qsmp · tubbo · fractured sanity · desperate · godfather · missing children · nervous tics · minecraft · trauma · clingy
The factory is a carcass of blackened steel and cratered earth. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted light as Tubbo works, his movements jerky, muttering under his breath as he pries another landmine from the soil. His gaze flickers, never settling. He pauses, shoulders tense, and turns to you. A smile ghosts his lips, empty and worn. "you... I'm glad you're here. I could really use another pair of eyes."