The boy with the Bees [Tubbo Angst]

Library with a hint of Dyslexia

Tw: self hate, mentions of abuse

I also don't really know how to get tested for dyslexia, but I did do a bit of research so I kinda have a little of an idea. So, for my convince, there will be a time skip.

Tubbo pov

I sat in the library. I couldn't read a thing though...
"Hey."
I turned to see that kid, Ranboo.
"Hello?" I said.
"I saw you struggling in English today." Ranboo sat opposite me. "So, I wanted to see if I could help."
"It's okay. I'm just stupid, that's all..." I said struggling to read. "I just- I'm just stupid."
"What's wrong?" He said.
"I can't read." I sighed. "It is so hard and all the letters hurt my head and confuse me. I can't spell either. All the letters look the same and are all muddled and some even look upside down. It is so confusing."
"It sounds like you have dyslexia." Ranboo said.
"What?"
"Dyslexia. It is a mental condition that means you struggle to read and write. You can even struggle to speak sometimes."
I sighed. "No... I am just stupid..." I said.
Ranboo looked sad.
"I'm Ranboo." He held out a hand. I shook it.
"Tubbo." I said.
"I think we should get you tested for dyslexia." Ranboo said.
"It's okay..."
"But then you can get the help you need."
I just closed the book and floped on the table.
"I am so sorry you spoke to me." I said.
"Hey, wanna hang out tonight?" Ranboo asked. "I don't really have any friends..."
I looked at him. "But you are so nice..." I said.
He blushed a little. "Thank you."
"But yeah, I would love to go anywhere but here."

Me and Ranboo began to walk around town. We got to know each other. It was nice.
"-but it wasn't the best first impression." He said, telling me about how he met someone. "I mean, I was singing Lemon Demon's Redesign your Logo, so."
I laughed a little. He smiled.
"What you wanna do?" He asked.
"I don't mind."
"How about we go get you tested for dyslexia?" Ranboo said. "It would be really helpful for you."
"But- but I'm just stupid." I said. "I don't have anything wrong with me..."
Ranboo lookes a little sad. "Come on." He said. "I'm getting you tested."
He took me to a doctors. I stood behind him as he spoke to someone.
"Hello!" He said. "My friend here is having difficulties with things suck as reading and writing, and I was wondering if you could get started on testing him for dyslexia."
"Really? How old is he and how long has this been going on?"
"I'm 14 and it has been going on my whole life..." I said.
"Okay, we will tell your teachers. Your school?"
She asked a bunch of questions.

A week later
There is it. The fun time skip I hate myself for doing

Tubbo pov

The teachers had called Phil into school and a doctor.
"Everything okay?" Phil asked.
"Yes, we just have results on if your child has dyslexia." The doctor said.
Phil nodded. I had made him aware of what Ranboo had done.
"He does have it." One of the teachers said. "We will be able to give him extra support where needed and help him out."
"Okay, Thank you."

We went home and I sighed.
"So?" Techno asked.
"He does have dyslexia." Phil sighed a bit before sitting on the sofa.
"Not surprised." Techno said. "The spelling in his diary was horrible."
"Can you not talk about me while I'm in the room?" I asked.
"Sorry Tubbo." Techno said.
"No, no, I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn. Feel free to hit me."
Techno sat up and gave me a strange look. Phil looked at me.
"W- what?" He asked.
"Feel free to hit me. You know, I do something wrong, you hit me." I said. "Like this." I slapped my arm really hard.
Phil came over and grabbed my wrist before I did it again. He grabbed my wrist a little hard.
"Sorry, Sorry..." I said, looking away form my hurt wrist. He saw.
"Oh, no Tubbo I didn't mean to hurt you." Phil let go.
"It's fine..." I ran to mine and Tommy's room.
"Tubbo!" Phil called.