I've Lost My Way

Chapter 4:

Last update for tonight sorry lmao, I got carried away with this instead of sleeping
BUT DON'T WORRY
I'm going to bed after this is published
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Tommy raced to Wilbur's house, and practically kicked his door open. "Wilbur!" He shouted.

Wilbur looked over and sighed, "Watch it. You almost broke the door." He blinked, "Hey, are you okay?"

Tommy took a moment to catch his breath, "I think... I think something is wrong with Tubbo. I just watched him do.. something crazy!"

Wilbur looked at Tommy in concern, "What did he do?"

"He.. he was torturing this sheep. That's what it seemed like..." Tommy looked down at the ground. He couldn't get that laugh out of his head. "I know what you're gonna say, Will. You want to give him the benefit of the doubt but.." Tommy went quiet for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. "I've never been so afraid of Tubbo before..."

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Tubbo made his way out of the basement, and nearly screamed when Tommy and Wilbur were standing at the front door.

The first thing they see when they first walk in is Tubbo, staring at them like a deer in headlights. Blood was splattered across his face, his arms and the front of his shirt.

It was like Tubbo just committed a murder.

"Tubbo, what happened to you?" Wilbur asked.

Tubbo started to stutter over his words, "I-I was just.. I don't—"

"You got into an accident."

"I got into an accident." Tubbo said, full confidence.

Wilbur walked over, "Are you sure?"

Tubbo nodded, and then glanced at Tommy. He noticed how scared Tommy looked. He had never seen his friend like that.

"If you say so.. Do you need help getting patched up?" Wilbur offered, lowering his voice.

Tubbo shook his head, stepping away. "No.. I was taking care of that downstairs."

"Okay.. Tommy. Come with me, I need your help with somethings. Tubbo..." Wilbur glanced at Tubbo one last time, only now noticing the mask. His eyes narrowed and then looked away, "If you're telling the truth, make sure you get yourself patched up and get some rest."

Tubbo nodded and waited until they were gone before he fell to his knees.

"They don't believe us."

"Yeah, no shit!" Tubbo quickly shook his head, "Sorry."

"If they're going to keep being nosy, we'll have to get rid of them."

"Wha.." Tubbo lifted his head, "Get.. Get rid of them?!" He quickly looked around the room, almost expecting to see someone else there.

"They're going to get in our way. They're going to take away the mask."

Tubbo frowned.

"We shouldn't trust them."

Tubbo nodded, "Yes.. We can't trust them."

"Correct."

Tubbo sighed and went to sit on his couch, "Um.. about the sheep." He whispered, "Why did I have to be so brutal to it?"

What the voice said to Tubbo has crushed him.

"I didn't tell you to torture it. I told you to kill it. You did that by yourself."

Tubbo's eyes were wide, horrified by his own actions. No one told him to do that.. He did it on his own.

"Wasn't it satisfying though?"

Tubbo didn't answer out loud. His breathing picked up as he realized that yes. It was satisfying to him.

"Don't be surprised, my friend."

Tubbo closed his eyes tightly, gripping onto his hair. His thoughts were starting to get overwhelming, and he couldn't think clearly anymore.

"Don't you want to do it again?"

"I do..."