That's Private!

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Tw: mentions of self harm, mentions of abuse, anxiety, self hate

Tubbo pov

"Why have you got my diary?" I asked.
Wilbur and Techno stood up. Wilbur held the book close to his chest.
"What did you read?" I asked.
"Enough to know what happened to you and what you do." Techno said.
My eyes widened with shock. I narrowed them again.
"You know nothing." I spat.
Wilbur showed mw the first two pages. I saw my two counters. Crap. They did know.
"You- you shouldn't of read that..." I said. I took the book off Wilbur.
"Why do you do it?" Wilbur asked.
I held the book close to my chest and looked at the floor. I closed my eyes that had began to water.
"You shouldn't of read that." I said again. I opened my eyes and looked at them. A tear began to run down my face.
"Tubbo please explain-" Techno startes.
I ran. I ran out the room, the two older boys following me. I ran through the living room and past Tommy who was doing work on the sofa. I ran upstairs and ran into the upstairs bathroom. I locked the door. I heard knocking on thw door. I sat hugging the book, leaning against the wall. I hels it close and cried a little.
The knocking stopped. Then there was a gentle knock.
"Tubbo..." It was Phil. "It's Phil, can I come in?"
I stood up and placed the book on the floor then opened the door. Phil looked at me. Tommy was peeking over Phil's shoulder. Wilbur and Techno where stood behind them.
"Hey Tubbo..." Phil said. I looked at him. I wiped my eyes.
"Hey, it's okay..."
Phil reached out a hand. I pulled back. He looked a little sad.
"Hey, Tubbo, it's okay..." He said.
Tommy stood infront of him. He slowly came up to me.
"Hey... Wilbur said your Dad abused you..." Tommy said. I looked at him.
"Is this true?"
I nodded slowly. He looked sad. Phil came in.
"Tubbo... do you do self harm?" Phil asked. I grabbed my book an hugged it. I looked at the floor.
"I can't tell you that..." I said.
"Tubbo?" Tommy asked.
I smiply nodded. I began to cry. "My Dad abuses me and I do self harm and- and I have so many scars and cuts and- and- and I have a bad mental state and anxiety and- and it all hurt...." I sat on the floor. Tommy sat next to me.
"Who is your Dad?" Phil asked.
"No! No don't take me back to him!" I cried. "He abuses me, both physically and mentally and he hates me and I ran to get away and- and-"
"Sh..." Phil said. "I wanted to know so I can see if someone could adopt you..."
I wiped my eyes and sniffed. "A- adopt me?" I asked.
"Yeah... so you have a better place to stay..."
I looked at the floor.
"No one wants me..." I said. "I'm useless..."
"I would like you as a brother." Tommy smiled at me. I looked at him.
"Really?"
"Me too." Wilbur said. I looked at him. Techno shrugged.
"He seems like a good kid." Techno said.
Phil smiled. "What do you say? If we can, then your Dad can sign the papers and you can become one of us."
Phil let out his hand. I hesitated but grabbed it. He smiled and pulled me to my feet. I grabbed my diary. I looked at Wilbur and Techno.
"Sorry about the diary..." Wilbur said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"We were just worried." Techno said.
"It's okay... just- just don't do it again please... this is all my private thoughts and I- I don't really want others to read them..." I said.
Techno smiled. "Hey, I'll let you read the first page of my diary as pay back."
"Nah." I smiled. "I wouldn't do that."
Techno smiled.
"Off to the spair room kid." Phil said.
"Can he share a room with me?" Tommy asked. "We can use Techno and Wilbur's old bunck bed!"
"Sure." Phil smiled.
"Yes!" Tommy went to hug me. I steppes back.
"I- I don't like touch..." I said.
Tommy looked a little sad but smiled.
"Come on."

Phil spent all day building the bunck bed.

Tommy pov

I moved my red and white covers to the top bunck. Tubbo came in, hugging his bag.
"Hey Tubs." I said.
"Hey Tommy..." He said.
"Your bed is that one!" I pointed at the bottom bed as I climbed up the ladder. Tubbo sat on his bed and I saw him begin to write.
"Ready to be my brother?" I asked, smiling down at him. He closed the book and nodded.

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