Beeduo Oneshots

Shitty day [Tubbo slight angst]

Oneshot info☆ -
Characters: Cc!Tubbo (appearance) Cc!Ranboo (appearance)
Ages: 15-16
Headcanon: Tubbo has neurodevelopment issues, which causes him to overthink everything as well as recieve discrimination from his other classmates. He's also attending a new school where anxiety is at an all time high
Relationship: platonic
Extra: random Spanish lessons 💀

Tws: swearing, humiliation, overthinking

Tubbo pov☆ - buenos dias: good morning | buenas noches: good night
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I slowly trudged through the hallways of the school I was unfamiliar with. I was blind in my right eye, so I wasn't exactly sure where I was headed. The teacher in the front office said to head this way so I am, I just feel really uncomfortable.

When I finally found a teacher to seek guidance, I could hardly get a single word out. Great, out of all the times, I had to be non-verbal.

We seemingly played charades for a while until she finally understood and asked me for my schedule. Once she saw it, she simply pointed up a flight of stairs and explained I'd have to turn left and then continue walking until I found the room "309" on the right. one problem, I have trouble remembering my left and rights.

(Quick A/N)

While writing this, I actually put right instead of left because when I was thinking about it, I forgot my left and right 😑

(A/N over)

I gave her a shaky smile and bowed before walking up the stairs. When I reached the top of the stairs, there was only one way to go, so I figured this was the right way. I continued walking and scanned each room until I saw 309. I tried to open the door, but it was locked, I looked through the glass window and saw a group of kids starting to laugh. My face flushed red with emberassment as I stood to the side.

Was today going to be shitty?

Time skip☆ - pato/patito: duck/ducky
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I sat at the back of the class where I felt like everybody wasn't constantly looking at me. I was sat by the window where I had managed to find myself gazing into the distant mountains and fields. There was a large soccer field and a playground. Around the soccer field was a track where I wished i could be running on instead of being sat in this class.

During the entire class, I couldn't pay attention, and the teacher kept having to come over and ask if I was okay. I would simply nod and continue to lose myself in the craftsmanship of the playground outside. I wished I was a kid, I would do anything to go back right now.

"Toby," I heard from the front of the classroom. My head quickly turned to the direction of whoever called. I should've probably known by now it was the teacher.

Everybody stared at me, and I hated it. I fucking hated it.

"I need you to pay attention or you're going back to your old school got it?" I heard a couple of students snicker as I sunk in my chair. I didn't want to be in school anyway.

"Do you hear me, young man?" She said again, her tone wasn't gentle like before, now she sounded angry. I hated that. Maybe she was mad at me. What did I do wrong? Does she not like me? Does she know about my medical issues? Does she just hate me? Is she homophobic and somehow knows I'm not straight?

I seemed to get stuck in my head space that I almost didn't catch her yelling at me to sit out in the hall.

I stood up and stormed out of the classroom. I didn't want to be in there in the first place. As I sat in the hall, teachers would pass by and stare at me with their shame filling looks. I couldn't sit still either, constantly fidgeting with my hands and tugging tightly on my hoodie strings.