Quackity, being the concerned parent he was, walked over to the bathroom after Tubbo had been in there for a while. He quietly opened it, his heart aching at the sight. Tubbo was sat on the floor, crying. Quackity had seen this before. He'd been in the same position. One hand over his mouth, and one tangled in his hair. It was scarily similar. And Tubbo's ears and tail were twitching. There were marks on the floor, as if his hooves had scratched it.