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Tubbo hated this, just fuckin’ hated it! He didn’t even want to be here! He just wanted to be back in his bed, with Michael curled up in his chest. But, no, Schlatt had to call a bloody meeting, when the dickshit isn’t even here yet! Tubbo sighed, fidgeting with his hands as he looked up slowly. A meep exited his mouth once he had noticed Quackity staring at him, as if he was thinking of something. Right, that stupid ass thing Dream just had to do!

Everyone, besides Tubbo and Tommy—how lucky for them—were now crazy, which were following their instincts. Yet, because Dream was so kind, the other hybrids that weren’t avains followed the instincts of damn birds. The duck hybrid in front of Tubbo got up, walked towards him, and placed a hand on his back in a comforting manner. “Something wrong, duckling?” He asked, slowly rubbing Tubbo’s back. Tubbo tensed up, looking up at Quackity slowly.

“Y-Yeah, Big Q! Just stressing about work!” He explained, trying to reassure Quackity and get him to sit down. Quackity gave a lighthearted smile, then sat down, right next to Tubbo, hand still on his back. Tubbo gulped silently, his eyes drifting towards the door as it opened, revealing a hardly sober Schlatt, his hair a mess.

Schlatt sat down at the head of the table, his gaze going from George and Fundy, who were chatting away, to Tubbo and Quacktiy, who were talking silently to each other. He cleared his throat. “Let’s get down to business. Pogotopia, with its British assholes as leaders, have asked us to go to a meeting.” Schlatt began talking, Tubbo zoning out and listening to his thoughts.

Did Tommy and Wilbur say that? I mean, they are my  friends! Why didn’t they tell me? We didn’t even meet this morning. Did something happen? Tubbo was cut out of his words by loud, loud, loud screaming and yelling.

He peered up, seeing Schlatt and Quackity in an argument with George and Fundy in the corner. Tubbo got up swiftly, noticing Quackity glancing at him with a warm gaze, but it turned cold as he looked back at Schlatt.

Tubbo paced to the door, standing next to it with George and Fundy by his side, ready to run if it got more heated. Suddenly, Schlatt stopped his yelling, his gaze immediately going towards Tubbo.

“Get over here, British boy.” He ordered, gesturing for Tubbo to come by his side. Tubbo gulped softly, then slowly went to Schlatt’s side, flinching when the older, more drunken man wrapped a arm around his shoulder.

“¡Debería asesinarte ahora mismo! ¡Tal vez entonces aprenderás a quitar las manos de MI patito, bastardo! ¡Seré mejor presidente y padre que tu trasero apenas sobrio!” Quackity yelled.

He grabbed Tubbo, pulling to his side and away from Schlatt with one of his golden duck wings around the boy.
 
“Oh, so now we’re using big words, sugar tits?” Schlatt taunted, reaching for Tubbo. Quackity blocked him with one of his wings, glaring at him. Schlatt glared at him back, then slapped him against his face, causing the duck hybrid to step back and place a hand on his reddened cheek.

Tubbo ran away the second it happened, cowering next to Fundy, who let out a small yelp and wrapped a arm around Tubbo as the two of them walked out of the room, following George. They entered a small office, Tubbo knowing it as Fundy’s as George laid on a armchair, tired.

“They fight like a abusive couple.” Fundy remarked, sitting down in a chair as Tubbo looked around for a place to sit, then chose a chair in the corner. George giggled at the remark, nodding. “With a child with a mental disorder.” He added to Fundy’s remark.

Tubbo listened, silent and hidden, just scrolling through a book until his comns went off.

A comn from Tommy. Private. 

TommyInnit “Yo! Boss man! Hey, is Quackity or any hybrids acting weird? Because Wilbur keeps calling me his and darling, like a bunch of time?”

Tubbo scanned the text for a moment. Had Quackity, or Fundy, or Schlatt be acting weird? No, well, Quackity was acting motherly, but he does that all the time. Tubbo shook his head, letting out a soft breath.

Tubbo_ “No. Y? Ranboo was acting more clingy to me and Michael this morning, but that’s it.”

