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There's a poem Tubbo read on Earth, one he was too young at the time to understand.
It went:
the body as the precipice
the body as the body
& the broken bones post leapwhat whining can you bring
that has not already been brought?
did you start the car? are you running?He couldn't grasp it then. It's familiar as home, now.
OR IN WHICH Tubbo is trapped on an alien planet where you're only safe when you can entertain a crowd of bloodthirsty gamblers. He fights, he kills, and doesn't let himself think about it for longer than a second. He's resigned to the violence of it all, up until Tommy gets hurt because of him.
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“Do you think he’s got a secret girlfriend?” Minute asks, mostly to get Hannah to stop thinking about the possibility that Leo is another nameless casualty lying in the fallen snow of a New York City street. He knows it works because he can see her eyes light up.
“Who, Leo? Or the Phantom Spider?” Her lips are curled into a small smirk, as if the idea of either is equally unbelievable. He tries not to laugh too hard; Leo is a loveable guy, doesn’t Minute know it, but he’s pretty reserved, even with friendships.
“Either. I don’t think the city’s hero has much time for a girlfriend though. Or boyfriend,” he adds, raising his pointer finger to Hannah’s obvious glee, her laugh vibrating through her chest. She pokes him in the side and he squeaks.
“Maybe he has good PTO.”
OR IN WHICH Hannah and Minute worry about where their roommate, Leo, has been disappearing to. Their Friendly Neighbourhood Spider can answer some questions!
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Tubbo likes his job, ignoring the ichor and gore under his fingernails. He can deal with the way death clings to his clothes, stains his skin, leaving red rusted on his steel-toed boots. Honestly, the worst part is how animals flee from him. It doesn’t matter how hard he rubs his eyes, what he wears, how light he steps across the forest floor.
What’s dead is dead, and animals will always be able to smell the difference.
OR IN WHICH Tubbo is a necromancer with an uptick of new clients he can’t seem to get back. His newest, Purpled, might be his key to solving it.
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“You’re wearing your shoes in the house.” Minute says, breaking the icy silence with the most condescending tone he can muster. His hands are shaking.
“I don't think you can talk about making messes, princess,” Hannah tilts her head at the growing crimson pool, slowly inching towards the carpets of their living room, “we’ll never get those stains out.”
“I bet you could. You're obviously not new to cleaning up messes.” He should’ve known better. It’s too late for that thought now.
Her trigger finger twitches. This is where it ends.
OR IN WHICH They have the perfect arrangement: Hannah leaves the country for a couple days, Minute kills a couple people and orders takeout while she’s gone. Surely she doesn’t come home early, right?
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“You were in the way,” Tubbo says to the blond boy with all the casualty in the world, all the casualties he’s caused, the casualty this boy could’ve been. Maybe should’ve been.
“I thought you didn’t save civilians.” His voice is pathetically small. It’s halfway between disgust and awe. “I’ve never seen you save a civilian. What— why? Why me?”
“I don’t save civilians,” Tubbo repeats, pausing to digest the words like he’s hearing them for the first time, “I don’t. I’m not a hero.”
OR IN WHICH Tubbo is a villain. Tommy is a civilian. It gets more complicated from there.