Tubbo With A Box

Chapter 5:

Bruh I burnt my hand today making food

Anyway sorry this is short but 👌👌
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Tubbo sat in the box room, being very quiet.

Too quiet.

He invited Schlatt over that day with the excuse that he had some ideas for Manberg that he wanted to run by.

"Why not run them by me right now?" Schlatt had asked him.

"I had a list," Tubbo was quick to say, "but I left it at home."

Schlatt still wasn't convinced but soon gave up and said he'll stop by later in the day.

And now there Tubbo was, drawing ram horns on the sides of the box and waiting for the president to show.

A few minutes after Tubbo was done with the box, he heard a knock at the door. He very quickly walked out of the room and invited Schlatt in. "Welcome!" He chirped.

Schlatt just walked in, taking a quick glance around like he normally did. "Okay so, those ideas?"

Tubbo nodded, "Yes! Would you like to sit down?" He asked, leading Schlatt into his living room.

Schlatt shrugged and sat down. "So-"

"Hang on! I need to find that list." Tubbo left the room, leaving Schlatt alone for the moment. He gripped onto the item in his pocket, waiting for his right hand man to return.

Tubbo had returned a while ago, holding a shard of broken glass behind his back. Schlatt didn't seem to notice, and just before Tubbo could land a blow onto him, he very quickly felt himself hit the ground.

Tubbo stared up at Schlatt with wide eyes. Schlatt was holding the teen down with most of his weight and he held a knife over his head.

"I should have fuckin' known you would try something like this." He glared at Tubbo, laughing at his efforts to get free. He held the knife to Tubbo's neck, "So where is my Vice President, Tubbo?"

Tubbo gulped, opening his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. "He's..."

"Don't even think about lying to me." Schlatt's gaze darkened, "Because I know." Tubbo looked away, quickly. "That's why you were so panicked. When you gave me the wrong box?"

"How do you know?"

Schlatt laughed, "So you admit it?" He pulled the knife away from Tubbo, "That was easy."

Tubbo raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as Schlatt kept talking. "I don't understand why you'd off the Flatty Patty, and unfortunately I can't let you get away with that." He lowered his voice, "But if you will use this 'talent' of yours, maybe I'll forget about it."

Tubbo finally said something, "What do you want me to do?"

"I'm sure you're familiar with Wilbur."

Tubbo's breath caught in his throat when hearing his name. "No, I can't do that-"

"It wasn't exactly a request. I don't care when, but I'll need him disposed of sooner or later."

"But I thought you-"

"I do not care for him, no." Schlatt let go of Tubbo, standing up and fixing up his clothes. "If you continue to refuse, there's a very good reason why I needed that gunpowder."

Schlatt grinned and made an explosion noise, and he left Tubbo's house.

Tubbo watched Schlatt leave and once he was gone, he stabbed the shard of glass into the floor, wincing when he cut his hand doing so. "Ow!" He huffed.

He went to his kitchen sink, running his hand under the water as he started thinking.

He doesn't have a choice anymore.