shits to give "What happened in the basement earlier?" The fear was apparent in his voice, which made Dream smile as slowly took his attention away from his beloved meal with a look of concern (weather it was fake or not he couldn't tell).
"What are you talking about Tommy? There is no basement here" Dream stared at him in silence, Before quickly resuming his monologue
"When will you learn that you're the problem Tommy? I've seen your file, I've worked with you before. You've been through 8 parents because of how disrespectful you are. You're lucky Phil was tired of the system and decided to just give you to me." Dream was right, Tommy had never been known for his good behavior, and he couldn't just suck it up. Apparently it only took two conversations for someone to give him up but it still didn't make sense, why would Phil just give him to his abuser (no he didn't know about Dream, and even if he did Dream never abused him. He deserved everything he got). "You're right Dream, I'm sorry. I'll get out of your hair and be on my wa-"

"Tommy," his voice was smooth like a knife to butter "did you not listen to a word I just said? you're smarter than that! From now on I will take care of you because nobody else wants to. You can be like my maid, and in return I'll give you a place to stay, and if you behave I'll even feed you"
Tommy was speechless, he was stuck here, there was no out because he deserved this. He wasn't going to get happiness because he didn't earn it, and it was too late for him to change because he was far gone, he was to broken to be loved and the scars along his body proved that except-
"Sit down Tommy." Dream was motioning to the floor next to him, "What the hell, I'm not a child I'm not just gonna-" Dream had a shit eating grin on his face, that showed he wanted control more than he wanted Tommy to sit down "sit down or I'll lock you in a closet for a month and only feed you dirt" he said it jokingly but Tommy knew better than to test Dream, so he sat on the ground. "Good boy" Dream ruffled Tommy's hair and Tommy had never wanted to slap a bitch more, but he had to preserve "Now I want you to do wash up, then do the dishes and clean the pool. I have company coming at 7 so I expect you to stay quiet in your room" Tommy nodded "okay Dream, may I go wash up?" Dream nodded and Tommy got up. Tommy didn't really care anymore, there was nothing for him, no more puffy, no more whatever else he had to live for. But he still managed to tense up when he looked in the mirror and found the smiley face cut on his neck brighter than it was

1485 words/// how are we feeling? Hope your day is going well, sorry for the errors haven't slept in a couple days btw new chapter for prodigies and privilege should be out soon