When Tubbo was young he lived with his father Shlatt and his mama/papa Quackity, but after a lot of issues with Shlatts problems with addiction, Quackity decided it was best to leave Tubbo with another family, a family he knew would take care of his little ram...the Minecraft's. Quackity was close with one of Phil's sons Wilbur and has been around that family a lot he knew they would make a great effort to take care of Tubbo. On a late night while Shlatt was out Quackity made the final decision to give his baby boy to the Minecraft family. Grabbing the necessities for Tubbo, not bothering with things like diapers and that kinda stuff as they already have a baby that is only 1-2 years younger than Tubbo.
Quackity snuck up to the door hoping he could knock and quickly leave without needing to talk to Kristen or Phil. That would only make it harder for him. Quackity said his final goodbyes to the light of his life, tears pouring as he no longer can hold back, he gently places Tubbo into the box he made sure was comfy. Knocked, and before he could get off the property the door opened and a voice rang through his ears...Wilbur...
"Quackity? Dude what are-" Wilbur didn't get to finish his sentence before Quackity ran off not wanting to answer him. Wilbur was shocked he hadn't noticed the young boy before.
"Hey daaAAAD," Wilbur said progressively getting louder.
"What's up, mate?"... "omg is that Shlatts kid?!" Phil was now concerned and confused.
"Quackity left him here..." Wilbur spoke slowly lifting the young ram into his arms as the young one wept, missing his parents.
"Tubbo" Tommy spoke concern leaking through his voice.
"Huh, oh sorry Tom. What's up?" Tubbo responded snapping out of his thoughts.
"Are you ok? You kinda zoned out man."
"Yea sorry, just wondering about who my real parents are, like my biological one..."
"Oh...you know, if you really wanna know...we could ask Dadza, maybe he knows" Tommy suggested getting progressively more excited, clearly curious himself.
"Yea, let's go ask Dadza," Tubbo replied with a soft smile as the two got up and walked away from the bench that the two had built together. Yes, it wasn't perfect, but it was their bench, that THEY made together, and that's all that they cared about.
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