Toby/Tubbo, better know as Alesha by the people around him, was put into the foster system when he was fourteen after a tragic incident in his family when he was eleven. His home, which was located on the more dangerous side of town, was robbed, res...
TW// cussing, scars, talk of dead family, talk of being told to off oneself That's it?
Tubbo's POV A few days later
We were all in the sitting room. The television was on in the background of our overlapped conversations. Tommy leaned over, showing me a GIF on his phone. It was funny in a stupid way, and I just rolled my eyes at it, barely laughing.
The GIF:
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"What? It's funny! Boo go boom boom!" Tommy said. "Shut the fuck up, you sound like a damn child." I laughed, punching his arm. "Language~" Bad said from a few feet away, making everyone giggle.
"Phillll! He hit meee!" Tommy whined. "You'll live." Phil replied. "Ha. Loser." I pointed my finger in his face. "I will bite you." "Do it, I dare you."
Tommy moved and I jumped, sure he was actually gonna bite me.
"Tubbo! I'm not actually gonna bite you, I'm not a fucking animal!" He wheezed. I rolled my eyes, situating myself back on the sofa where I was before. I pulled out my phone, looking through my gallery to pass time.
Time skip
I was scrolling through Twitter when I got one of those stupid, random itches on my left arm. The ones that just appear out of nowhere and are so bad that they won't go away.
Not thinking, I put my right hand in my sleeve, scratching it, causing my sleeve to obviously move. I didn't think anything of it. I've done this plenty of times before, but that's with people in the house that actually know the reason for all of my scars.
"Oh my god, Tubbo, what happened to your arm?!" Sam gasped, sitting up. I looked up at him, slightly confused, and then looked back to my arm. My heart skipped for a moment and I held my breath, pulling my sleeve back down over my hands fast.
I looked over at Phil, wanting assistance, though, he looked like he didn't know what to say. Like it was up to me if I wanted to lie or tell the truth, which it was.
I noticed everyone looking from Sam to me. They looked confused, as well as concerned.
"It's- It's nothing. Don't worry about it." I replied calmly. Sam just gave me a look. "I didn't do it, just- just leave it at that." I said. "If you didn't then who did?! Those look like burn marks, Tubbo! From- From cigarette or a lighter or something."
I exhaled, chewing on my lip.
"It's a very long story. Just...drop it." I said. "Please." Sam nodded. "Ok, I will. Sorry." "You're fine."
I glanced over, seeing Ranboo giving me a look of pure sympathy. I lightly smiled back at them, opening my phone back and trying to take my mind away from the quiet tension in the room.
Tommy reached over, patting my arm. I leaned over on him, not looking away from my phone.
I then got a notification from my Gmail app.
Confused, I clicked on it, reading it through. I had never received an email after getting this phone unless it was just a notification for a clothes shop having a sale or something.
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Hey, uh, is this Alesha? Or whatever you go by? Toby?
Uhm...it is...hi? Who's this?
Haha hello there 😅 Been a while, huh? What, five or so years?
And...who are you?????
Oh did you get a new device or something? It's Lucas!
Why the hell are you messaging me? What do you want this time? Tell me to kms more? Laugh at me for my dead family? I just got over all of that like a year ago, man. Leave me alone about it, I just got better.
Oh! Nonono! I wasn't gonna do that! I swear, I wasn't!
Then...why have you messaged me?
I feel really guilty. I was such a shitty kid back then. And I treated you like scum. So ig I wanna apologize? And I also wanted to see if you'd reply. Life if you had actually done what I told you to or not. I'm glad you didn't, though. I'd never forgive myself if you did.
You're apologizing???
Haha, yeah..! •́‿•̀ I just figured you should know that I've changed and that I'm really sorry.
Oh...well... Forgiveness is kinda hard to give to you after all the shit you did, but, I guess that I can say that it's alright :') And that I believe you've changed
Omg really? Thank you so much, you're too kind! I was hoping you'd say something like that. :'D
Ur welcome :> I've gotta go but... if you wanna msg me more you can. I'll reply. Maybe it'll be good to know you for who you are and not just a bully from the past. :]
Tyy! Ok, I'll ttyl then?
Mhm! Ttyl!
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I unintentionally let out a small laugh, gaining the attention of a few people. I nudged Tommy, shoving my phone in his hands after I scrolled back up to the top of our short conversation.
"What?" He asked. "Fuckin- read it!" I replied.
He looked down at the phone. His face was blank and then it went to worried, then to confused, then shocked, and then awe.
"That's so sick! What the fuck? So he's like- a chill guy now?" Tommy asked. "Apparently!" I shrugged, taking my phone back from Tommy. Phil had a confused look so I took a few screenshots and sent them to him. I watched as he read through them, then sending me back a "that's wonderful, mate!"
He leaned over, showing it to Techno and Wilbur.
"Yoooooo pogggg." Techno replied. A few people laughed. "What are you guys doing?" Eret asked. "Nothingggg." I giggled.
For the rest of the day, there was still a little bit of tension in the air, but not much. I was thankful that everyone left me alone about my scars when I asked.
The day went on, I got tired, so was everyone else, so we all called it a night. Ranboo and I talked in our two separate beds in the room for a while until we fell asleep.
