Vent-fic Stories

Tubbo never feared death until he looked it in the eye. But now he'd never have to stare it down again. A short vent story about how it felt to die. Trauma, recovery and healing. • DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS A VENT AND FEATURES MY PSUEDO MEMORIES. My name is Tubbo or Toby. I'm part of a system. Please be respectful of the events of this story as its how I remember everything happening. • TW/CW: this story contains graphic depictions of gore, death, trauma, panic attacks, and probably more later on. Warnings on chapters. • No ships (mentioned platonic husband). Hurt/comfort. Hurt no comfort sequel eventually maybe.

When Nines and Gavin exhaust themselves with a case, Connor and Hank step in to help Nines relax a little.