cracks in the wall▪︎quackity and tubbo▪︎

"YOU CANT TAKE HIM FROM ME" bottles clinking and the TV static filled the hollow house. a baby, no older than two can be heard whimpering, his head hurting, not just from the small growing horns, but also from the bruises and blood oozing from his small body. he lay deep in the dark and damp basement, away from light...

Aren't We Supposed To Hate Eachother?

Hello! Im Jon! More information about me is at my profile! :D my FIRST ever book and try to write one, So i hope you people simp are enjoying it if you dont like the ship, I also write KarlNap, Dnf, FoolSamPonk, SkepHalo and probably more in this story. Or you can check out on my Oneshot book that you guys can comment...