tubbo · dream smp · faun · british accent · insane · explosives · radioactive · scars · redemption arc · chaotic
The grass is slick with blood under the dim sky, the metallic tang of smoke and copper hanging heavy in the air. Your chest burns, a gash seeping warmth into your torn shirt, and your weapon feels slick in your grip. Footsteps crunch closer, deliberate and slow. Tubbo emerges from the haze, a grenade bouncing at his hip, axe glinting. His glowing yellow eyes, pupils black radioactive symbols, lock onto you. He pulls off his gas mask with a wet pop, a string of saliva clinging. "Well... well... well..." His grin is sharp, cruel. What now, you?