Schlatt was never the greatest father. Tubbo knew that, but he couldn't just run away, The man would catch him instantly. His small body shivered in the dark damp room his father had left him in. He did this to punish the three-year-old when he left his toys around. He hasn't let him out for 2 days. The poor boy was starving, he could eat anything. His ears perked up at the sound of the door opening and closing upstairs. Fear coursed through the child's veins to his heart. He curled into a protective ball when he heard the click of hooves coming closer to the room. The door slammed open, a man with complete ram features, brunette hair that was slicked back underneath his Yankees cap. Tubbo had gotten most of his features from his father, his mom had left when he was just 10 months old, leaving his father, a drunk, to take care of him. Now, schlatt did love the little rascal, but he was a very aggressive drunk. He got fired from his last job because of his drinking problem, which worsened it. When he was sober, he'd come to, only to find his son, all battered and bruised. Schlatt hated himself so much. He just couldn't stop, he knew he could die from this but, he didn't care. He picked up his small toddler, cradling him, while tubbo shook violently in fear, tears pouring out of his small eyes. Schlatt shushed the child, continuously repeating the phrase 'sorry' over and over. He brought the kid upstairs, all the way to his room, before laying the crying boy on his bee-covered bed sheets. Once the boy was safely tucked in, schlatt walked out the door, gently shutting it, before heading downstairs, where he sat by the tv. The sound of quiet weeping could be heard from the living room, tubbo curled into his sheets, tears poured down his face like a river at its highest current. Soon, the air smelt of dry smoke and booze. Tubbo's subconscious took over after 3 hours of endless crying, he fell into a rabbit hole of nightmares about his father, trauma leaving him in constant pain mentally.
Quackity leaned back into his chair, finally happy with what his life has become, even despite the constant toxicity from his boyfriend of 2 months. They were going on their 6th date this weekend and it was Friday. He was finally going to see what Schlatt's house looked like. He was so excited, he rushed home in a scurry to plan out his outfit. Schlatt always said quackity looked too fat in overalls, so he quickly disposed of all his old clothes. In 2 months, schlatt had made quackity's self-confidence go down to 0, but quackity told himself things would get better, and schlatt still loved him.
Oh, how much of a lie that was...
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Fanfiction"YOU CANT TAKE HIM FROM ME" bottles clinking and the TV static filled the hollow house. a baby, no older than two can be heard whimpering, his head hurting, not just from the small growing horns, but also from the bruises and blood oozing from his s...
