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Actor is right now by using its last known position, velocity, and acceleration. Toby Smith | Tubbo & Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil WatsonDead reckoning (DR) is the process of predicting where an. The player with the most treasure in their chest when the game ends wins Explore mysterious islands, fight battles, upgrade your ship & crew, and build fortifications to protect your holdings. The 4X Swashbuckling Adventure Game you've been waiting for Take command of an able crew and set a course for adventure in Dead Reckoning.
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You beat the fuck out of Tommy in Pogtopia. Clay | Dream is Not DreamXD (Video Blogging RPF)Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 4814 Chapters: 2/? Comments: 19 Kudos: 73 Bookmarks: 17 Hits: 510“You didn’t care that he was a kid when you had him executed.”“Oh will you fuck off! Get off your high horse. Alcoholic Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF) Toby Smith | Tubbo and Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings Toby Smith | Tubbo and Technoblade are Siblings Mentioned Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)
He just stands there, hands shaking at his side. Away from their silly arguments.Schlatt never retorts. He wants to be away from this. He doesn’t want to be hearing this.
The two had grown used to it by now.Wilbur cocks his head to the side, eyes scanning Schlatt’s body. The president and former president of L’manburg stood off in the middle, and if the light hit them right, their bodies would reveal the state they had died in. Brown eyes tinting red for reasons unknown.The train slows to a stop then.
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It was one thing to know they were dead. The veins, the eyes… the blood stains on his face.Tubbo felt his stomach drop. His eyes scan over the small things on his skin that show he’s dead. We should give Schlatt a scar to match us.”“I don’t know about tha-” Schlatt clears his throat, stepping into Tubbo’s line of view.“It makes up for my executi-” Tubbo stops, staring directly at the ghostly pale version of the man in front of him. “I think the scars are cool when they aren’t on me.”Wilbur nods solemnly.
Phil's wings couldn’t cover all of the damage. Because then, there was a sword sticking through Wilbur’s chest, and black wings shielding him from the blasts.He remembers feeling a sick sense of relief when he first saw it. Anyone could tell you that. There was no coming back from that. He knew he wouldn’t come back.
There was no one to claim to be his family only to throw him to the wolves at first chance.It didn’t fuck him up like it did with Tommy. No one could pull at his ears or use his friends against him. But Tubbo was never too upset about it.
Had always been different.Because unlike Wilbur, Schlatt had the decency to fucking look at him some days. Not even on his deathbed will he let this slip.But Schlatt was different. The air stopped being as stuffy, but he’d never admit to it.He’d never utter a single word of this to anyone for as long as he’ll live. His chest stopped feeling like there was someone pressing down on him. Had watched him be executed at the stand at a festival he decorated.So Tubbo felt a bit of relief.
He wasn’t the all out monster that Wilbur turned out to be. But there were times where he wasn’t. Yes, Schlatt was still an abusive jackass. Yes, they were manipulative.
And everyone knew he’d die eventually.And it was better on the days where Tubbo and Quackity hid the alcohol. Smoked cigarette after cigarette. He and the entire cabinet could only watch as Schlatt drank bottle after bottle.
Except his body didn’t fade into particles and rebuild itself in another room. Fell to the floor without so much as a word. And he died.Everyone watched and stared when Schlatt clutched his chest, unable to form the words to call for help, and fell. He was a person.Then he killed Tubbo. He wasn’t some heartless asshole then.
Wake up.For some reason, that stuck with Tubbo more than Wilbur's death had. He remembers muttering a soft, “Goodnight Schlatt” when they finally covered the man up.He remembers wandering past the presidential grave for hours at a time, thinking one day he’d see Schlatt walk out. He was just gone.And Tubbo remembers staring at Schlatts body in equal parts disbelief and indifference. He just looked asleep.There was no wound, no screams, no blood, no grand exit to life itself.
It’s small and easy to miss but he’s sure at least one of them hears it.And he’s floating. A distressed noise leaves his lips. He feels the world start to drift around him. He feels himself stiffen as his mind races with the memories of that night.
He- promised“ The rest of the words are lost upon the others.His brother- Wilbur, repeats himself, lower, “Look, he’s fine and alive.”Tubbo opened his mouth but no words came out. Like he knew how much it’d affected him. Almost like he knew exactly why Tubbo was freaking out. Like he cared.Maybe he would have been perfectly fucking fine if Wilbur hadn’t of gone out of his way to push Schlatt out of the light. He’ll flip out.”And maybe he’d have been fine if Wilbur didn’t suddenly get this look on his face.
Only the sound of his shoes hitting the floor can be heard. Not when Tubbo’s already turning on his heel and running off.He’s barely made it off the train when the previous fear starts to really root itself into him.Tubbo curses softly, running further and further away from the train station. He tried not to flinch when they both stepped forward.“This is my stop, boys,” Tubbo announces, hoping his voice doesn’t betray him and prove how close he is to losing it.Neither of the adults can say a single word in protest. He maneuvered around his seat and away from the two. He couldn’t.Tubbo’s nose twitched, a sign of his uncertainty.
Naive.Tubbo bounds over to the pond, staring deeply at his reflection in the water. If even just to see what it was like or if it was even real.The pond twinkles at him with the promise of some kind of answer.And Tubbo has always been weak. He briefly considers going over to it. His gaze wanders to a small pond a little ways off from where he’s stopped.
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