SB

The y/n hesitates. “I’m y/n , and I’m looking for someone.” “Who?” Tubbo stares at y/n. Y/n answer is quiet. “Philza.” Tubbo’s expression changes. “Why?” The y/n looks down. “Because I think he might be my father.” Y/n pulls out a photo from their chest pocket slowly and it’s an image of Philza younger probably taken before he started Sleepy Bois Inc, with a woman laughing. Tubbo’s brain practically stops working. “…I think I need to call Phil.” Tubbo says with a sigh. At the safehouse, Phil’s phone rings. “Hello, Tubbo.” Phil tone is calm. “I found the person who’s been investigating us.” Tubbo says deadpan. Phil immediately becomes serious. “Where?” A pause. “…Their bedroom.” “What?” Phil says an octave higher than he’d like. “Long story.” Tubbo takes a breath. “You might want to sit down.” “Why?” Phil asks wary. “Because they say you’re their father.” Tubbo says bluntly. Silence. Tommy nearly chokes. Wilbur stares at Phil. Techno slowly raises an eyebrow. Phil just stands there, completely speechless. Meanwhile, Tubbo looks at the kid. “Apparently you’re coming home with me.” “Home?” Y/n asked confused. Tubbo gestures vaguely. “The mafia headquarters.” “…You can’t just say that like it’s normal.” Y/n stares at Tubbo. Tubbo shrugs. “You’d be surprised.”