#dreamsp

I coloured it!

this is the finale of my dad!schlatt au (pt.1 pt.2 pt.3) 

- it had been all of a week before tubbo started to feel guilty about hiding the truth from tommy and the rest of his friends. he decided he would tell tommy the next time they had a free moment.

and so, while the two were sitting on the bench in front of tommy’s house, tubbo spoke.

“you know tommy, there's been something ive been meaning to tell you.”

“what is it?”

“so i met ghost schlatt the other day-“

“schlatt’s back? as a ghost? did he try to attack you? is he hell bent on revenge against l’manberg?”

“no, no. in fact he doesnt even remember his presidency. but he told me something. he told me, um, that i’m his son.”

tommy laughed out loud. “oh tubbo thats a good one.” tommy continued laughing until his eyes met tubbos and he stopped. “you-you weren’t being serious were you?”

“he’s my dad. phil told me. schlatt left me with phil and everyone when i was a kid.”

tommy remained silent.

“apparently he was caught up in some bad business and couldnt keep me safe. and i just forgot.”

“you've gotta be joking, right? this is some big prank? there's no way he’s your father. hes schlatt. and you're- you're tubbo.”

“didn’t you ever wonder wear the horns came from? i mean it makes sense tommy.”

“no, i thought you were just like techno and his pig-ness.”

“i have horns from schlatt. meaning that its true.”

tommy looked deep into tubbo’s eyes, peering straight into his soul. his face was serious, a rare sight from tommy, who was always in a joking mood.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“you're not like him, right? you're not a monster?”

tubbo’s heart stopped. everything seemed to freeze. was he just like schlatt? a complete monster who feels nothing? would he too become the same dictator schlatt was? pushing away everyone he was close too?

“no. im not like him. and i never will be.” tubbo tried less to convince tommy with this statement as he tried to convince himself.

the seed of doubt had been planted in him and it would continue to bloom. not only in tubbo, but tommy as well. 

tommy usually prided himself on being a loyal friend but this? tubbo had schlatt’s blood. sure he was still tubbo but, schlatt was a monster, he was downright evil. and now glatt was speaking to him? alone? he was probably trying to get tubbo to follow in his path, as his son. tommy decided he would keep a watchful eye on tubbo, make sure he didn’t fall the same way schlatt did. 

- and so time passed. glatt and tubbo started to speak on a regular basis. sure the conversations were awkward, but tubbo had learned glatt meant no harm. 

“hey tubbo.” glatt said one day. the two were walking around l’manberg together. “i wanna say that i’m sorry. for the festival. i know it probably doesn’t mean much cause i don’t remember but. i’m sorry you had to go through all that, kid.” 

tubbo looked down. “thank you. i’ve honestly just tried to move past the festival and everything that happened, and i think talking to you has helped me.” 

glatt smiled. he ruffled his son’s hair. “and now look at your beautiful country. i’ll tell you, bud. this place looks better under your command than it did under mine. you’re becoming a fine young president, tubbo. im proud of you.” 

tubbo smiled. life was pretty good right now. 

- and then things fell apart. dream returned, building giant walls around l’manberg for tommy’s actions. 

“i would never even think about exiling you, tubbo! how can you even entertain the idea of it!” tommy yelled. 

“yeah, but maybe i would have listened to you! one thing tommy! that’s all i asked of you! and you couldn’t even do it to save your own skin! goddamnit tommy! you know i don’t wanna do this.” 

“so you’re gonna exile me then? me. your best friend?” 

“I DON’T HAVE A CHOICE TOMMY!”

“YOU DO! WE CAN FIGHT BACK!” 

“WE CAN’T! HE’LL KILL ALL OF US!” 

tommy stopped yelling for a moment. he looked tubbo in the eyes, seriousness washing over his face once again. 

“you know i really didn’t want to believe it. but you are exactly like him.” 

tubbo’s heart stopped. “what.” 

“you’re just like him. schlatt.”

“what the fuck, tommy?” 

“you’re not even going to try and fight? you’re just going to let me go?” 

“listen tommy i tried. today i told you what you needed to do and we were so close to resolving this peacefully-” 

“if by peacefully you mean ruining my life then yeah we were pretty much there.” 

“actions have consequences. now i really don’t want to do this. please know that.” tears started to threaten in tubbo’s eyes. he quickly wiped them away, hoping dream and the others hadn’t noticed. 

“you’re a monster. just like schlatt.”

“tommy please.” 

“go ahead. exile me. prove my point.” 

tubbo bit his tongue. “im not like him. im nothing like him.” 

“prove it.” tommy spat. 

tears fully streaming, tubbo turned his back on tommy. “dream...please remove tommy from l’manberg.”

“tubbo..” tommy said in disbelief. 

“im so sorry, tommy.” tubbo responded. 

“come on tommy.” dream said, grabbing tommy’s arm. 

in one last fit of rage tommy yelled out: “YOU’RE JUST LIKE SCHLATT! YOU CAN’T ESCSAPE IT!” 

the rain started to pour, creating puddles in the ground. tommy was exiled from l’manberg. tubbo was alone. he looked down into a puddle, staring up at his own reflection. 

“you know.” the voice of schlatt whispered in his head. “the horns are coming in quite well.”