I've Lost My Way

Chapter 3:

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Spooky, right?
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Tubbo had fallen back asleep, and when he woke up again, it was early in the morning. He huffed and dragged himself out of bed.

"Morning."

Tubbo grumbled a 'good morning' in response.

"Not a morning person?"

"No." Tubbo growled out, looking for something to eat. He realized that he didn't eat much the other day, and only now noticed how hungry he really was.

"Where's your blonde friend?"

"I don't know. Didn't see him when I got home yesterday." Tubbo started to chow down on an apple.

"I have a feeling he might try to take the mask away."

"Tommy wouldn't do that, he's my friend and respects what I want.. even if he doesn't show it." Tubbo tried to explain.

"If you say so. Whatever you do, don't let anyone take it away. In the worst possible scenario, you have to be the one to destroy it."

The voice explained to Tubbo. Tubbo blinked in confusion, but nodded. He decided not to ask about it.

"Today I need you to kill an animal."

"What? Why?" Tubbo gasped. That idea sounded horrible to him, "They won't be dying for no reason, right? It's because we need something from them."

"Sure. Let's say that."

Tubbo frowned, really unsure about it. The inside feeling quickly faded away and Tubbo was suddenly filled with a feeling of... Tubbo shook his head and got his sword. "What kind of animal?"

"Doesn't matter."

Tubbo left the house, and walked quite a ways. He made sure he was far away from anyone, he didn't want anyone to see what he was going to do.

The feeling of guilt was overwhelming, even though he hadn't done anything yet.

"Why are you so nervous, Tubbo? Just before we met you were hunting animals."

Tubbo shook his head, "I-I don't know this just.. feel different.

"It will be okay."

"It will be okay." Tubbo repeated, not even realizing that came out of his mouth.

Tubbo walked for a few more minutes, before he came across a lone sheep. Tubbo pulled out his sword and swung.

Tubbo flinched when the poor sheep's blood splattered onto his face. This was much different than hunting. This poor sheep was given a slow and painful death, unlike all the other animals he had hunted. Because of him.

"It's necessary."

Tubbo nodded, "It's necessary." He gulped. With one last swing, Tubbo seemed to have blacked out. At least that's what he thought.

***

Tommy had seen Tubbo walking this was a while ago, so he decided to follow his friend. As he slowly got closer to where Tubbo was, he could hear him talking to someone.

Tommy peeked out from behind a tree. His eyes widened when he saw Tubbo stabbing his sword into a sheep, over and over. Tommy gasped. Tubbo always made sure the animals had a quick and painless death when they would hunt together.

This was something Tommy had never seen before, and most likely wasn't supposed to witness.

"What the fuck?" He whispered, backing away. He started to run, when the sound of Tubbo laughing stopped in dead in his tracks. Tommy's breath caught in his throat, and chills ran down his spine.

Tubbo's laugh has never been so terrifying.

Tommy quickly snapped out of it and made a run for it. He needed to tell someone, and he knew exactly who to tell.

***

Tubbo snapped out of his weird daze, and stared down at the poor sheep below him. It didn't look like a sheep anymore.

"Interesting. Now, bring it home."

"Okay.." Tubbo carried the mangled sheep body, and headed home. He was lucky that no one saw him. He didn't know what he'd say if someone were to catch him like this.

Tubbo walked into his house, "Where do I put it?"

"Basement."

Tubbo made his was to the basement. No one had been down there in a long time, which was probably a good thing now. Tubbo set the body down. "Is this.. some ritual thing?"

"Something like that."

Tubbo looked around, "What?? I'm not going to be summoning Satan or anything like that, right?" Tubbo's question wasn't answered.

"Don't worry. Everything is okay."

"Everything is okay." Tubbo repeated without even thinking. Everything is okay. Everything will be okay. Tubbo nodded, feeling calm again.