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LaffxTbh

(TW: Self-harm)(SMP VILLAINXHERO(ish) WHO'S EXCITED I AMMMMMM! ALSO, LAFF IS SUCH A GOOD VILLAIN I KNOW I JUST DID THIS SHIP BUT I'LL WRITE OTHERS SOON COMMENT SHIPS OR IDEAS HERE ALSO THANKS FOR 7K READS I LOVE YOU GUUYS<3)

Tbh POV 

Tbh frowned as he heard Meme's door slam and lock. He felt terrible for all the stress thrown at him, but he had to stop pushing everyone away. If he would just talk to someone- The door opened and he held a finger to his lip as Nadwe came rushing in. 

"But-" 

"No. Meme needs quiet. I'm not a doctor, but even I can tell he needs sleep. What do you need?" Nadwe slouched, muttering about how the other team wanted a meeting. Tbh sighed and got on the walkie-talkie to gather their team, leaving Meme to his peace. 

Their team walked into the meeting place and saw everyone else waiting for them. It went the same as always, arguing and getting nothing done. He looked over and saw Laff standing almost identically to him, looking tired and absolutely done. Socks wasn't there either, so he supposed they were the impromptu leaders. Since everyone was standing in a giant mob anyways, he walked over to stand beside him. After all, they were good friends before the war and didn't really have a reason to be mad at each other. Laff gave him a small smile, but it looked fake. That seemed to be happening more and more. Ever since Wiktoria had died, Laff seemed like he was a (mediocre) actor just playing the role written for him. It must be the stress of being Socks' right-hand man. He'd definitely been feeling the strain of being Meme's. They chatted a little, nothing more than small talk until Blaza stormed out, fuming. Laff sighed and gave a small wave to Tbh before slowly following. Tbh got his team together and they headed back to Meme's to plan. 

They stepped through the door and Tbh saw Meme sitting at the dining table, looking pissed. Everyone muttered an excuse and ran to their rooms, leaving Tbh to bear the brunt of Meme's fury. 

"What is your problem? I am this team's leader and I should have been there!" 

"It was a small meeting, and you needed your rest..." 

"I don't care how tired I am, this is my shit to deal with. You're so dumb, what if something happened to Nadwe, or Muffin, or Woolfster? God Tbh, you need to think these things through."  Tbh hung his head. Meme's outbursts had been getting worse and worse, and he really did need to rest, but he knew arguing would do no good. He did have a point, after all. If something happened to the kids, he'd never forgive himself, and nobody else would forgive him either. They had already been dragged into this stupid ordeal, and would all need therapy if they made it out. When they made it out. He turned and trudged up to his room, hoping that Meme would calm down. This was the 5th time that week he'd gotten yelled at. It was Tuesday.   

Time skip to the villain reveal!!!

Tbh's hands shook as he ran behind a pillar. He'd known Laff had seemed off, but this was not what he expected. Laff was behind everything. Wiktoria's death, the group being torn apart, he even- he shook his head. Don't think, just run. All your fault. It had been his trial, his fault everyone was there, his fault Woolfster and Muffin had died. After Meme had warned him so many times, he'd still failed him. Failed everyone. Laff let out a deep chuckle as he grabbed everyone in his gravity gun and started to walk down a long, dark tunnel. 

He was so cold. From his cell near Nadwe and Blaza, he could hear Meme whimpering, a constant whine that would've been annoying if it wasn't for their situation. They didn't dare talk, knowing that escape was probably impossible and fearing what would happen if someone heard them. He sometimes heard snippets of Laff, presumably on a phone call. To who, he didn't know. His evil partner? He wasn't sure how long they'd been in there, or what Laff wanted with them. He hadn't come to torture them or anything, so why go through the effort to get them there? Leaning his head against the wall, he felt the familiar wave of hatred that now came with thoughts of Laff. He sighed and drifted into the familiar half-consciousness that had consumed him for most of his imprisonment.