Tubbo texted up, silenting his notifications quickly and putting his phone back in his pocket. He watched the door, listening to footsteps that walked past the door. He yawned softly, his gaze drifting back towards Fundy.

“Hey, Tubbo. I think we leave now.” The fox hybrid said, helping Tubbo up and walking towards the door. “Quackity was yelling for you later, by the way.” He added, closing the door behind Tubbo. Shit.

Quackity's duck wings ruffled, seeing his duckling enter the office. He got up quickly, hugging Tubbo and picking the knots out of his hair, chirping softly even when he knew Tubbo didn't understand it.

"Sorry for what happened earlier." Quackity said, continuing to hug him. Tubbo blinked twice, moving away from the hug swiftly. Quackity let out a sad coo, reaching for Tubbo again and beginning to pick out his knots once more.

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Tommy groaned softly, listening to Wilbur, who was ranting about how to destory and blow up “Manberg”, as Schlatt renamed it. His gaze drifted to a crow outside of the window, to which it cawed and nibbled at the window to be let in.

He sighed, rising up from his spot and walking to the window to open it, when Tommy noticed it had a letter in its beek, addressed to Wilbur, from Philza. Of course, that bastard wanted something from Wilbur, of course. The crow flew it, gave the letter to Wilbur, then flew back out.

Wilbur examined the letter for a moment, then motioned from Tommy to leave. Gladly, Tommy ran out of the room and into a makeshift he had in Pogtopia. It was small, a red bed pressed against the wall, and a dek beside it, and underneath a window.

Two bookshelves guarded the doors’ sides, filled with books, or flowers, most sunflowers, besides the allium Ranboo got him. Tommy immediately collapsed on the bed, tired as he looked at the ceiling. He slowly closed his eyes, sleep taking over his body before he could hear the loud yell from Wilbur’s office.

Tommy woke up with a jolt, his hair a matted mess of blond curls, sweat dripping down from his forehead. He peered around, soon calming down his rapid breathing. He blinked twice in confusion, seeing brown, almost dark enough to be red, eyes staring at him, then his older brother stepped out of the shadows, making chirps and coos at him.

Oh fuck, no.

Tommy moved away quickly before Wilbur could embrace, earning a sad chirp from the brown haired man. “What’s wrong, sunshine? Scared to give your big brother a hug?” Wilbur asked, his voice coated to be as sweet as honey. Tommy glared at him, annoyed by how sweet his voice was. “Come on! Give Wilby a hug!” Wilbur said, reaching out for Tommy.

Oh, how Tommy hated that childish nickname. Wilbur used it to tease Tommy, to make him more mad.

Before Tommy could react, Wilbur already had him in his arms, on his bed, in a blanket, and was now cuddling with him, smiling sweetly still. “I miss our days where we could cuddle in the nest.” Wilbur murmured, blue, leathery wings wrapping around Tommy to pull him closer. Tommy sighed softly, slowly moving to get out of Wilbur's arms, yet that is when he noticed it, a crow. A crow, which Tommy knew who it belonged to. He freed himself quickly, scrambling and going to the window to open it and looking at the crow. The crow had already flew away, causing Tommy to groan in annoyance. Great, now Philza was going to bother him.

Tommy looked at the sleeping bundle that was his older brother, and sighed again, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. He eyed his pocket, grabbing his phone to see if Tubbo had texted him back, he had, but Tommy didn't have the fucking energy to send a text back again.

Philza paced around the room swiftly, grabbing anything soft that he could, old hoodies, blankets, pillows, anything soft. He had to get the nest ready for his fledglings, especially the ones that weren't here, Tommy and Wilbur. Fledglings-protect-safe-nest-find! His instincts went off, looking up at his eldest son. 

"Safe?" Philza cooed, to which Techno peered over at him and nodded. Philza smiled, going back to searching for more softer items. He glanced over at the crows that covered the nest, protecting it somehow. He motioned for one to come over, a crow flying and perching on his shoulders. "Go check on Wilbur, see how he is doing." Philza said, the crow nodded and flew out a window Techno had opened. The piglin hybrid had added some things to the nest, gold. Bracelets, rings, necklace, anything he could find that was shiny and scattered it across the nest for his the runts. Soon, Wilbur will be here with Tommy and they can be one, big, happy family!

