paint and dead flowers || ranboo and tubbo (DISCONTINUE LMAO)

horns

//drinking, abuse, arguing, "oh my g-d", "h-ly crap" , lots of swearing

I finished with my last bottle of whiskey for the afternoon. I looked at the clock. '15:47' damn, guess it's not the afternoon anymore.

Shit. The doorbell. I listen to it ring like 5 times. Oh my fucking god. "Come in!" I shouted at the door

"I-its locked." Oh shit. Tubbo? Really?

"Ugh" I walk over to the door and unlock it, grabbing tubbo by his throat and pulling him in. I looked up. Holy shit.

There was a tall guy there. Really tall. Like idk 7'0" or some shit. He looked like fuckin monokuma but as a person. "Who the hell are you"

Why does he have a suit? Fuckin business man? He stepped inside ducking under my doorway. This guy was 7 inches taller than I am. Holy shiitt.

"W-why did you- why di-id.. oh my..." oh my fucking god this guys gonna take years to talk.

I began to mock him "w-why- why- why- why- yea why what kid?" He exhaled.

"Why do you h-hit him?" Oh shit. What does tubbo have a boyfriend now or some shit? This is stupid.

"Why wouldn't i?" I picked up my bottle of whiskey and took the last sip. "He's a failure." I threw the bottle at him and it smashed over his head, leaving small little shards in his skin.

The tall guy ran over to him and screamed. "Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap." He started crying and picking the shards out of tubbo's skin. Tubbo winced each time the guy pulled out a shard. The weird thing was that this guys tears burned him or something.

Dude, I don't wanna watch this anymore it's pathetic. "Stop helping him." I pushed the taller away and picked up tubbo. "Just fuckin' take him to Mr. Minecraft or whatever."

He stared at me. "Mr. Minecraft?" He tilted his head. Oh my fucking god.

"Philza. Philza Minecraft." I rolled my eyes at the fella.

He nodded and picked up tubbo. "Why do you treat him like this... "

I ignored the question. I already answered it anyway. "We're like twins y'know?"

He looked at me. "Us? We're nothing alike."

Yea, right. "Mhm? Why's that?"

his eyes flashed purple and he broke the eye contact we were holding. "BECAUSE I WOULD NEVER TREAT TUBBO LIKE THIS!" More burning tears fell from his eyes as he stared at my son.

Ew, don't say that. 'Son'

"Well," this is the part where I should probably stop talking. "We both weren't loved as children."

He looked up at me. "H-how did you-"

"We both have horns." I cut him off. "Usually when a person has horns their the bad guy. "

He looked back down. This was really pathetic. "You are a bad guy."

I chuckled. Does this guy not get it? "Then you are to"

He frowned. What is with this guy? "Call philza, please." He whispered. Dude, just walk there. "I don't remember the way."

I rolled my eyes and went to call him. I dialed the number then brought the phone in between my ram-like ear and my horn.

"What do you need shlagg?" tiredness could be heard in his voice, even through the phone. I swear to fucking god this guy.

"Your gonna wanna refrain from calling me that." He just hummed so I kept talking. "Come to my place, now. I have this fuckin' Oreo lookin ass and tubbo." I hung up on him, not letting him respond.

"What's your name anyway ender boy?"

He sighed. "Nothing for you to know." Wow. Stuck up much? Goddamn.

I decide to give this bitch what he deserves. I grabbed a water bottle from the little table next to the couch i was watching ice hockey on and splashed it in his face. He screamed and dropped tubbo.

"AAHH- what- what the- crap crap crap crap- ow ow..." He cannot be serious. He did actually look... Burnt.

"What do you not fuckin swear or anything?" I laughed a bit. He shook his head and tried wiping his face with the black jacket of the suit he had on.

I saw a jet black Dodge pull up in my driveway. The driver had long pink tied back hair and the passenger had fluffy brown hair. Who the fuck are these bitches?

The pink haired one came in first and made eye contact with me before picking up tubbo. The brown haired one started asking Oreo boy questions.

"What happened? Who is this? How did you get here?"

"I-i wanted t-to spe-eak with th-this man... H-hes tubbos... Tubbos abuser, schla-at. Water... Wilbur theres- there's so much of it..." Oreo boy whimpered and the Burnett's seemed to have everything click in his head as the pinkette ran out the door with tubbo.

"You bitch..." He mumbled to me before helping Off brand monokuma out the door.

Yea I guess I am a bitch.