(filler chapter)
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The boy giggles softly under his breath, picking his bee up by its poor, withered, wing. He twirls around with it with delight, utter happiness in his eyes. He was ecstatic.
His feet pattered on the dingy concrete, burrowing toward the door with amazing speed and precision. Tubbo was racing his bee. He was winning! He spins around! U-Turn! He's running, and running, and running. Wow, the bee is keeping up well! He pants, out of breath, one final stretch toward the door. Just before he hits the wood, he stops. It's a tie between him and the bee!
Tubbo loved his bee more than anything in the world. His aunt came close second, though. She cared for him when his dad was too busy and kissed his forehead when he was sad. She was all that he could ever ask for in a parent, and they were happy. Of course, he loved his dad, too. Tubbo's heart was full of love for everyone, but it had a hole that his bee fit perfectly.
Tubbo stares at the door in front of him, which is much taller than he once remembered. He puts his hand on the handle before hesitating. His dad told him to stay outside while he focused on his work. It was already a long afternoon, and the sun seemed to start hiding behind the tree line. Yet there was no sign of his dad.
Tubbo removes his hand slowly from the doorknob, realization setting in, that maybe it was best to just wait for him. The last time he had disobeyed his father, consequences ensued. Consequences that he wasn't allowed to speak of.
He sits down on the concrete slab in front of the door, a cold chill shooting to his back. He uncomfortably stares, not knowing how long he'd have to spend outside. His dad usually comes and gets him by now. Where was he? He'll show up eventually, he's sure of it.
His hands hold the bee close with a hug, pushing his face into the cotton. It was beginning to get cold now, the sun now far under the horizon. A harsh wind brushes against his cheek, pushing the hair from his eyes and face. He lifts his chin to the sky, his eyes opening slightly to the beautiful night. One by one, the stars begin to appear. It wasn't so bad now. Now he wasn't so alone any more.
He holds himself in a hug to preserve heat, eyes up to the twinkling atmosphere. He'd sat outside with his aunt once this late, looking at the stars in hushed giggles. It made him feel like he was loved.
The love that his dad never bothered regarding him with. Why did he hate him?
He accepts his fate, beginning to lie down on the pavement, pressing his head against his plushy to cushion the painful rock somewhat. He closes his eyes, breathing evenly through his nose and mouth, as his aunt had told him to do when he missed her.
As he drifts solemnly to sleep, silence overcomes the building. There are no signs of his dad, and he's completely lost hope. Maybe he won't show up after all. Maybe that's okay.
Tubbo falls fast asleep, hugging the one he loves the most.
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words 547
short filler chapter.
I'm currently working on the next 3 final chapters, and they're a mouthful. Each averaging like 10k words. stay tuned, they're pretty horrific.
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