To be forgotten || Dsmp Fanfic (finished)

<~ Chapter 6 ~>

Tubbo's POV

I looked over the small group that I was forced to go with. I wanted to go alone, but apparently that was too 'dangerous' for a 'child' because we're not 'responsible'. Fuck you Dream, I have a son that I have been taking care since a year after he was born and I have a husband who would not eat unless I forced him too, while all you have is George, and he sleeps all day. If anything, I'm more of an adult than you. At least I had gotten stuck with the Minecraft family. They at least somewhat knew what I was going to do. Or at least Tommy knew.

Speaking of Tommy, I watched as he paced around, tugging at his leather chest plate (He had turned down an iron one, saying they were too uncomfortable). The pacing wasn't because he was nervous about going in the forest. It was because we had to leave Micheal and Shroud (and any other children) behind with Puffy, who was staying here to run an infirmary (because Karl and Slimecicle were both very accident prone). I understood his anxiety though. Puffy had promised to take care of them, but what if the man who had taken Ranboo decided that he also wanted Micheal. I doubt Puffy was very good at fighting, and she would be alone.

Next to Tommy, Wilbur was swinging around an iron sword he had made himself. He had insisted on wearing no armour, saying it was uncomfortable, and even though Philza had spent an hour begging him to at least wear a chest plate, he still was just in his normal everyday clothes. He was also smiling like a madman as he pretended to cut someone's head off.

Phil was very over prepared. He was in almost full iron armour, only missing his chest plate so that he could use his wings if needed. The small pack he had was filled with food and medical supplies, and he had given each of us a small flask filled with water so we wouldn't die of dehydration. Like Wilbur, he had a weapon, only he had it strapped onto his belt carefully, and was currently getting mad at Wil for dangerously swinging around his sword.

I didn't really see the importance of armour, and I was sure I could go and survive without it, but they had forced me to at least wear a chestplate, so the non-stretchy material of the armour kept my movements slow. The helmet was heavy on my head and angled strangely to fit with my horns, and I had barely gotten out of wearing the pants and boots, and with my hooves and goat legs, they were all super uncomfortable, and I could barely walk or move with them on. (In fact, I could barely get the pants on with the way my legs had grown, and it just tugged painfully against the fur that grew there naturally. Normal shorts worked just fine for me.) Attached to my belt was a small dagger, and a pouch full of arrows that I had found in the secret basement room, along with a crossbow I had also found. Tommy had told me I look intimidating, but honestly I felt somewhat stupid with all this armour on, and with all the people around me asking if I really wanted to go out into the 'scary forest filled with monsters' and if I wanted to stay home and take care off Micheal instead. No Sam, I need to do this, this is MY husband and I want to go find him instead of staying home. I can deal with being put in a group, but I will not stay home and do nothing to help the one I love.

I shift from hoof to hoof impatiently as we wait for Dream's check-in before we leave. We had been waiting for a while, and watched as Dream walked to every group beside ours, talking to them for a minute before leaving for the next group and letting the other people walk away into the forest. Why was he taking so long? It would only take a few seconds to go and deal with our group, so why didn't he just come over? Actually, why do we actually have to do this check-in? There wasn't much of a point, I mean he was just making sure everyone was in their group and that could have easily been done by the other group members.

Finally Dream walked over, a bright smile across his face as he approached us. "It appears that you are all here, but before you go, can I talk to Tubbo privately?" He pointed at me, looking at me with a strange look in his eyes. Why did he want to talk to me? Did he learn my plan? Was he going to try to stop me?