All is Fair in War || SBI || Mafia AU

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A loud bang sounded through the air, the bullet hitting a bin that sat in the alleyway. All the officers turned to look at the teen who had a gun pointed towards them, smiling widely.

"Come get me Piggies!" He laughed before ducking in the car, he could hear the people outside calling his name, them identifying him right off the bat. He hit the gas and ducked onto the road. Tubbo had no idea how he was going to get out of his scenario without ending up with Tommy or with his dad but he couldn't care less.

Cars braked to a stop as the teen passed them at an illegal speed. Tubbo wasn't a great driver but this only made it more exciting. It was a game of Russian roulette, would he make it out alive? He'd have to wait and see.

Tubbo was crazy, but yes, he was that crazy. He had played that very game before and when his opponent was the one who got the bullet, a part of him was jealous because that meant he won the game meaning the living teen had lost. That was the one and only time he was given the okay to torture someone, before Karl of course, and Foolish knew the teen would try it again and called it off.

The world was a game for Tubbo. He was once the puppet but now he was the puppeteer, once controlled by an alcoholic father but broke through his strings. Everyone was now his puppets and he was happily pulling the strings of his favourite puppets; the police. His little piggies. For the past year, with Phil's permission, he had been anonymously tipping the police off and sending them in a circle. It was his all-time favourite game.

He laughed as he looked out the rearview mirror, watching as the law-branded cars tailed him. Oh how he would love to throw a bomb their way but he had just used his final one the other day when he blew up that person's home because they had known too much.

Tubbo was a master when it came to making bombs, never did he use premade ones. Phil had stopped ordering the nuclear weapons and had begun to rely on the brunette who happily made them with ease, just get him the parts and he'll be on his way. He could make them out of everything, car parts, phones, hell he's even made one of a charging cord. Once, when he was sixteen, someone broke into the facility he was working in and shot the weapon he had been creating for Quackity and he ended up with burns on the right side of his body and face but that never deterred him. If anything, they fueled him more.

Police never knew who the bomber was... and they still don't know it's the teenager in the car but the nukes were what fueled the boy. He was definitely going to send them one after Tommy gets home.

With a tight grip, Tubbo pulled a risky move by turning to face the cops and barely pushing past them causing them to brake to a halt before turning and pursuing the teenager. Whatever he did, all he knew was he couldn't lose the car. He passed by the crime scene once again, a smile on his face at Techno's work. On the brick wall written in blood read:

We're coming for my brother

Tubbo's ringtone began to blare through the speakers, Techno's name reading clear as day. He hit accept and swerved another corner, losing the fuzz for a moment before they continued to tail him. He huffed with a smile, sticking his hand out the top and flipping them off.

"What's up, bossman?" The teenager responded with a cheerful tone. The smell of rubber filled the air around him. Tubbo had never done drugs, but he was so sure he was high off the rush of adrenaline.

"How's the scene?"

"Oh-ho! Fucking brilliant, a true masterpiece if I do say so myself, Blade"

"Tubbo, where are you?" A familiar voice called. Fuck.

"What's Ranboo doing there?!"

"Where are you?!" He repeated, Techno groaned on the other end which gave the trigger happy teen the impression that his other best friend and platonic soulmate had forced the older to call him and had taken his phone because he hadn't seen the brunette in a few hours and knew how unstable he was.

He knew that Tubbo wouldn't pick up with his caller ID.

"Playing a game"

"Of what?"

"Chase"

"Who is chasing who, Tubbo?"

"Does it matter?"

"Toby!" Ranboo's voice was mildly frantic, taking him back. He hadn't been called by his legal name for years, he hated it too much. But he could tell his friend was worried, he always was. One of his friends was unstable and literally twitched for a fight while the other was reckless and had a past of self-harm.

Ranboo only wanted to make sure that their family were safe and having no idea how Tommy was drove them even crazier than they let on. He had spent the first night crying from his worry and fear, not even Tubbo knew how to help him. With a sigh, the boy nodded, even if no one could see him.

"I- I needed to cause a fight, Boo. My twitch it was- it was too strong..." He swerved another corner, the police were now further behind him. He'll most likely lose them in the next few turns, which is what he then proceeded to do.

"Tubbo... You're supposed to come to me!-"

"I just want him home, okay?! Is that too much to ask?! He's a kid who has gone through so much... we all have..." A tear fell down his cheek. He had already nearly lost Tommy once and he would've if Phil hadn't found him, he couldn't do it again.

"Come home, bo, please"

"Yeah... I'm on my way"

"Thank you..."

Tubbo hung up, he refused to let his tears fall. He was a crazy maniac with a love for making nukes and bombs with a twitch but he was also human, and this human loved his friends. They took him in when he only had one other person. Tommy saw past the traumatic kid and helped him heal, letting him see the world for himself rather than locking him away.

When Tubbo had been told by Wilbur that Tommy had attempted to take his own life, he couldn't help but break down in the other teen's arms. He knew he would live but it hurt him to know his best friend was in pain while he had been helping the brunette to heal. Whenever he saw those faint white scars on his arms, he couldn't help but feel guilt. He ended up sleeping next to the blonde in his bed for the next week because he couldn't bear to leave him alone. He was clingy and he knew it.

He now made sure to always check on the taller male and whenever he felt like relapsing, he would go straight to the older boy and he would help the blonde. They usually used a sharpie on his wrists and it helped the younger to know that he had people he could rely on.

Tommy was yet to reveal, however, why he did it.

Tubbo turned into the parking garage and jumped out, immediately being tackled into the taller male with split-hair dye's arms. A soft sob escaping their lips. The brunette knew he shouldn't have left his friend's side but the voices and twitch got to him. He was going to kick himself about it later, he already knew that.

"I'm sorry, Boo" he whispered, wrapping his own skinny arms around the other figure.

"I'm just glad you're safe" He held onto him tighter "Please never do that again"

"I won't... I won't"

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