31 Days of Angst

Day 2: Mind Control

I had to take a guess at what the mind control thing was, but my guess is having no control over your own life, so, yeah.

Included Characters: Jschlatt, Tubbo, Quackity
Kind of based on Tubbo being a spy in the war...? but not really

Tubbo sat against the wall of the podium, twiddling his thumbs when suddenly a loud yell echoed from within the podium. It was Schlatt, again.

"TUBBO! GET MY PODIUM READY FOR THE FESTIVAL TOMORROW!" His booming voice echoed along the hills and Tubbo sighed and got up from his position. He had just been peacefully watching some bees when it all had to go downhill with his 'boss' ordering him to do something.

The young boy yelled back, "Right away sir!" Then he climbed his way up the podium and began to rinse and clean the stone for tomorrow. Tubbo had no control over his life. Absolutely none. He was too young supposedly to, and that was why he was ordered to become a spy for Pogtopia.

Nobody thought he had feelings these days, or at least that's how he felt. He was ordered to do this, ordered to do that, and nothing else that he could actually enjoy unless he wanted to 'jeopardize the mission.'

Tubbo started to think while he wiped down the area, of all the things he had once cared about in life. L'Manburg, stolen by Schlatt. Tommy, stolen by Wilbur ordering him to become a spy. The bees, taken by Schlatt. Nobody cared about him. Nobody cared what he thought! Nobody at all!

He was alone, and alone it seemed he would stay.

Wet tears started to drip down his cheeks as he cleaned. Sad tears, ones that physically showed his feeling of helplessness. He let out a choked sob, unable to hold it back. He cleaned and he cleaned until he was done and then he just laid against the stone of the podium, leaning back and just letting the tears fall, and fall.

It was a waterfall, a tsunami, nothing could stop it. He heard footsteps to his side, but he didn't care but instead brought his hands around his knees and turned his head away. A voice sounded with a careful tone towards the crying boy.

"Tubbo? A-Are you alright?" Quackity asked, leaning down near the boy, and carefully laid a hand on his shoulder.

Tubbo just pulled his knees in closer and hid his face, turning away from Quackity, but couldn't help another sob to escape his mouth. "Q-Quackity... I-I got n-no c-c-c-" He couldn't even make words.

The young man just sat down next to Tubbo and sighed, "It's alright Tubbo. Cry it out, you don't have to tell me unless you want to." Tubbo raised his head to look at Quackity with red, puffy eyes, and then he couldn't help but let more tears run down.

Quackity carefully laid his hand on the boy's shoulder who didn't move and instead just tried to take a deep breath. "I-I feel a-as if I h-have no c-c-control over my l-life anymore Q-Quackity."

"We all feel that way sometimes Tubbo, it's not only you but if your strong you'll make it through this, just cry it out bud, then we can get back to work, I'll help, but you have to help yourself mentally." The man explained before walking off, leaving Tubbo in his crying state.

He looked up to see only the stars. The stars...

NOO NOO NO MORE SAD TUBBOX- NEVER AGAIN-NO. TUBBO CANNOT BE SAD.
That might have been a lie... PEACOCK HOW COULD YOU ORDER ME TO DO IT AGAIN??!!!