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...