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I can't lose you too...
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TW// Mentions of self harm & mentioned suicide attempt
Sam placed a plate in front of Phil, the man looking up from his paperwork and giving the man a grateful smile. He was always looking out for his friend. The blonde pushed aside the papers and moved the plate over slightly, picking up the crockery that was sat with it.
It had been nearly three days and they were yet to hear anything from the police department and every hour their hostage became more and more battered. It was mainly Tubbo taking out his anger at losing his best friend and Phil's anger at losing his son. God help anyone who injured or killed either of Phil's boys, blood or not.
Since Tommy was taken from Phil, the man had not slept as he vowed to never rest until he got back his son. Bags were under his eyes yet he showed no signs of slowing down until he had his blonde son in his arms again. If he came back with even one scratch, he was going to kill someone.
The man was brutal when he wanted to be.
"Have faith, friend" Sam smiled as he sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Phil smiled softly as he cut into the chicken in a quick motion.
"Tommy's strong, I believe he'll be just fine. It's the boy in our basement I worry about, it's all on that Captain that Wilbur hurt" He had a small laugh in his tone, the young man smiling also.
Sam saw Tommy as a son in a way, while the man was only seven years older, the blonde looked up to the former warden and when Sam had come to work with them in the club full-time after he was found out, Tommy was a pretty happy kid. They were yet to do any tasks together but the blonde was itching to get out with his friend.
The frontman knew that he would be home one way or another, and if he got involved was completely up to how the police captain would respond.
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With Technoblade at his side and supporting his actions, the trigger happy maniac jumped into his best friend's car and hit the gas immediately. The red car was used to the shorter teen's size and was already adjusted to him, the seat farther forward. The brunette drove onto the road, keeping to the pace rather than causing a scene.
He felt bad taking Tommy's car but he had to get his anger out somehow. For the past four years he had always been there without fail and now, these past three— nearly four— days have been torturous. No matter how much Ranboo tried to console him, he couldn't control the twitch. His body yearned for a fight. His fingers twitched against the wheel as his free leg bounced, with a sick sadistic smile across his face.
Tubbo wanted to cause some chaos.
The brunette pulled into the side of the road where police worked. A crime scene made by Techno for the kid. The pinkette had been meaning to pick off a thorn in his side and well, unfortunately for Wisp, wrong place, wrong time. It sucks that he turned out to be a spy for a rival gang. He turned off the car and reached over to the passenger seat, picking up two pistols. He loaded them both and looked out the door, none of the idiot cops had noticed the bullet-hole ridden car on the other side of the road.
Tubbo let out a sigh of relief as he felt the weapon in his hand, his smile only growing wider. His identity was known and he knew it, why hide anymore? Opening the top of the car and popping out the top, his brown hair nearly covered his eyes but yet he managed to see perfectly. He lined up one of the firearms with the scene, making sure to barely miss. He only wanted to give them a scare.
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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