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Philza was worried.

He always was! Yeah, but it’s two days, nine hours, thirteen minutes, and twenty-one seconds, according to Techno, since Wilbur had said he was coming over! Philza needed his fledgling son to hurry up! Wilbur has Tommy too! The poor little hatchling! Well, he was almost a fledgling. He just wasn’t old enough yet. 

Sam was here too. He said that the kits needed protection. He and Techno were patrolling the house more often, checking for danger, or someone from Manberg, besides Tubbo. Tubbo needed protection too. He needed a caretaker, and a protector. Quackity was here with him, he was safe. 

“Philza!” Techno’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, whipping his head to look at his eldest son. “You’re pacing again. Are you worried about them?” Philza nodded. 

He knew Techno’s instincts were going off, and Chat too. Possibly. Sam entered the house as well, having to duck down to not his head on the door frame. He was a few feet taller than the other two, but not as tall as Ranboo. The enderman hybrid got some other genes from his mother than his powers. 

“The kits aren’t here yet.” Sam said as he looked around the house. Gunpowder smoke exited his mask while he looked back at Techno. “Is something wrong?” He added. Techno shook his head. 

“Wilbur said he may take a bit. Tommy is being a bit…feral.” explained Philza, while Techno scoffed, rolling his eyes. “When is he not being a gremlin child?” He asked, arms crossed over his chest. 

There was a knock at the door, Philza’s wings ruffling while the smoke from Sam stopped. The two looked at each other before Philza dashed towards the door, opening it. 

Wilbur held Tommy bridal style, a compass in Tommy’s hand and a flower, a allium to be exact, in his other. A red bag was slung over Wilbur’s shoulder, careful to not hit his wings. 

Philza cooed at the sight of his fledglings, gesturing towards Techno to grab Tommy from Wilbur’s arm. He did, holding Tommy and making sure he didn’t drop anything. 

“It took you long enough, kit.” Sam commented, his dark green eyes locked with Wilbur’s chestnut brown ones. “You carry a fucking teenage through the snow! It took me a day to get him to let me hold him!” He exclaimed. 

Philza put a wing over Wilbur and led him to the nest, where Techno was, making sure Tommy was comfortable. Now, his fledglings won’t leave. They had their caretaker, and two protectors. Sam stationed himself near the door as Philza placed Wilbur in the nest. He wrapped his arms around his son, smiling sweetly. Wilbur held Tommy’s hand, understanding the boy didn’t want to be touched. Techno pulled Tommy’s hair into a braid, making chuffs at Wilbur to calm him down. 

This was home.

“Sam? Where are you going?”

“We’re missing a kit.”

“Oh.”

Tubbo didn’t know what was going on. 

One minute, Schlatt was yelling at Quackity, the next, his pupils were dilated, his red eyes staring at Tubbo. Quackity noticed this the same time as Tubbo did, his eyes narrowed while he put a wing over Tubbo. To at least try and protect him. 

“Lamb…” Schlatt began, moving closer to Tubbo to…hug him? Was this what he was trying to do? Tubbo moved away from Schlatt before he could embrace him, accidentally making him hug Quackity. Quackity hissed, pushing Schlatt away from him.

”Do not touch me, ya alcoholic bastard!” He demanded, and poked his finger into Schlatt’s chest, a hand on his hip. “I wasn’t trying to touch you, flatty patty! I was trying to hug my lamb!” Schlatt retorted, pointing at Tubbo. 

“Your lamb? Oh hell no! He’s my duckling!” Quackity shoved him back, then walked over to Tubbo, glaring at Schlatt while he picked knots out of Tubbo’s unkempt hair.

”Fucking hell! Sugar tits, we could just fucking share him.” Schlatt offered. “Share him?” Quackity looked at Tubbo, whose eyes were flickering close. It felt nice, Quackity’s hand caressing his head.

”Sharing the duckling. That would be amazing.” He wrapped his arms around his duckling. Schlatt did the same, having to wrap a arm around Quackity, who glared at him. 

