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Tubbo had a robust set of morals, maybe it’s because he had a dad who raised him to be a good fucking person.
He didn’t like picking fights, he didn’t like fights in general, no matter how strong he is physically with his ram hybrid genes.
But the high school had been making it hard to keep up with his morals, why’re teenagers such fucking assholes? He’s in his junior year now, the 11th grade to some, and hasn’t gotten into any fights since starting high school, but today might change that.
His friends are easy targets to be fair, he and his one friend Tommy are both transmen, and his other friend Ranboo, they’re nonbinary. They stand out a little, but it’s never been that bad.
Today though, it seems like that’ll change, he’s a week into his 11th grade, and god, is he pissed.
They keep having to move where they’re eating lunch because they keep getting harassed by some assholes, and by the fifth day of this, they’re sitting outside under a tree. But as soon as they’re relaxed, he notices the group of boys that has been bothering them coming up on the hill.
“What the actual hell?” Tommy groans, quite loudly. The blonde leader of the group smirks at this, “What ___, you didn’t miss us?”
And look, Tubbo has morals, he doesn’t pick fights but when he hears his friend's deadname being said and he could feel the way Tommy closes in on himself and the way Ranboo scoots slightly behind Tubbo, well he couldn’t just let this keep happening.
The ram hybrid gets up, standing in front of his friends, stance wide, almost like a human shield to protect them.
“The fuck did you say?” Tubbo asks deadly calm in his voice.
“I asked your friend ___ if she missed us.” The blonde asshole says with a dangerous glint in his eyes. And well, Tubbo never really understood what it meant to see red from anger, but he thinks he does now. He lunges at the taller boy, knocking him down with a hard shove making both the blondes friends and the ram hybrids friends gasp.
It’s like he’s barely in his body because they’re both on the ground now, swinging punches, grabbing at each other.
Tubbo can make out the sounds of yelling, sounding like so much yelling, why was it so fucking loud? Soon he wound up sitting on top of the taller boy, getting punch after punch on the boy's face. Suddenly he feels himself getting pulled off the boy, he yells something that he can’t really process. But he feels the yelling disperse and he can feel himself being led somewhere by someone, Mr. Dude?
“Tubbo, can you hear me? I need you to pay attention.” Mr. Dude or Sam as some students call him.
Tubbo nods, wincing as he does so, limping as he walks next to Sam with support.
Tubbo tries to pay attention, he does! But it’s like there's cotton in his ears. Sam notices this, sighing softly. Leading the boy into Mr. Snag's office, and helping him sit down.
Tubbo sits sort of quietly, holding an icepack to his head and tissues to his bloody nose. He notices Tommy and Ranboo talking to Mr. Snag for him, explaining the situation, but it’s still as if he’s underwater. After around 15 minutes, Tubbo finally speaks up,
“He deserved it.” The boy mumbles, as he leans back. Making Ranboo and Tommy stifle their laughs, and Mr. Snag let out a sigh.
“I’m gonna have to call all three of your guys’ parents.” Mr. Snag says, and Tubbo shrugs, wincing in pain as he does so. The boy goes back to silence as the teacher begins calling everyone's parents.
While Mr. Snag does that in the side office, Tubbo looks over at his friends with swollen eyes.
“How did the prick come out looking?” He asks the two others.
“Well, you did come out worse for ware than him,” Ranboo says softly because Dream was able to walk into the school without support, while Tubbo was barely able to walk or pay attention. Tommy scoffs, “You would’ve fucked him up if you had more time.” Tubbo's blonde friend says with confidence.
Tubbo grins at that, nodding weakly.
“Hell yeah, I could’ve.” They all fall into easy conversation, waiting for their parents to arrive.
Soon Mr. Snag walks in with their parents, Tubbo's dad, Schlatt, Tommy's dad, Wilbur, and Ranboo's dad, Ted.
Schlatt walks up to his son, wincing a bit at how bruised and bloody he is.
“Christ kid, you look like shit.” He says bluntly making Tubbo laugh a bit.
“Tommy said the same thing.”Well he’s fuckin’ right, we’re going to a hospital.” He says, helping his son up.
Schlatt left work at Schlatt&Co early to come, the school's principal said Tubbo got into a fight and there were multiple parties involved, and to be fair, he expected Tommy to be here, but Ran?
Schlatt sighs as he helps Tubbo limp out of the school after talking to the principal a bit, Tubbo and his friends got suspended for a week while Dream and his group got suspended for four weeks for inciting the fight with transphobia.
Tubbo was laid in the backseat, unable to buckle from the pain, they began the drive to the ER.
“I’m sorry, Papa,” Tubbo mumbles out as they begin the hour drive. Schlatt sighs a bit, shaking his head.
“Kid, I’m not mad. You did what was right, but you pulled your fuckin punches man. If there’s a next time, you go in with full force.”
He says, looking in the rearview mirror to look at Tubbo, “You understand?” Tubbo nods, wincing a bit as he’s jostled by a bump in the road.
“Okay, I understand.” He says, leaning back tiredly.
“Want some McDonalds before we go to the hospital, we’re pressing charges,” Schlatt says, looking back at his son.
He sees himself even more and more every day in his son, and it scares him really bad.
He remembers getting into fights, but he knows that Tubbo wasn’t fighting just to fight, he was fighting to protect his friends.
And he sure as hell knows he’s proud of Tubbo, and that once he tells the rest of the family, or if Ted or Wilbur do it first, they’ll all be proud as well.
Schlatt looks back at his boy in the back eating his nuggets, his eyes almost fully swollen shut.
The older ram hybrid never wanted this for his kid, he wanted to protect him, but he knows Tubbo is independent, and he can protect himself.
But god does that fucking scare him.