#tw restrsints

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

uh uhhhhhhhhh liar au (that one protege au i wrote) cprime or cclingy

or just protege clingyduo

I’m unfortunately not very good at remembering things so I forgot about that 😔 so here’s just protege c!clingy. tws for murder, human experimentation, restraints, threats of torture, self hatred, abuse, and fates worse than death. but this ones pretty hopeful i'd say? c!clingy the world.

when tubbo awoke, it was to buzzing machines and white, sterile walls. he felt far too tired to move, but even then he felt the straps around his wrists and hooves, keeping him pinned to the hospital bed he lay on. bright lights stung in his face, forcing him to keep his eyes shut.

funny. he'd thought he was dead.

he'd felt the axe cut his head clean off, and there wasn’t a cure for decapitation as far as he was aware. medicine wasn’t his forte but he knew enough to be doubtful.

was this the afterlife? because, if so, what was where he was before? the cacophony of red-white-blue-yellow sparks and a burning crater he couldn’t climb out from? was that his punishment? or was this?

he didn’t fucking know. his head hurt. his horns ached- he couldn’t feel the tips anymore, like they’d been sanded down or something, but that also didn’t make any sense.

“hello?” he called out in a scratchy voice. “is anyone here?”

“tubbo?” and thank god, that was tommy's voice, he could recognise it from anywhere. “tubbo, i'm so, so sorry.”

“tommy? i-“

before he could say anything else, the straps on his arms were loosened, and he was pulled into a tight hug- too tight, more painful than anything he’d experienced, but it was tommy so he didn’t care. “i'm so fucking sorry, tubbo. i was selfish, i- i couldn’t lose you, man, i couldn’t-“

“woah, woah, woah. calm down, bossman. take it from the top.”

“i- i killed you.”

“dream's little pet apprentice killed me. you’re dead. that doesn’t make sense.”

“is that what dream told everyone? huh, makes sense.” tommy laughed and tubbo got the sense he only did it to avoid crying. “dream-dream said if i didn’t, he'd torture you. until i was strong enough. and i guess i'll never be strong enough, huh?”

“what are you even talking about?”

“i- i made a stupid fucking deal, an awful deal. i- dream said he'd bring you back, but only if- only if he could use you as a test subject. and i- i just couldn’t imagine a life without you. and- and i'm sorry man. you have every right to hate me. i'd hate me.”

“tommy. i'd take any pain to be your friend again, y’know? it’s okay.” tubbo tried to make his scratchy voice sound as soothing as possible. “you're my best friend, man. i'd die for you.”

“once. not repeatedly.”

“test me.”

“well. i won’t. he will.” tommy shuddered violently. “and- and i know what he’s like. it’s hell, tubbo. worse than. and he- he goes easy on me, y’know? because we're friends. i can’t even imagine what he'll do to you.”

“well, whatever it is, it’s worth it if i get to see you again.” tubbo affirmed. “you are worth hell, tommy. never let him make you forget that.”