Tubbo wanted to go home. 

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Tubbo felt cold. 

Well, he always felt cold since his partner was from the fucking End, but he never really felt cold. Like shivering cold. Michael would give him some heat when he was curled up into Tubbo's chest, sound asleep.

Tubbo looked over, noticing the vacant spot when his partner once laid. He rolled his eyes, grabbed the bee blanket Michael used, and wrapped it around the zombie piglin, before dragging himself out of the bed. He glanced at the clock. 4:12am. He looked at Michael's sleeping form, then slowly made his way down the ladder, holding tightly onto Michael as he did. 

"Boo?" He called, walking around the house. "Boo!" He called louder, before seeing his partner at the front door, their tail flicking nervously behind them. They seemed to be calling to someone. Tubbo sighed, and walked by Ranboo's side to which their tail wrapped around his leg, finding comfort.

"Bee! Quackity, and a ram hybrid want to see you for some odd reason!" Ranboo said once he noticed he was here, and kissed him on his forehead lightly. They then looked back at the door as they stepped back to let Tubbo talk.

Tubbo gave Michael to Ranboo, then looked at the door. "Schlatt?" His eyes widened. "Holy shit. D-Did Dream actually fuckin' bring you back?" He asked as the ram hybrid, looking still young but old at the same time, nodded, a grin replacing the annoyed on his face.

The ram hybrid stepped inside, Quackity following after him. He hugged Tubbo, who only looked at the duck hybrid, squirming in his grasp. Quackity let out a soft coo, combing the knots out of Tubbo's hair. 

"Who's this fucker?" Schlatt asked, gesturing towards Ranboo, who tightened the hold on Michael.

"My partner." 

"Your fucking WHAT?!" 

Ranboo flinched at the loud yell, letting out a small hiss. Tubbo and Schlatt both looked at them before Tubbo rolled his eyes, and walked towards the enderman hybrid. He rubbed their back, earning a soft purr from Ranboo. "Hold on! You're what sixteen? Seventeen? and have a fucking partner! Not to mention the fucking kid!" Schlatt pointed at the sleeping zombie piglin.

Quackity chuckled softly. "I was going to tell you." He said as Schlatt looked at him. "But, you were so eager to see your, what did you call him, lamb?" Schlatt glared at him. 

"I'm not judging you!" commented Schlatt once he noticed the look he was getting from the goat hybrid. "Just, why one of those tall fuckers? I mean, they have to lean down to speak to you?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.

"We just...matched." Tubbo grabbed Ranboo's hand, squeezing it gently. "They're kind and sweet, and besides. Michael loves them." He smiled at his kid, who was beginning to stir awake. 

"Well. Anyway, we need to go home, Tubbo." Quackity explained, to which the brunette-blond's eyes widened. "It's not safe here, duckling! It's far too cold, and I don't think a End-born is going to keep you warm."

Ranboo felt a growl trying to leave their throat at the fucking insult. How dare this smoking duck think Bee wasn't safe with them! He was fine with Ranboo! Safe, warm, taken care of, but he was with them. Mine. Their instincts told them. Mine. Mine. MINE. MINE! Ranboo wrapped their tail around Bee, pulling them closer. Michael's eyes opened, seeing the new people. 

"Tubbo, just listen to him." Schlatt ordered. "You need to be safe and comforted and warm." Ranboo's eyes narrowed, the growling exiting their lips.

"Schlatt, why the fuck would you think I'm unsafe with Boo!"

"What if they enderwalks, or some shit! What if they hurts you!" Ranboo won't. They have imprinted on Tubbo. They know not to hurt him.

"Get out!"

"You don't understand, Tubbo!" Schlatt yelled, slowly walking towards the goat hybrid. He placed his hands on his shoulders. "That enderman won't keep you safe! I will! Just come home. Please."

Tubbo looked up at Schlatt, seeing the dark yet hopeful glint in his now grey eyes, pupils blown wide. He glanced down at Michael, his son, his lamb, then at Ranboo, his partner. He couldn't leave them alone. He was supposed to protect his herd. He looked at Quackity, then noticed the fucking spray bottle of water behind his arms. That is why Ranboo was afraid. That's why they wanted to be near Tubbo. Quackity was going to hurt them.

