I was gone for awhile because I wanted to be like Ranboo in this story lmao. Anyways have Tubbos ending :)
"Tina...?"
"That's not my name, dumbass."
"Tina, it's all in your head."
"That's not my fucking name."
"Fine, Toby." The voice sighed.
"Do I still look like a god damn girl?"
"No, not really."
"Exactly."
"You still have a pussy." The voice giggled.
"Yeah, okay." Toby took a breath. "Leave me alone."
"He's still here you know."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Toby, you can still talk to him. You can even see him if you wanted. Maybe hang out like you used to, have a good laugh."
"Oh really? How the fuck am I supposed to do that."
"Exactly how he went."
"Alright, shut up."
"You complain how you miss him so much, why not go see him for a bit?"
"I'm sad but I don't have a fucking death wish. Besides if I were to go see him for a 'little' it wouldn't be a little. I would be gone forever."
"You wanted to spend forever with him, right."
"I- you mother fucker." Toby smiled "I'm past that."
"No your not."
"I have a boyfriend."
"That doesn't mean you even like him. Maybe you got with him to give a special person the feeling of... jealousy?"
"No, I like my boyfriend."
"Tell me you love him then."
"I like him."
"Or you just like someone else"
"Okay, leave me alone now. You've done enough."
"Fine..."
Tubbo felt a slight burn in his chest. Almost like what you would think you feel after you get stabbed. The pain sprung through his body making him sit up in his bed gripping his chest.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" He gasped.
He would try not to be too loud. Other people in the house have bigger problems than him just getting a slight pain or feeling.
"Will you fucking stop!" Tubbo snarled.
"You're begging to go see him. Deep down you know you want to."
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