Summary: Tubbo finds himself with another human being, in their house, and with their story.
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..."what." I haven't heard a voice in a very long time. I tried to stand up, but yelped in pain and dropped again. "ah ah ah, don't move, I bring some first aid." I couldn't even see who the mysterious person was, they had a deep voice, so I'm pretty sure they were a male. The door closes, and after a while, the person came again, now kneeling infront of me. "who are you?" "ah, right, how rude of me, my name is Dr Wynstor. I've been studying this world." Dr Wynstor said. He was helping me up after he patched me up. "You can go now." Philza flies away, well, he was quite rude to them. "How long have you been here?" "Long enough. I've been here for way longer than you. Decades." my heart drops. "But, don't worry, I know how to get you out of here."
My eyes follow him as he walks away, opening the door and signaling me to step inside. He holds the door open when I Pushed myself up and follow him, slower than he did. Which is surprising, since he was looking pretty old. Grayish hair, wrinkles, god he was older than Phil was back home.
Inside was a living room, opening up to a kitchen. It seemed very modern and clean. How? I don't know, how did he get a kitchen here? "make yourself comfortable! Coffee? Tee?" I look around flabbergasted by the place "waters just fine..." Tubbo mumbled, Dr Wynstor hums lightly walking off to the kitchen and disappearing behind the counter. I look at the walls, decorated with shelfs filled with books and photos. Paintings on the wall, and a couch in the middle with a coffee table in front. Dr Wynstor comes back to the main area, a glass with water in hand, and sits down on the couch, patting the space next to him. "come, sit down, I don't bite!" while you shouldn't trust strangers in my world, I've gotten pretty used to trust any kind being here, so I do as he says "How did you-" "Tubbo I've been here for way longer than you believe, I found many more possibilities, this is just a tiny bit of how much I can do!" "How do you know my name?" Dr Wynstor's smile drops "I've been watching you for a while. Ever since that darn monster got you down here, I've been sending my pets after you trying to find out as much about you as possible." "monster? pets?" "You'll understand soon enough, I believe you don't catagorieze them like I do, you just call them creatures, am I right?" I was quite confused still, as he called Ranboo a monster, and the aren't a monster, they are really kind. Why would he call them that?
"Why did you watch me?" "It's been a long time since there's been a human here, besides me ofcourse." "there were others?" "That's a story for another day!" he quickly reassured me, the mood being very weird. "How did you end up here?" I wanted to know everything I can, and he seemed very pleased to answer most of my questions "Just like you, a monster brought me here. To be more precise, the same that brought you aswell." Ranboo? They've seen another human before me? "don't they, like, age and stuff?" "shouldn't you have learned that things work differently here than in our world?" he asked me, and It is true, but I didn't know everything. "alright, I think that's enough questions for now. We can talk more about this stuff later, you could use some new clothes-" "oh- sorry for uhm staining the couch.. and floor... and all-" "don't worry about it!" Dr Wynstor said very kindly waving it off, pointing at a broomcloset in the far end of the kitchen "I have stuff that cleans better than anything. Don't bother about it! Come along now, I prepared a room for you to stay in." Dr Wynstor stood up and walked towards a door, opening it to a hallway of many other doors. I don't know how many rooms there are, or how he doesnt seem tired at all, cause this place is spotless! I stand up and follow him slower than he was, but he waited patiently at a door, smiling really nice. When I finally came to the frame, he opened the door to a rather big room, it had a bed along with a bedside table, on which laid some fresh clean clothes, and a packet, on the walls empty frames and shelfs, ready to be filled with all kinds of paintings and books. A dresser, next to the bed, and a desk on the other end, with a chair and lamp. It was even more than what I had back home. There was a door on the wall, probably leading to a bathroom, or something. "this is your room" he said "make yourself comfortable, I'll make dinner ready. We'll talk more then!" It wasnt even that late yet, a little weird to make dinner now, but I don't judge. I mean, free food, sure! "I'll come in a minute." "take your time!" he said, closing the door and walking off, the footsteps leaving back to the living room.
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I look in the bathroom mirror at the outfit I got. I didn't really care with how it looked like, but I still would like to know. It's a simple black hoodie with yellowish-beige pants and black boots, along with a brown beanie for some reason, but I chose not to put it on as it could seem disrespectful. I took the time and used the brush in the bathroom to brush through my hair, still very wet from the shower. It took time to get it through, and it was also painful. When I looked back in the mirror I realized that it had grown a lot since I left home. I haven't brushed it since, so I never knew it's true lenght. It grew around 3 or 4 inches, maybe even more, I haven't measured in a long time.