"I'm not a lamb, Schlatt." stated Tubbo, pushing the ram hybrid back. "Leave me alone. Go with Quackity." He pointed to the duck hybrid.

Schlatt growled, then looked up at Tubbo. "Fine." He said before injecting something into his arm. Ranboo screeched, reaching out for his husband yet that was where Quackity had injected with something too. Tubbo stumbled into Schlatt's arms groggily, peering up to see Ranboo's eyes a dark blue, not green and red, just a dark blue. "I just need to keep you safe, Tubbo."

Tubbo felt his eyes droop, falling to Schlatt's arms. He closed his eyes. "Just sleep, Tubbo. It'll be fine." whispered Schlatt as Ranboo placed Michael down. The zombie piglin hugged his father, wanting to picked up which the goat hybrid did, holding him to his chest. "Got yourself a kid, didn't ya?" Schlatt teased gently.

Tubbo nodded, before falling asleep in his father's arms with his son in his arms. He didn't even hear the last bit of Schlatt's sentence. 

"I have you now. And you are never leaving. Never again. My lamb. Only mine."

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Tubbo, he had realized after he woke up from a long rest, was kidnapped. 

He almost screamed when he realized he was home, next to a cold enderman. He still had Michael, and said enderman was right outside of the door. He was in a nest, like Phil had. It was weird, soft clothes and blankets and pillows–he didn’t mind the pillows–made the walls and flooring. 

He held deeply onto Michael, who still had his bee plush, Bo. His usual brown vest that covered his favorite beige shirt was replaced by a light blue sweater with a red heart sewed near where a breast pocket would be above and a navy blue jacket with white stripes on the sleeves. 

Wait a damn minute. He knew these clothes. He knew who they fucking belonged to. 

He looked up at the sound of the door open, letting out a loud bleat as someone came close. A familiar duck hybrid. His grip tightened on Michael.

“Good morning, duckling. You were out for a bit. I told Schlatt we shouldn’t have done that, but he didn’t listen.” Quackity rambled, stepping over the barriers of the nest. Ranboo trailed behind him, their eyes still that navy blue. 

“Why the bloody hell am I here!” yelled Tubbo, who moved away from Quackity as he sat next to him. The duck hybrid cooed in sadness. 

Quackity sighed, then explained, “It wasn’t safe there, duckling! Dream could have gotten you! Or worse, Technoblade! And it was too cold there! You’re barely old enough to leave the nest.” Tubbo only glared at him. 

“So, you just thought to kidnap me?!” Tubbo exclaimed, as Quackity rolled his eyes, his golden wings ruffling up. 

“I won’t say kidnap-”

“You still took me away from my home!”

Quackity narrowed his eyes at the yell, getting up. He walked towards Ranboo and whispered something to them, before walking off. Tubbo shrugged off the navy blue jacket to which Ranboo replaced it with their black and white blazer.

They screeched softly, then purred when Tubbo replied with a soft bleat and Michael a high-pitched chuff, reaching for his parent. Ranboo picked up their child, smiling softly. They looked at Tubbo with a pitiful; gaze. 

  “⊑⟒ ⟊⎍⌇⏁ ⍙⏃⋏⏁⌇ ⏁⍜ ⌿⍀⍜⏁⟒☊⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⎍⏚⏚⍜. ⏁⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⟟⌇ ⋏⍜ ⎍⌇⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⎎⟟☌⊑⏁⟟⋏☌ ⊑⟟⋔.” They said, placing a hand on Tubbo’s head. “⌇☊⊑⌰⏃⏁⏁ ⟟⌇ ⋔⏃⎅, ⊬⍜⎍ ☍⋏⍜⍙. ⊑⟒ ⌇⏃⍙ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⊑⍜⍀⋏⌇ ⏃⋏⎅ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎅⟟⎅ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒⋔.” They added before giving Michael back to Tubbo and walking away.

