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Tubbo had been through a lot in the past few months, He found out Fred was kidnapped, went to purgatory, found out he had a daughter, Had a funeral for Fred, only to find him a few days later, was kidnapped by the eye-ball workers, and had to go to purgatory 2.
But he didn’t complain about it. I mean others had been through worse, so why brag about his troubles?
Plus he had a daughter now.
He couldn’t afford to act childish now, people should just judge him. He’s almost 20 for fucks sake!
Tubbo sighed and warped to his factory.
If anything helped quiet his mind, it was working on his machines. That and spending time with his daughter of course, but Tubbo had put her to bed already.
He already had a fucked sleep schedule, he didn’t need his daughter to take after him on that one more than she already has.
As Tubbo walked into his factory he closed his eyes and listened to the soft hum of the machinery.
He always loved the quiet hum of it all. Some called it annoying and disturbing, but Tubbo didn’t mind it.
Tubbo walked over to the sorting system and pulled out the thing he needed.
There wasn’t much else to do around here, except maybe tinker and fix some machines or build a house but Tubbo liked to wait till last minute to do something like that.
Tubbo found the things he thought he needed most and left the main building.
He kinda just went around and fixed up a few minor things he’s been meaning to do, but put to the side for later.
He was working on fixing the avocado toast factory when his hand slipped and got cut on one of the runways (I CANOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME FIND THE RIGHT WORD OM SRY!!!), making a deep cut on his hand.
“Fucking hell!!” Tubbo cursed bringing his up to his chest.
He quickly got up and went over to the main building to get something to stop the bleeding until he to a healing potion.
Tubbo went on his knees and started looking through the storage system.
He kept his injured hand down as to not get blood on everything, though it did drip on the floor.
All Tubbo could hear was his heart beating, and the slow…
Drip
Drip
Drip
..of his blood hitting the ground.
The same drip of blood that would fall from his sword as he killed another sinner, another killer, another friend.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Tubbo looked down at the blood.
Your fault
The same blood that came from the people he once knew, now fallen by his hands…
Dead….
All dead….
Drip
Drip
Drip…
Tubbo looked up wide eyed at the sound of foot steps behind him.
He immediately went for his sword, axe, anything, but alas he put them away to make room for the tools he was using.
“Who the fuck is there!?!!” Tubbo yelled out. He was gonna treat it like purgatory kill first, question later, but of course he just had to be stupid enough to put his weapons away like an idiot.
Then they stepped out of the shadows.
“Fred!? Holy shit man! You scared the life outa me mate!” Tubbo said relaxing ever so slightly now knowing it’s someone he trusts.
‘How are you doing tonight, Mr. Tubbo? Apology’s for startling you’. Tubbo read aloud like he normally does.
“Nah it’s good man. Im doing fine just fixing up some mechanics, ya know the usu. How about you though? What brings you here at this hour?” Tubbo reply’s.
‘I’m doing as well as one can be after being kidnapped… But i was just passing by and thought you wouldn’t mind talking’. Fred wrote then looked around more clearly spotting the dark red puddle.
‘Were you painting Mr. Tubbo?’ Fred asked
“What do you mean…?” Tubbo said quietly then looking where he was looking, “OH THAT!!! Yes!!! Yes! I was… painting….. Wanted to try out a new color, you know….?”
‘Yeah…. Sure..’ Fred said, ‘Are you okay Tubbo?’
Tubbo looked at Fred, that was the first time in a while Fred didn’t put a ‘Mr.’ Infront of his name. Tubbo preferred it that way, it made it seem less formal.
Tubbo hated lying, especially to people he considered friends and family.
But then again lying is apart of life. Sometimes the truth is too much to handle, so you make up a lie to put there instead.
Tubbo had one problem though.
He was too empathetic.
“Fred im fine.. i just cut myself a bit by accident while trying to fix the factory. It’s noting big i promise!” Tubbo finally said.
‘If it’s nothing big you wouldn’t mind if i helped you then, would you?’ Fred responded almost immediately coming closer and sitting down next to him.
“It’s not that serious though!! Really I wouldn’t wanna waste your time!!”
‘Tubbo if you were wasting my time i would have left by now. Just let me help you. Please’ Fred said looking at Tubbo.
Tubbo sighed, giving up, and held out his injured hand.
Fred took his hand gently, examining it.
‘I don’t have any healing potions on me right now, but i can at least clean it and wrap it’. Fred David pulling out a little travel med-kit.
“That’s alright” Tubbo said.
Fred gently wiped off the dried blood on his hand, then went to clean closer to the cut with Neosporin as to prevent infection.
By the time Fred was wrapping Tubbo’s hand up, he was very tired his sleep schedule hitting him full force. (I feel ya buddy)
Tubbo closed his eyes and leaned his head on Freds shoulder, to tried to realize this.
Fred sighed but wasn’t surprised he didn’t sleep in a while.
After all you can’t spell stubborn without Tubbo.