Not Everyone Can Be A Hero | Bench Trio

Chapter 19

Tubbo's POV

I woke up back in my room. I couldn't help but notice the camera that recently had been placed for my own safety according to Dad. I climbed down from my bed. Today Dad wanted me to train to get a better control over my new powers.

The only problem is that Dad has President stuff to do so he handed me to Big Q. I'm a bit disappointed, because I really wanted to know what Dad's powers were, but now I get to know Q's.

I have no clue what would go with his ducks wings, but I wanna know. I walked into the hall and started walking to the training room. It's in the basement of the house so it takes a while to walk there.

When I get the Big Q is leaning on the wall while playing some game on his phone (Angry Birds. IPAD kid)

He is wearing his beanie and a navy Adidas jacket with a white shirt underneath. And some black ripped jeans.

I never realized that Q dresses like a teen. He also looks really young compared to Schlatt. He looks like he is barely out of high-school.

He looks up at me and pockets his phone.

"You ready, bud?" I nod at him."Schlatt didn't really specifically say how to train you, so I'm going to do it the same way how me and my brother were taught to fight."

He did this weird stance and moved with his arms before his eyes started to glow a deep blue. Of course! He had water powers. He is a duck.

I quickly realized he was about to use his powers and braced myself.

Q lifted his arms up and water seeped out of every surface near him. It swirled around him until he pushed it away from him. Directly toward me.

I raised my arms up trying to create some barrier between us. My new power only can explode, so I have to use more energy and dip into my plant one.

I raise my arms over my face focusing on plants coming out from the ground and form a shield for me.

It barely was there in time for it to block the water. The shield was immediately broken when the water hit, but it blocked it.

I looked up at him proud and he gave me a reassuring nod. He then waved his hand at me. I blinked and I was on the ground with a bruise forming on my ribs.

"Don't ever let your guard down. You weren't focused and barely managed to block my first attack. You have to be ready for anything, bud."

He helped me up and started showing me ways to quickly dip into my power and different ways to harness it.

I felt exhausted after having to make stuff out of vines as quickly as I could. He would yell a word and I had to make it.

After that we went to dinner and bed. We practiced everyday from breakfast to dinner. I learned how to switch between both powers. I was taught how to fight with my fists and be quick on my toes.

I could use my powers longer without getting tired. I learned every possible way to disarm someone and kill them.

He taught me how to sword fight and shoot a gun. Eventually he would bring people for me to fight. If I didn't beat them we would practice all night.

If I beat them he would tell me stories about him and Dad. He would tell me all the awful stuff that Phil, Wilbur, Techno and even Tommy have done. He would hide no secrets with me.

Big Q started to grow impatient with me. He would start to bring bigger people to fight. People who also had powers. However it wasn't fighting to win anymore.

I quickly realized it was a kill or be killed situation. I had no choice. I would snap her neck. Blow him up. Suffocate him. Stab her. Shoot them. Burn him to death. Choke her out.

At first I would cry for them and their families. I would close their eyes and pray for their safe passing.

Big Q would tell me they were horrible people and to feel no sympathy for them or anyone.

This went on for months. My birthday passed and I didn't even notice because I was too busy fighting three people at once.

At 12 years old I was a killing machine. I lost sympathy for the people I killed. I killed to feel validation and love from my dad's.

To hear them say I'm proud and ruffle my hair. That's all I wanted. I just wanted love.

I didn't want to kill, but it was the only way to feel wanted. To feel validation. To feel important.

I was able to fight anyone thrown at me and up to ten people at once. I didn't want that. I just wanted to be hugged and watch movies with my dads.

I only got to spend time with Dad on Sunday and he usually had work that I could help him with. The smile he gave me was enough. That's all I ever wanted.

I felt at peace and loved it here.

Big Q was out with private work trying to convince someone important to him to join us.

I was excited. It gets lonely in the mansion and I would love someone else to talk to.

I was helping Dad write letters when Big Q walked in with someone else.

Q was wearing a business suit and he looked dumb wearing his beanie with it, but it was that or show his hybrid features.

He had a man behind him who had dark brown hair. He was taller than Big Q and he had a British accent. His voice was familiar, but I couldn't exactly pin it. I couldn't get a good look at him because as soon as they walked in Dad dismissed me and told me to go watch a movie or something.

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