Tubbo huffed, placing Michael down. His horns. The bones he ripped out of his head. The things that got everyone to say he looks like Schlatt. He searched for his vest, then grinned, pushing Ranboo’s blazer off of him and putting back on the familiar cloth. 

He ripped his horns off because he wasn’t Schlatt’s kid. He wasn’t. Right? No. He wasn’t that bastard’s kid. He was no one’s kid.

His mind traveled off, going away as he closed his eyes. 

Tubbo stood in front of the mirror, his hand tightly gripping a horn. He closed his eyes and slowly pulled on it, feeling as it pulled his skin. It hurt. It fucking hurt so bad. But he couldn’t do this anymore, not after Tommy’s words.

“You know. With those horns, you kind of look like Schlatt..” Tommy said suddenly as the two sat on the bench, Cat playing in the background while the sun set. Tubbo looked at him, confused. 

“What?” He mumbled. “You know, you look like his kid. Which makes sure, you guys act the same.” Tommy explained. “No, we don’t.” Tubbo argued.

Tommy just shrugged. 

Tubbo shook his head, and cried out in pain when the horn finally came off, blood pooling down his head. He panted heavily, gripping the once white sink. He threw the horn into a box, then placed his hand on the other one, the more loose one. He pulled on it, watching as the skin ripped from his head, and more blood fell. 

He let out a blood curdling scream of pain and agony, which caused his husband to enter the house, letting out a scream. They ran over to Tubbo, and held him, trying to patch the wound. 

Tubbo shook his head, clearing his mind of the thought. He looked up, seeing Schlatt, who was lying next to him in the nest. He knew Schlatt was drunk. He didn’t smell like whiskey, or beer, or the “one time” scotch. He smelt…like apples and cinnamon. Tubbo always liked the smell. 

“So, you got yourself a kid.” Schlatt said, breaking the silence as he looked down at Michael, who–in fear of the man–snuggled closer to his father. Schlatt looked up at Tubbo, his eyes drifting to where his horns should be.

Why did his the kid have to rip out his horns? Did he know that those were vital?

“Um, yeah.” Tubbo replied, looking at his kid. Schlatt let out a soft hum, reaching for the kid. Tubbo let out a loud yet low bleat. A warning. A threat. 

Schlatt stopped.

Then grinned, his expression darkening as he stared at Tubbo. “Oh.” He said before getting up. He chuckled. “You’re attached. Oh, this’ll be good. Stay there, lamb.” He ordered, walking out of the door.

Tubbo grabbed his comn quickly, gulping slightly. 

You whisper to TommyInnit: Oi!! Fucker!!

Tubbo waited a bit, then let out a sigh of relief when the comn beeped. 

TommyInnit whisper to you: Wut? I’m…kinda of busy…

You whisper to TommyInnit: I have a plan! We can escape, we just have to trick them! Then, we can go.

A long silence, then a other beep. 

TommyInnit whisper to you: Why would we want to escape, Tubs? They can take us safe! Sam is coming to get you! Then, we’ll be a big family! 

What. The. Fuck. 

Tubbo scrambled quickly, staring at the message. Shit. Tommy was in his instincts. Shit. Piss. Balls!

He growled softly, his ears perking up at the sound of a beep. He slowly looked at his comn.

Awesamdude whisper to you: Where are you? Tell me, Toby. I’m not in the mood.

Tubbo gulped, then stood up, Michael chuffing loudly at the sudden movement. Tubbo looked towards the window, and checked it.

It wasn’t locked. 

He grinned, opening it quickly. He was halfway out when a familiar and cold voice rang through his head.

“And where do you think you’re going, lamb?” Schlatt asked as Tubbo turned to look at him.

He was in deep shit.

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I know about the while Shubble and Wilbur drama. I support her, but I’m confused.

Why are people discontinuing their fanfics?

I’m not trying to be rude. Just, you’re writing about the C not the Cc. It shouldn’t be that because you’re writing about the C that you support the CC.

It’s a fanfic.

It shouldn’t show you’re supporting anyone! You’re just writing for fun! It’s meant to be fun!

Fuck Wilbur, yeah. But, discontinuing a fanfic because of what the C Cdid? That’s dumb in my opinion. 

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