No hope [Tubbo Angst]

I cant give up

Dream wouldn't-

He-

Right?

I take off my jacket and take off Tommy's shirt to switch it out and throw his shirt in the hamper.

I ring the bell and jack comes down.

I ask for 2 cups of water and 2 plates of food.

He nods and shuts the door, locking it front the outside.

He must have went back up stairs because I hear his feet hitting the raggedy ass wooden stairs.

I look back at tommy and see his hair and body covered in what seems is dirt and blood.

If he was kept in a basement where did the dirt come from?

Nvm- stupid question!

I put his head in my hands and look around his face.

He has scar's covered everywhere...

I sigh and get up to grab the medkit.

I grab it off the wall and place it next to the bed.

I hear a knock and respond with a "COME IN!"

Shlatt walks through the door and sets down a 2 sets of clothing.

"I uh... heard your friend was probably going to need new clothing so it's there, ring the bell if you need anything else.

I nod as I see jack someing back with a tray of what I have asked.

I watch as shlatt passes jack and walks back up the stairs.

Jack hand me the tray and waves off to do whatever the fuck.

I walk over to the desk and place the tray there.

I walk back over to Tommy and start to disinfect/clean his wounds, as well as bandaging and changing bandages.

After getting all the little scars I start getting to the big ones...

And god... Tommy has been through so much.

If only I just stayed fucking home...

I start to tear up and before I stop the tear from coming out it does...

I feel so over stressed I break down and start sobbing.

I lay my head on Tommy's chest...

I have to listen for his heart beat even in the hardest of times.

It's the least I could do...

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I must have fallen asleep...

I lift up my head and see Tommy's no longer under it-

I jump up and start getting ready to ring the bell until i look over at the desk.

His eye-...

What has clay done to you toms?

I run over to him and hug him.

Hanging on for dear life...

I bury my head into his neck as I start crying... pleading for him to never leave me again.

Until a I hear a sniff...

I look up to see him crying and trying to wip them away...

I grab his hands and he looks at me.

He goes silent for a minute until he starts sobbing his poor little heart out, practically screaming "I'm sorry Tubbo, I should have been better"

Why does he think it's his fault?

Did I do something to make him feel that way???

I throw myself back into a warm hug as me and him cry ourselves to sleep, huddled together on the floor from when we fell off the chair.

( NOT A SHIP!!! It's like a brotherly 'I missed you' type cuddle! If you don't know what that is I'm so sorry🥲)

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Quackity POV:

I park my car and run into the police station.

I look around first then I walk up to the counter.

"WHERE IS HE?" I say out of breath from running so fast into the station.

"Sir, who are you talking abo-"

"Where is Tommy!?" I scream.

"Sir, when we were trying to get him out of the house, someone took him and ran off..." she says in a apologetic tone.

He was close evidence to find Tubbo.

Me finding the kid could have given me answer on where tubs is...

My last chance-

"What..."

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Story's almost complete, how do you feel about that?

Ngl this is probably the most successful fan fiction I have made so I am very proud!

Love y'all!♥️♥️♥️♥️