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Walking around the clearing felt tiring. It was a loop. Surrounded by guilt and dread. What had he done? Why had he done it? Leaving the poor thing there alone, all because he didn't have enough cash? Pathetic. The day previous. Schlatt POV Looking down at the precious little one I was proud to call my son, a thought struck me. Like a heart attack it shook me to the core. "I don't have enough money to feed you. You might starve little one..." The gaze of those big wondering eyes staring up at me, not a care in the world. Just him and his papa. He didn't understand. What's the point of trying to tell him the problems they might have to face? I felt myself sigh as I turned on the TV and popped him down on the couch with his bee. Sitting down felt like a chore on its own, deadpanning at the stack of hell in front of me. I hear Tubbo giggling in the other room reminding me of why I'm doing this. It's for him, not me.
Setting down my pen and looking over I saw a drawing of a bee. Chuckling to myself I put it in a drawer, not realizing I put it in the paperwork drawer. Picking up Tubbo after he had fallen asleep on the couch I walked over to his room. Gently setting him down and tucking him in, leaving with a kiss to his forehead.
{Chapter one complete! Thanks for reading!} [sending you back home . . .]
(A/N SORRY ITS SHORT HHHH I TRIED MY BEST.) (A/N - Edited: 23/12/20)
