He walks the lonely streets, strangely without feeling fear, but rather nervousness and a low-key, very shy excitement. The warm little body against his chest, sleeping peacefully and lulled by Alex's racing heart fills him with the courage to go on with what he knows will be a long way.
Jschlatt x Quackity with their son Tubbo, featuring Philza and his son Wilbur
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"NO... please. don't leave me too.."
Quiet sobs could be heard from the bushes. The red shirt boy, curled up in a ball, was desperately trying to wipe the tears off his face. "I cant cry. I'm a big man." He forced out a soft chuckle. "Right?... Tubbo?"
!Swearing, Violence, Blood, Trauma!
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