tubbo stood in front of the mirror, attempting to tie his tie, slowly becoming more frustrated with every second he couldn't do it.
"UGH" he let out a frustrated shout, throwing the tie against the wall, walking away
"come here"
tubbo turned seeing his ghostly father holding the tie, a weak smile
"i can do it-"
"yeah i noticed" schlatt chuckled holding up the tie mockingly
tubbo gave in and approached, schlatt showed him how to tie his tie
"there you go that's more like it"
they turned to look in the mirror, a proud smile across schlatts face, much like his father tubbo had started growing mutton chops.
schlatt ruffled his hair, then raised tubbos chin
"that's my boy" schlatt smiled looking at the reflection of his son beside him in the mirror.
"i'm proud of you"
"really?" tubbo turned to face his dad
"of course i am! my son! the president" schlatt beamed
tubbos ego and self image boosted, he felt grateful he'd made someone proud
"but tubbo, there's one thing we've got to change" schlatts tone changed
"oh, what is it?" tubbo asked
"you let the world think you're weak, when in reality you're strong, you need to show them you mean business, it hurts to be cruel but sometimes it's the only way to show you're serious"
"but- i don't want to be like that, i just want peace"
"sometimes, peace can only be obtained through pain"
"but"
"tubbo, your country will fall apart if they believe their ruler is weak and eventually like i learned it will fall beneath you they will all turn on you"
"what do i do"
"establish some rules, build some walls, make them all look like fools"
"they're my people dad"
"exactly YOUR people, they need to learn to listen"
"i suppose you're right"
"i'm never wrong"
tubbo walked over to the window, looking out at the city below him, over time it had grown and flourished. now it was more vibrant than ever.
tubbo needed some time to think, so he headed to his favourite place to be, the bee sanctuary.
he sat, the bees around him, landing on flowers and back to their hives, he'd always been fascinated by them, their gentle buzzes.
the door opened, tubbo looked up to see quackity
quackity hated bees
this was peculiar
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FanfictionThey found him at the side of a road; a small child obviously malnourished and uncared for. a small boy with little to no memory of who or what he was. A small boy in a box. They called him tubbo; tubbo grew up chasing bees, playing in boxes and bo...
