- your sister was right - wilbur soot -
"it was actually really nice catching up with quackity, i hate to say it, but i missed him" schlatt chuckled as he closed the door behind him, he began to wonder why he didn't just phase through the door.
"tubbo?" he called out, realising his son didn't answer back to him
he turned a corner, now facing the office, tubbo collapsed into the chair, an empty bottle of wine laying on the table and a bottle of vodka in his hand
"my god" schlatt rushed over
"oh hey dad" tubbo said, weakly
"are you- are you fucking drunk?"
"no"
"then what the fuck is this" schlatt shouted picking up the wine bottle
"a bottle"
"are you being serious right now" tears filled schlatts eyes
"yeah" tubbo sat up, his bags heavy underneath his own eyes
" this stuff! this stuff fucking killed me!" schlatt screamed
"eh" tubbo only replied with a grunt
"THATS ALL YOUVE GOT TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" schlatt slammed the bottle onto the table
"just go away"
"i won't let you do this to yourself tubbo" schlatt threw the empty bottle in the bin
he continued, taking the half full bottle from tubbo hands "don't be like me kid" he poured the bottle out of the window, then threw the glass in he bin
"there's really just one thing that we have in common dad"
"neither of us will be missed" he slurred
"oh tubbo..."
"i'm not wrong" tubbo looked up, the pain in his eyes
"you are"
"then why does everyone keep telling me i'm a failure of a president"
"tubbo, you can't please everyone"
"it'd be easier if i could"
"i know"
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Horns - Tubbo -
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...
