Popbob: *comes out as trans*

I keep scrolling through the 2b2t wiki and just getting more and more invested in it. There’s lore in the server. There’s actual lore and I’m invested.

If you don’t know, Popbob is an infamous old player and she is known to grief the most bases in 2b2t history. So her being the one who killed Tubbo’s parents as collateral is in character.

FitMC x popbob

Chapter 3/3

As Fit laid on the floor with the enemy on top of him, he thought about how Popbob killed him before, many years ago. It felt like a lifetime, and to think that nothing's changed was frustrating. His face felt warm with anger and embarrassment, but pop looked very calm, and it seemed as though he was actually enjoying this.- Kill me already, scum - Fit hissed. He knew when to admit defeat.Popbob's face got closer and closer, as he burried his lips on Fit's neck, who jolted in surprise.- Stop! What are you-- Stop resisting. - Popbob commanded, - killing you would be such a waste. Now... - he nibbled fits earlobe with his tongue - I'm not so bad, you know.- This is worst than being killed! - Fit was incredulous, and felt like his brain wasn't keeping up with how fast things were escalating.Popbob chuckled at Fit's resistance.- I watched your stream the other day, - Popbob's voice was low and raspy - and let me tell you, you look so much more handsome and strong in person. But you know what? All I want to do is touch your famous beard.Fit was baffled. What the hell was going on?"Stop, not my beard-"Pop let go of one of Fit's arms, who immediately tried using his now free hand to push him away. Popbob quickly elbowed him in the nose.Fit's eyes were watering like crazy. He was a little bit dizzy, but judging by the pain his nose wasn't broken."You don't have to struggle like that. I just want to stroke your beard. See?" His hands slid gently across Fit's face. "You're stressing over nothing. I still want my autograph after I'm finished", pop said mockingly.The humiliation Fit was feeling was too much for him to handle. He just wanted to die, fast. He wanted to get away from popbob as quickly as he could. This was beyond detestable, it was disgusting and inappropriate. Fit had no idea popbob could be so unbelievably terrible. He had his only free hand around his nose. At least it wasn't bleeding.Suddenly pop's hand pulled his beard, turning Fit's head to the right. Slowly, pop's face descended across fits exposed neck, still gripping tight on fits beard. Despite the storm outside, popbob's clother were dry, and he felt warm. "Right", Fit thought, "the weather probably doesn't affect him on creative mode". His skin was burning against fits cold and soaked body. Pop's breath got closer and closer to his neck, and his lips were burning hot on Fit's neck. Fit closed his eyes shut. This whole thing felt like a nightmare. Popbob's kisses grew more intense, traveling across his ear and collarbone. Fit let out a faint pant when pop gently bit a sensitive spot on his neck, and his hips instinctively buckled against pop's. "I'm losing control", he thought. His face was roughly turned to the left now, popbob still maintaining grip on his long beard, while his other hand was wandering through Fit's abs. Fit's breath was ragged and irregular by then, but somehow he managed to realise both of his hands were free. With all the strength he could gather, he pushed popbob away from him, and ran through the door. It was early morning, and the air around him was still chilly and humid, but Fit didn't notice any of that. He just ran to his boat, knowing he was dead man walking. Popbob could kill him at any moment now. He was faster and he was immortal, but Fit was trying to escape nonetheless.He sailed away as quickly as he could, then looked back at the tiny cobblestone hut; popbob was nowhere to be seen. Was he still inside? Was he after him, somehow? Suddenly the pain in his nose grounded him to reality. "What the fuck just happened?"Popbob standed inside the hut, a wet gray hoodie on his hand. He brought it to his nose, trying to inhale Fit's cologne. Pop was feeling very good about himself.