Of Dandelions And Sunshine

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The next morning he was woken up early.

-"Hey kid get up, time to get to work."

Tubbo sat up rather quickly in his makeshift bed of blankets and rubbed his eyes sleepily. Looking out the small circular window, the sun was barely coming out from behinde the mountains in the distance, the rays not strong enough to light up the room for the little boy to see around.

But the door was shot open moments later, startling him. His new 'caretaker' was standing there with an oil lamp. He stifled a laugh as he saw the boy's state.

-"Come on kid we've got a lot to do."

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The work wasn't easy honestly, specifically for a little boy like him, but he wasn't complaining. Tubbo was rather happy, to be honest. But 'all good things must come to an end eventually'.

Around two months had passed when it happened. The man often left late at night, telling Tubbo to go to his room and sleep. He would usually be short tampered the next morning, but the boy knew how to handle it and not get in trouble. But that night was different.

That night, Schlatt didn't come home. The young boy only noticed when he woke up late, the next morning noting how quiet the house was.

He started to worry. He looked around the house, in the stables, the bee farm, the garden, everywhere. But the man was nowhere to be found as the sun finally started to set.

He went back in the house, tears now wielding in his bright blue eyes. Had the man left him? It hadn't been long, but he was the only one who had taken care of him for as long as he remembered. Did he have to go back on the streets? He hadn't even noticed how important the man had became for him. He didn't notice how much he cared for him until he was gone. Stripped from it since birth, the boy had gotten attached at the slightest fraction of kindness.

Sitting down on a chair in the kitchen, just as the first tear was about to fall, he heard the door slam open.

He jumped quickly from his place running torwards the hallway, begging whatever God there was for it to be him.

And it was.

Tubbo stood frozen with relief as he reached the hall's entry, seeing the man on the other end. He had his hand on the door fram, leaning to it, his head hung low and his body shook, panting. But all Tubbo knew was that he was back.

-"Si-sir.."

His voice shook but he didn't care. He was just happy that he was back. That he wasn't alone.

The man looked up as he heard the boy's voice, a sloppy glare set on his face that made the little kid's heart sink to his stomach.

He walked in and closed the door behinde him without a word. But something wasn't right. His movements, the way he dragged his feet on the ground as he walked, the way he leaned against the door, the mess his hair had became, how unfocused his eyes were..., no, something was horribly wrong.

The man turned back walking torwards the boy, dragging himself along as he did so. Tubbo took a step back, now filled with fear as the man kept glaring at him.

-"Hey, kid, come 'ere."

He didn't move. His words slurred like snakes trying to crawl out of a pit. The man's anger rose. Taking a final step, he reached the small kid, harshly gripping the front of his shirt and pulling, dangling him in the air.

-"DIDN'T YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!"

The loud scream hurt his sensitive ears but what terrified him the most was how the man's breath reeked.