A New Addition - Sleepy Bois Inc AU

**CT/TW(?):: Hinted child neglect/abuse { I'm not sure if this needs to be a warning but I put it anyway :] }**

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-Tape Start-

"Toby, correct?"

"Yes sir, but please call me Tubbo."

"Okay, Tubbo. I need you to tell me what your father looks like."

"My Papa?"

"Yes, your . . . papa."

"I . . . can't remember him well. I just know he tried his best with me."

"Can you tell me about the house you lived in then?"

"I can tell you some bits of memories I have in the house."

"Go ahead, Tubbo. Try not to leave out any details- I've been told you're very observant."

"Well . . . I was alone in a bedroom, the only light coming from the moon outside. It was a small room, only a matress could fit. The matress wasn't the best, either. It was all stained with yellow and red and- had springs popping out. I remember . . . being curled up in a blanket that was also stained."

"Do you know what was stained on it?"

"I think the yellow on the matress was when I peed the bed, but it may have also been cheese. I'm not sure what the red is."

"Alright . . . Go on."

"Yes, sir . . . I remember waking up from a nightmare the yelling for my papa because I was scared. But he . . . n-never came."

"Is that all?"

"Th-That's all I remember."

-Tape End-

. . .

As the film clicked and shut off, Phil looked at the interviewer known as Dr. Clay.

"We need to find a way to get his memory, then we could potentially find out who his parents are." Dr. Clay spoke, taking out the tape.

"Any reason why he started crying at the end?"

Dr. Clay cleared his throat. "Even though he doesn't remember much, he can still feel the emotional pain he felt at that time. It could just be a sign that he was sad at the time."

Dr. Clay ruffled through the papers in his hands, handing them to Phil.

The documents of what they've gathered so far of Tubbo's past.

Phil sighed.

"Wouldn't it just be easier if I adopted the boy? We wouldn't have to go through so much trouble." Phil didn't want conflict, he just wanted a happy family.

It's all he ever wanted.

Dr. Clay sighed, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. "I suppose, but the boy is obviously traumatized by something and it's my job to find out what it is."

Dr. Clay paused, taking a slight breather. "I want to find out who this man is, too Phil. Trust me, I do. And for that, we need to keep pushing Toby until he remembers more. He's said the same story three times for crying out loud."

Dr. Clay seemed uneasy- unsure of his own words.

Phil adjusted the hat on his head awkwardly, nodding soon after. "Yea, I guess."