Tʜɪs ⵊs Hᴏᴍᴇ | ᴛʀᴀɴs!Tᴜʙʙᴏ AU

Tʜɪs Aᴠᴏɪᴅs Tʜᴇ Sᴛʀᴇss Oꜰ Fᴀʟʟɪɴɢ Oᴜᴛ Oꜰ ⵊᴛ

TW// cussing, past trauma mentions (everything that happened to Tubbo), foster care system, misgendering, deadnaming

Tubbo's POV
Present day

I was rescued six months ago. I can talk pretty ok now that I've been allowed to, but I choose not to talk much, because of trauma from talking.

This has caused me to get kicked from many homes. They say I'm "too quiet" even after being told what I've gone through. They probably just got tired of me so they dump me back.

Some homes said that I "couldn't take jokes" when their joke brought me back to that cold basement.

"Alesha!" I heard 'my name' be called from a voice laced with annoyance, that could only belong to Amanda, a lady who words here. I got up and went that way. "There's a family wanting to foster you. Your social worker will pick you up shortly." The old lady here said, walking off.

A few minutes later, my social worker, Pip, who is non-binary, showed up.

"Hey, Toby, you ready to go?" They asked. I shrugged. They are the only person that knows I'm trans, as I am fully unable to do anything to transition. "I think this time will be different. This family seems great." Pip smiled.

"You said that last time." I said quietly. Pip exhaled. "Well, let's go. Doesn't hurt to try?"

The two of us got into their car, and we drove off to the home.

When we arrived, it was a pretty nice house. White siding with a grayish roof. Two stories, three if there's a basement that I won't be looking at, and there were pretty rose bushes lining the front of the home.

We went up to the home, and Pip knocked at the door. A few moments later, the door opened and I stepped back slightly. A blonde man with green eyes stood there.

"Hi, you must be Philza?" Pip asked. "I am, I am! You two come in!" The man smiled. Pip walked in and I hesitantly followed close behind. Close, meaning literally gripping onto Pip's shirt and being pressed against their side.

"You must be Alesha! It's so nice to meet you!" The man smiled, reaching out to shake my hand as if he could sense that I was scared and obviously not wanting a hug. I slowly shook his hand.

"Would you like to come meet my three sons? They've been so excited to see you." He said. I nodded and he led Pip and I into the sitting room where three other boys sat. Two looks like they were maybe seventeen, twins, and the other looked my age but maybe a year younger.

"This is-" The man was cut off. "Hi, I'm Wilbur! It's great to meet you!" A brown headed boy grinned, sitting up. I lightly waved. "Yes, that's Wilbur. This is Tommy, that's Technoblade, you can just call him Techno, and I'm Phil!" The man, Phil, said. I nodded.

Techno had silky, long, pink hair and black eyes. Wilbur had short, fluffy, brown hair and brown eyes. And Tommy had short, fluffy, blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Come sit, come sit!" Phil said, gesturing to a love seat where Pip and I could sit. Pip went over and sat, but I was hesitant. "Can...Can I..?" I quietly asked Pip. "Yes, sweetie, he already said you could. You don't have to worry." Pip smiled sympathetically, fully knowing what I had gone through. I nodded, and sat down, chewing my nails, clutching my bag of my very few possessions as my leg bounced.

"Forgive me, I haven't caught your name." Phil said. "Oh, I'm Pip." Pip smiled. Phil nodded.

I could feel eyes on me. I looked up, seeing Techno looking at me. He looked away when I noticed him.

I could feel myself zoning out, as I do quite often nowadays. I would do this and pretend everything was ok when I was kidnapped. I'd pretend I was home with my family. My real family.