I look at my scars, I had a lot of big and small ones covering my whole body, but I was only inspecting the ones on my face. I had one across my forehead over my right eye, stopping in the middle of my nose, and another one, reaching from my neck over my cheek, back to the ear. Parts of my ear lobes were cut multiple times. I also had one on my eye, no, It didn't blind me, but when it swollen up I couldn't see for a couple days through that eye, but now I can again. There is also one on my chin, stopping on my neck. I've grown used on seeing scars on my body in this world, but now looking in an actual mirror, in the new clothes, freshly showered, with brushed hair, looking like I used to, it felt odd, the scars don't belong on me anymore, they don't hold the kind of story I held on so dearly when I got back. They feel like dirt.
I turn away from the mirror, meeting the door, opening it and walking out to the kitchen, not letting another thought enter my mind when I make my way into the kitchen "Oh, Tubbo, you've freshen up, that's nice!" Dr Wynstor said, taking a pot from the stove and walking in the living room, placing it on the table in the middle, ofcourse putting something on it first. "I'll get the plates and silverware, Tubbo could you please check the door, to make sure my pet isn't there? If it is, just send it away, would ya? Thank you" he went back in the kitchen. I really don't like how he refers to Philza, but I shouldn't be complaining, it doesn't seem like Philza hates him, and he seems really nice to me. Also, he literally gives me food, clothes and a room, and he'll even help me back home, so I shouldn't complain. I open the door, and noone was there, just the cold wind in my face in the high mountains. I close the door and go back in "noone was there-" "I believe you meant something, Tubbo, those monsters or pets are not humans." "yeah. right." my mood dropped. He was quite rude about them, but maybe there was a reason for that.
"I believe that you think I'm mean to them, aren't you?" he said, sitting down at the table he finished up. "I'm uhh- I.. well-" "Calm your nerves, Tubbo, you don't need to feel pressured, you don't know the history. Here, have some soup, It is delicious! Own recipe." I sat next to him, looking at the pot which now didn't have the lid on anymore, inside was a soup, looking really delicious like Dr Wynstor said. "I'd say I'll tell you the story behind this all after dinner, enjoy!" he smiled, taking a spoonful and eating it.
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"So, can you- um- tell me the story behind all this now?" "oh, right." Dr Wynstor's smile fades, he coughed before turning to me with his chair "Well, your so called creatures are what I call monsters for a good reason. They kill. And not just a little bit. It's their life goal. Their joy. I watched it happen infront of my eyes. A monster, being all nice and kind to you, and then it kills your best friend and devours him in plain sight." his face moved onto old memories. "Y'know the tall moth thingy that you went with? Well, it was the one that killed my him back then. Not only that thing, I watched them, crawl out of their holes, just to get a piece of him. Fighting, just for a piece of his flesh. I remember the eyes being picked out, stomping on his head, ripping out his legs, and I was there, hiding, watching them. I couldn't help him. I had to watch my best friend die, and I was just a child." tears form in his eyes, as he mumbled an excuse and left off. I couldn't move. I was frozen in place, thinking of the time me, Ranboo and Tommy were together. Yes, I've seen Ranboo kill, but never on this description.
Ranboo was most times very sweet, was it true? Was Ranboo truly just trying to trick him? What did their journey meant to them? What about Tommy, and the others? I shake it off, and walk to my room, I need to calm down before thinking too much. I look at the wodden, dark ceiling, thoughts entering and exiting my mind, trying to find an answer but I don't pay attention to them. I close my eyes, lying on my bed, imagining a memory, of how Tommy and Ranboo sleep carefree on the statue we rested at, their body's moving lightly as they breath, some twitching, it was so peaceful.
I wish time would have stopped right then and there. I wish I didn't move on. I wish I didn't leave them. I wish I never found out about the truth.
I slowly drift off, letting my thoughts take over, and watch Ranboo stand up in my memory.
They look at Tommy, kicking it out of the way, before walking over to me. Tommy now bleed on the ground, I tried to scream, but something covered my mouth, it was the purple creature, water starts rising from the ground, Ranboo's eyes turn purple, the glow around them growing from barely visible to very blinding, surrounding everything, everything was now purple, from the waters swam bodies upwards. My friends. Their parts swimming freely, closer towards me. They whisper, "it's your fault." over and over, when Ranboo's mouth opens, and it jumps at me.
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"NO!" I scream, as I open my eyes, I fell from the bed. My whole face was wet from tears, which are still running, my body is shaking and sweating. "It was just a nightmare... just a nightmare...everythings fine..." while the fear slowly goes away, the pain doesn't. I sit up, back on the bed, holding my legs, and laying my head ontop. I grab the pillow from the bed to muffle my cries.