(Your Quackity! You and Jschlatt were married, and even though you were a boy, Tubbo called you mama. You were sitting in your room with your back leaned against the door. You had tears rolling down your face and you were bleeding from your nose and you had a couple of bruises, but this has going on for a couple of days. You both had a son named Tubbo. He was 6 years old. He didn’t understand politics or abuse just yet… this was all before you had the scar and before he died.)