Adopted

Chapter 19

Slight trigger warning. Talks if deaths

"Law look...it's a little baby" Tubbo giggled, running over to a ghost like boy. It was small male sat on the floor. He had ginger hair, freckles and overalls on. He seemed to be playing with the grass.

"Carefull Tubbo. He has a bad aura around him" law warned as Tubbo walked over. "Hello, I'm Tubbo" Tubbo introduced, slightly startling the young ghost boy. "Oh I'm sorry"

"Careful, he's looking at us now" The ginger looked at the brunette and smiled. "Toob" he introduced, putting his hand out. "Tubbo no, I don't want to share your body with some random"

"I let you in, why can't he?" Tubbo asked. The two males had a small argument as Toob watched in confusion. "Sorry about that, I already have ghost friend in my head" he giggled. Toob nodded, hand still out. Tubbo took him and Toob dissapered.

Tubbo felt sick slightly as he gripped a tree close by. "You okay Tubbo? Need a break?, unlike us, you are only Four. Sit down and close your eyes" Tubbo followed the instructions and sat down besides a tree, closing his eyes.
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I woke up in control. Tubbo was passed out somewhere in our head so I took over. Toob I will agree...annoys me but not as much as I thought. He's older than Tubbo. Two years actually. Toob is 7 while I'm 16. I know, massive age gap but it's not my fault I still age. I could have stopped but without a body, it would have taken a lot of energy and I've used so much energy already staying 16 for so long, it started to hurt me.

"Going where?" Toob asked me. "I'm not sure. I have a feeling you're not the last one we bump into today" I sighed, walking through the grass.

It was a lot tougher than I remembered...oh you'd probably want to know how myself and Toob died, the reason we're here.

Well Toob was actually born in the Victorian Era what was odd but the way he acts...I'm not actually surprised. Apparently he was one who would climb in chimneys but one day...got stuck...he suffocated. It took two hours and no-one helped him, no-one even knew he was gone until it was too late. Apparently though he was a bit of a criminal. He had killed the odd person but I mean-Who didn't.

As for me...well I was tricked. I was bored around the American revolution so around in NewYork 1776 I guess. I was helping this dude called...I think it was Hamlet wait no-Hamilton. That was it, Alexander fucking Hamilton.

He tricked me that ugly bitch. I was carrying a crate of 'dead' explosives. They were apparently caught in the rain so I was talking it back to a camp sight when he came up behind me, taking it and thwn giving it back to me and bolting away. It was too late for me because it exploded and it...killed me...

"Uh...who are you?" We turned around to see another male. Fuck-

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Two in one day baby