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Chapter 40: happy thanksgiving

(Tubbo pov) (TW! Guns, death, homophobia, f slur, screaming, crying, mention of abuse, and transphobia.)
(Stay safe!!<33)

"D-dad... put down the gun," I told Schlatt.

"So, what was this little game you were playing on me? Did you think I wouldn't notice? Your little friend here was mad at you and all of a sudden you guys are okay? I highly doubt that." He explained.

"Q doesn't have to get it for what I'm doing! Please dad put the gun away!!" I said tearing up.

"No Tori! You don't understand! I thought we were actually Father Daughter bonding for once doing something criminals don't have the balls to do! But, I was wrong about you." He said making exaggerated movements.

"Then shoot me!? Just leave Big Q alone!" I sobbed.

"NO!" Ranboo and Big Q screamed.

"Tubbo please you don't have to do this," Big Q said.

"Y-yeah we can figure something else out! No one has to get it!" Ranboo said.

"Oh, but someone does." Schlatt paused.
"How's it feel to lie to yourself, Toby? I can't believe I've been have a f&g of a daughter!"

"I'm not your fucking daughter! I've never been your daughter! Don't you understand you waste of fucking oxygen?! You've never done anything good for me or our family! You're a fucking dick, and it's showed ever since mom died!" I screamed between my tears.

He stayed silent.
"You're just a piece of shit! If mom were here she would've respected me just for who I was! But you..you ignorant fucking prick. Will never and I mean NEVER, be my father. Not until you get your fucking act together and start acting like it!" I said between sobs.

"At least I moved on!" He argued.

"Moved on to fucking drugs Schlatt! Are you that stupid?! You've buried your problems in alcohol and drugs! And I know why. Because you've always said I looked like my mother, but im a boy. I got rid of those "perfect features" didn't I? Im sorry to fucking tell you but I'm never going to be what you wanted me to be! Im a boy, and I have an amazing lover, and I have a shit ton of fathers who've actually taken care of me! Unlike you, you never took care of me. You always took all your anger out on me. Is that a way to take care of a fucking 4 year old?! You've been an alcoholic since I was four! You left when I was 10! 6 fucking years of torture schlatt! Do you know what that does to a kid?!" I argued.

"Shooting Big Q is shooting the father figure you'll never fucking be! So shoot me instead! Show me the balls you were talking about earlier. Shoot your fucking son, and let's see if you feel better about it?!" I screamed between sobs.

Schlatt began pointing the gun towards me without saying a word.

"TUBBO NO!" Big Q screamed.
"Please Tubbo let your old pops take care of this!" He said starting to tear up.

"No! I've already caused enough trouble with him, it's time I got that karma." I said walking closer to Schlatt.

"Tubbo please!" Ranboo screamed behind me.

"I love you Ranboo, but I have to do this." I said giving them a passionate kiss.

"Tubbo please," they sobbed, burning themselves.

"It'll be okay," I said wiping their tears.

"I'm not sorry, I'm not going to have a f&g of a daughter." Schlatt finally said.

Before I could even turn around, I felt a sharp pain in my lower back. The room began spinning and I was unable to hear clearly.

I heard muffled screaming. They were screaming really loud but I could barely hear it.

"NO! YOU FUCKING BITCH! LOOK AT WHAT YOUVE DONE!" I heard big Q scream.

"Tubbo! Tubbo! Please stay with me! Please.." i heard Ranboo say before collapsing into their arms.

I was unable to feel anything but I managed to say, "I'm so sorry, I love you all so much."

Then it all went black.

(Chapter closes)
(AN: why did I deadass start crying while making this help)