tw: implied self harm, derealisation? disassociation? idk, one of those, googles not helping
im going insane lmaoooooooo
also this song is heavenly
i fucking love kasane teto
kasane teto supremacy
anyway tubbo is so mecore
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Tubbo stepped onto the cold concrete floor, chills going down his spine. The boy froze, taking a step back and tripping over his feet. He pushed his nails into his palms until it bled, warily looking over his shoulder. No one was there, he was fine. He shakily exhaled, gripping onto the sleeves of his shirt.
"Tubbo, it's been awhile, kid!"
The brunette practically jumped at the voice. Wait.
Wait. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-
Why was he here? Why-
Tubbo stepped away from the voice, failing to convince himself it wasn't real. He heard footsteps approaching him, although he felt unable to move away from them.
He felt a hand cup his cheek and forcefully made him face them, making Tubbo flinch, hard.
"You're supposed to look at me while I talk, Tubbo," Schlatt stated, shockingly calm for the person he was, "Also stop flinching."
The boy nodded, refusing to make eye contact with his father. He dropped to the floor, feeling like the air evaporated around him. The small hybrid struggled to get his breathing at a normal pace, shaking on the cold floor. He put a hand over his mouth to muffle his voice.
"You're pathetic, you know that?"
"I know," He mumbled, wiping tears off his cheek.
"I can't believe you're my son."
"I know."
"If it weren't for you, your mother wouldn't dead."
"I know."
"I'm surprised you managed to survive this long."
"I know."
"You don't deserve to have friends."
"I know."
Tubbo held back a sob, pushing his knees up to his chest. He's heard all these things before, why do they hurt so much now?
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Tubbo shot up, almost hyperventilating.
What the fuck.
He shoved his face into his hands and pushed his knees up to his chest.
It's okay, it's gonna be okay, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine. Everything is fine. It's going to be okay.
The boy was shaking, flinching at every subtle noise. He felt like ripping he hair out or clawing his skin off or hitting himself or-
"Oh my Gods, Tubbo!"
The brunette flinched, hard, at the sudden yell and he covered his ears, putting his hand in a fist. He heard something drop to the ground although he didn't care, he just wanted to stop the yelling.
"Tubbo, Primes-"
Tubbo opened his eyes, seeing a blurry figure of a blonde and a person with half black and half white hair in front of him. Tommy and Ranboo. He exhaled shakily, it's okay, it's just Tommy and Ranboo. It's okay now.
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How to survive-ish (not really, but we're alive)
Fiksi Penggemar"It won't get better, I assure you." Tubbo has seen a lot in his 16 years of life, a lot more than your average adult - let alone a child. Being a vigilante definitely had its ups and downs (mostly downs, if we're being honest) but his friends made...
