MCYT ONESHOTS

-Imaginary-

TW: mentions of child abuse and bullying

  Tubbo would think dying as scary, a horrific experience to live, but why had it felt so refreshing and peaceful?

  Maybe because suddenly he was outside an unfamiliar elementary school, the school bell ringing and signaling that school had let out.

  Tubbo had distant memories of someone telling him that when he was needed, he would be summoned. It was a foggy memory, and that information seemed to be the only thing he could draw from it.

  It didn't matter to Tubbo too much when he saw a sad figure walking past him. A blond boy not much taller than Tubbo himself. He gripped tightly onto the straps of his red backpack. A pink and bloody nose was what had concerned Tubbo the most. This must have been his summoner.

  "Hey, wait!" Tubbo caught up to the boy. "Are you okay?"

  The blond boy stopped in his tracks, pausing to look at Tubbo in shock. Then anger. "I'm fine, leave me alone."

  "You don't look okay." Tubbo ignored the obvious push, seeing as this boy probably needed some comfort. That bloody nose didn't seem too much like an accident.

  "Don't they tell you don't judge a book by it's cover? I'm fine. Now leave me alone."

  "Is Tommy talking to himself?" Tubbo turned to see two girls giggling against the wall, talking loud enough for both Tubbo and the blond boy, Tommy, to hear.

  "I'm not—" Tommy scoffed, turning his head away. "Idiots. You're literally right next to me."

  "I don't think they can see me like you can."

  Tommy halted, turning to look at Tubbo again, then back at the giggling girls, and this glancing cycled for a few moments. Before Tommy scoffed again, "Yeah, okay, whatever." He began walking again.

  "How old are you, Tommy?" Tubbo asked, trying to change the subject. Maybe talking about his bloody nose wasn't the best way to socialize with his summoner.

  "Seven."

  Tubbo's eyes lit up with a gasp. "Me too! We're the same age, isn't that cool?"

  "I guess." Tommy shrugged. "Are you following me home?"

  "Where else would I go? You summoned me."

  Tommy halted for the third time in a row, this time farther away from the school. "Summoned you? What, are you a demon or something? I didn't summon you."

  "But you did."

  "I really didn't. How does summoning even work?"

  Tubbo giggled. "You wanted a friend, didn't you?"

  "I. . . Yeah."

  "That's what I'm here for!" Tubbo swung his arms out to the side for effect.

  "A friend?" Tommy asked cautiously.

  "Mhm. You seem like a fun person to be friends with, Tommy. Oh! I'm Tubbo by the way. I forgot to mention that."

  "Tubbo." Tommy tried the name on his tongue, immediately deciding he liked the name. "Okay, Tubbo. We can be friends."

  "Yay!" Tubbo bounced a few times. "Now let's get home."

  "Right." Tommy began walking again, furrowing his eyebrows as he began to think. "My brothers won't like me bringing a stranger in."

  "They won't even notice I'm there." Tubbo smiled. "I'm just like a ghost."

  Tommy laughed in amusement, clearly not believing Tubbo despite the confidence. "Okay, Tubbo."