My Tubbo - DadSchlatt AU

My head throbbed painfully as I lurched backwards. I didn't want to be here anymore. I couldn't do this. I didn't even know what this fucking was. I just knew I felt hurt, my head felt like hell, and Tubbo wanted me out of his life.

I knew that I cared. I knew I was trying to forget. And I knew that I was failing. And that I would never succeed. I was so fucking dumb. I swayed on the spot, blinking rapidly.

What was I meant to do now? What even could I fucking do now?

I fell backwards onto the cracked pavement and buried my head in my hands. Why the fuck did I drink? Just get the fuck out of our lives, my Tubbo had said. But he wasn't my Tubbo. He was fucking Wilbur Soot's Tubbo.

Motherfucking Wilbur Soot. Stealing away my fucking son. How dare he. How dare he take away my life. The only thing I cared about.

I sobbed into my hands. The world seemed to spin around me. I hated this. I hated myself.
And I fucking hated Wilbur Soot.

"Sch-Schlatt?" Tubbo stammered out. He sounded muffled. "Are- Holy fuck, are you- Are you okay?"

Wilbur Soot caused this. Him and his goddamn family who were all probably so perfect and so nice and so capable. They stole away my Tubbo from that box all those years ago. They stole away my life- The only reason I still fucking tried. And now I couldn't get him back. And it was all their fault.

I was gonna make them pay. They took away my life- I could damn well take away theirs. Dream had a bow- And an axe. He would fucking help me. He would help me get my Tubbo back.

If fucking Wilbur Soot and his father were out of the picture, Tubbo would be mine. And we would be happy. Because this was all Wilbur's fault. And my fucking ex-girlfriend's fault. She caused all this fucking suffering. And I fucking hated her for it.

But I couldn't do anything about her. I didn't even know where the fuck she was.

I was going to get my son. My Tubbo.

Using any means necessary.

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