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Home Alone

1. Short chapter lol
2. I will post another chapter today. Enjoy this one though :)

TW: blood, mentions of abuse,

Tubbo's POV:

"No- I said- I said I'm fine!"

"Tubbo, you don't sound fine. Are you safe right now?" Wilbur spoke as calm as possible.

I didn't answer.

"Alright, could you turn your camera back on?" Wilbur said as Tommy left the call.

"No." I didn't want him to see me, he already knows enough.

"Why not?"

I was silent. I didn't have a reason to not turn it on.

"Tubbo, please turn your camera on."

I hovered my mouse over camera toggle button, debating on clicking it.

I clicked it.

I could see Wilbur's eyes widen, looking at me.

I stare as myself in the camera, realizing how terrible I look at the moment.

"What's on the floor?"

I turn around and see the some small pieces of glass I failed to pick up, along with some blood, that I, also, managed to clean.

"Oh- It's just glass, I'll clean it later." I smiled, turning back.

"What happened.?" Wilbur sounded concerned, I don't get why.

I deserve this.

"My Father, I'm alright though!" I said, sounding a bit too happy for Wilbur's liking, based on his concerned expression.

The front door shut, which means I'm home alone.

Again.

"Back to another question, are you safe as of now?"

I nodded, "He just left."

"Alright Tubbo, I'm going pick you up. You can't stay there."

"No- I have to stay here. I can't- I can't leave, Wilbur!" I tried to change his mind, It's not that I wanted to stay, it's that I couldn't leave.

"Tubbo, you can't keep saying that stuff, stay on the call, I'll be there soon."

I shifted in my chair.

"How long has this been happening?"

"..awhile." In all honesty, I didn't even know how long.