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𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?

mc irl au
ships: none- dont ship minors, ill gut you
notes: bittersweet ff? traitor tubbo au
its p bad sorry to everyone who expected better from me :pensive:
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"Tubbo! Please, you don't have to do this, you know-" "You don't understand, Wilbur. I do have to do this."

WilburSoot was slain by Tubbo_

"NO! Wilbur!" A familiar voice rang out across the field, once chipper and bright; now tinged with pain and sorrow. "Tubbo?!" "What?" The brunet spun around on his heel, pointing the sword clutched in his grip towards his former friend. 

"Tubbo, I- you- why would you do that..?" Tommy's eyes widened, cyan meeting deep blues. 

"We were friends! He- Wilbur cared for you like a brother! Please, Tubbo, you can still go to the right side.." Instead of answering, Tubbo only held the sword out in front of him, a defense to keep Tommy away from him.

"When has that ever been true? You've all just treated me like shit!" The brunet spat out, hatred and spite clear in his tone. 

"That's not true, I swear!" 

Tubbo merely scoffed, turning away from the blond. 

"Liar." "Well, if I'm lying, then how is Schlatt treating you right now? There's no way- last we saw you, he was manipulating you, can't you see that?!" "I'm his right-hand man, Tommyinnit. I'd of course be the one to carry out his tasks."

Tommy reached out, trying to catch Tubbo's arm, being only met with a swing from the netherite sword Tubbo kept grasped in his grip. 

It was a narrow miss, one that left a small scar on his cheek. 

"Tubbo-" 

"Don't touch me, Tommy." 

And with that, the brunet left the small clearing, Tommy's eyes watering as he watched his best friend step away oh-so-casually from the life that they'd spent together.

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"Tubbo! My right hand man," Schlatt greeted the teen with a wide smile, showing off his overly-large canines. 

"Just the person I wanted to see," the goat hybrid spoke, a hint of something Tubbo couldn't quite detect in his voice. 

"I have a task for you, Tubbo." "What is it, sir?" "I want you to go and find and bring WilburSoot and Tommyinnit to me," Schlatt said, the grin on his face growing wider every word he spoke. "Yes, sir," The brunet replied, leaving the hybrid's office and shutting the door behind him.

On his way to the forest where he had last seen the two of them, Tubbo's thoughts started running wild.

'Schlatt, manipulating me? No more than you did,' the brunet bitterly thought, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. 

"Oh, this is the clearing they were last in," Tubbo said aloud to himself. Searching around the small area divided by the tall trees, Tubbo finally spotted a glint of grey through the trees and bushes, manuvering his way through the branches and finding himself at the bank of a small pond, a bridge shoddily constructed with cobblestone paving a small way to the other side of the pond. 

A slight cliff towered over the brunet as he made his way across, careful not to slip and fall off the narrow, damp path. It was a beautiful day, really. And a gorgeous place to live, if Tubbo was being honest. It was just a shame that blood would be spilt over these same crisp plains, he thought to himself as he trudged through the many small wildflowers.

As Tubbo took a look around at his surroundings to make sure to place the area in his mind so as to not get lost, a small bee landed on a daisy next to him. It lingered on the flower for a second, before flying off into a small opening, and Tubbo snuck over to watch it. The bee made its way towards a small flower field, and the brunet crouched as he followed the small insect. 

It flew around in circles for a bit before resting in a small yellow and white flower field, Tubbo walking over and sitting amongst the flowers. The brunet remembered spending time with Tommy in a field just like this, the two of them laughing and making flower crowns together. 

The memories were bittersweet, clouding the brunet's thoughts as he tried to get them out of his head, to no avail. Tearing off part of the suit he wore, Tubbo laid in the grass alongside the flowers as he reminicized.

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"Tommy, Tommy!" The brunet ran towards his taller friend, a small bee buzzing around his head. "What is it, Tubbo?" Tommy held a small flower crown in his hands, the daisies weaving around the smaller dandelion stems to form a circular shape. "Look what I've got!" Tubbo opened his hand, two golden lockets perched in his palm. "They're for you and me, will you wear them?" Tubbo knew the younger boy wasn't exactly one for friendship jewelery or anything of the sort, but instead of scoffing and turning away like he was expecting from Tommy, the blue eyed boy shot up and wrapped Tubbo into a hug, the two embracing like they'd never see each other again. "Of course I'll wear it, Tubbo. You're my best friend, after all."
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If only he could go back to those times, when all there was to lose was small squabbles and arguments.

If only.