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Weird creaking

Summary:

So, Tubbo and Sunny somehow teleport from QSMP to Poland a.k.a the real world. So Tubbo and Sunny try to survive in Poland, also why is the creaking so loud at specific times? Is it just neighbors? Perhaps ghosts?

Find out by reading :D

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Where it all begins, a home

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It was a sunny bright morning. The wind whispered softly, a stark contrast to yesterday. Tubbo looked outside of his apartment building window he lived in. 


He sighed heavily, the weight of stress evident in the sound, and started to get ready for when Sunny wakes up. Today was Tuesday, nothing special besides that it’s Sunny’s first day of kindergarten. He is very much stressed out for Sunny because they don’t speak Polish and neither does Tubbo, well he knows more than Sunny but not enough to get by.

Yeah Polish, they were in Poland, specifically in Rzepin. He still can’t pronounce the word, but he hopes to get there one day.

He sighed yet again and walked into the kitchen and started to make some coffee for him and Sunny as well as start breakfast, even though he doesn't eat in the mornings Sunny does. 


The kitchen was small, on the right a fridge, with so many drawings stuck there with magnets, a small table with two chairs, that has still plates there that Tubbo forgot to put in the sink, and on the left there was a stove with a sink next to it and a few cupboards filled to the brim with different tea, coffee and other packages as well as dishes like cups and plates. The room had a yellowish floral wallpaper that Sunny has tried to draw on as they are '’too boring’’.


Tubbo stressfully looked at the clock that was ticking a little too loudly for his sensitive ears. He hoped to god that the workers in kindergarten weren’t joking when they said that they can teach Sunny Polish and Polish sign language. He also was worried about his job, even though he was accepted because of his extensive knowledge of biology as well as having a mechanical engineering degree he somehow found in the suitcase when he opened it when he fully rented the apartment he lives in right now. 


He didn’t remember much about his past, but he does remember about the federation and Fred and his kind of sorta brother Ramón and Ramón’s dads Fit and Pac, with Richarlyson added, who he only has nothing but good memories of. Obviously he remembers Niki and Bagi and even Roier for some reason. 
He also remembers. . .

 

Purgatory.

He shivers at that thought.


Point is he remembers his life on the island but not before that. 

He was very lucky with his situation as he somehow found help pretty quickly (probably because of their pity towards Sunny and how young Tubbo looked even with his lava scars that they think is caused by fire).


He snapped back when he realised the eggs he was cooking were about to burn.

 

 

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Sunny looked at his Pa in wonder as he looked at the TV that was fully in Polish. They tapped at their Pa gaining attention from him and she started to sign: ''Pa can you understand what the lady is saying?!''Tubbo chuckled and said: ''I understand enough''. 


''How was kindergarten?'' asked Tubbo and picked her up into his lap. ''Huh? How was it?'' Sunny deflated a little but signed: ''It was weird ''.


’’weird? How so?’’ Tubbo asked, trying to see if other people bullied her or they were left out, so he can protect her immediately and not later, and Sunny just shrugged, ''okay? But is it bad weird?'' Sunny shook her head aggressively. Tubbo laughed a little, and felt relieved that it was positive weird, but nodded ''okay Poppet, if you say so''.


He got up with Sunny in his hands and walked towards Sunny’s room.


Her room was bigger than Tubbos and very colourful, mostly orange but still much more colourful than Tubbo’s room (which honestly was more of a workspace than a bedroom and even then he used the living room as a make-shift working area, his room was just storage at this point). 


Sunny also had. . . wormtail. 

 


Somehow that dead but actually alive turtle came with them???

 


Tubbo is still baffled by it. 

 

 

 

Anyway. . .

 

 

 

Tubbo puts Sunny on her pajamas or how Sunny signed them: ‘’piżama’’. He’s glad that Sunny’s trying to sign in Polish because it can and will be useful for them.


After Tubbo put Sunny to bed he sighed and went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee before starting to work on some papers that were oh so kindly given to him on his first day of work, he was glad that the workers understood that he can’t understand a lick of Polish but eventually will have to understand and will (At least enough to have a normal conversation).


As he’s waiting for the water to boil he hears weird creaking. He looks around where the creaking came from, it seems as if it was upstairs but above him? Like exactly?
He knows this place is old (Believe him it’s as old as or even older than him) but it’s weird still he shakes it off as upstairs neighbors. 


Finally the water had finished boiling and he poured the hot water and coffee powder with some milk in a cup. The cup had three swoopy stripes in very boring colours of brown, light brown and white, but hey it does it’s job perfectly fine. 


He sighed and went to the living room where he has his makeshift workplace. He sat down on the dark green couch with no pillows or blankets and started to look through the papers that were given to him on his first day. . .


’Zagadnienia języka naturalnego w dziedzinach biochemii i biologii molekularnej opa-’ 

Tubbo sighed, now just about to give up, they gave him the full Polish version and not the English one they promised.


‘’For fuck sake…,’’ Tubbo sighed, again  being even more tired. He took a sip of his coffee that was very much shit and started translation with both the Polish-English dictionary and google translate because he has patience but not that much.  .  . 

 

 

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It took  him three fucking hours and he's only half way through the papers. At least he had not a lot of pressure put on him on his first day, but common man! 


He closed his eyes. The desk that was more of a kitchen table just put in the living room was full of papers, coffee stains and an empty cup.

 


He got up and flicked the light off and walked into his bare room with a mattress on the floor with a few pillows and a blanket, he changed his clothes and just fell into his mattress and fell asleep immediately. 

As the crickets filled the late spring air with their loud chorus, nature changed weathers as it pleased. A few raindrops fell down and soon it was a storm. 


But no one was there to hear the soothing rain and definitely not Tubbo, the man who had a lot on his plate and took a fully deserved break. . . 

 

 

Chapter 2

Summary:

Tubbo and Sunny have a trip to the store! The creaking has doubled and more strange things happen...

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

A week has passed and Sunny knows a bit more Polish and has made some friends; Roman, Ewangelina and Lena. . .


. . . they weirdly remind him of some of the eggs in QSMP. . .


Tubbo shakes his head and continues his walk with Sunny. 


Him and Sunny are walking to the store to get some pens and paper and also some groceries, but nobody is interested in that. The walk was quiet, only Sunny signing her little heart out with who and what happened in kindergarten the day prior. 


It was Saturday so no work for Tubbo either, his colleagues and bosses (Yes multiple, he shivers at the memories when he first met all five of them for his first day) have apologized for the little mistake and now double check it just in case it happens again. 


He’s very lucky to have such a job and colleagues. 
He shakes his head to stop thinking about it and continues looking around. Today is a sunny evening, the whole week it has been raining and it bothered Sunny a bit.
Everything was dry because the sun had been brightly shining the whole day. 


Both he and Sunny were wearing warm-ish clothes as it was windy. 
Sunny had a bright orange coat with little diamonds as a pattern and a cream coloured woolly scarf, some white gloves, warm stockings and spring boots that were brown. They also had sparkly pink earmuffs as they were ‘’pretty’’ by Sunny’s words. 


Tubbo had his woolly forest green cardigan buttoned down with a long sleeved shirt under it,he was wearing some brown khakis, he also had a simple woolly scarf and a hat with some doc martins in black. Tubbo also had a big bag, that looked kinda like a handbag, that was empty and ready for food and other inanimate objects to be put in. 
He and Sunny were holding hands as they walked into a store that had the name ‘Biedronka.’ The store didn’t have a lot of people, Tubbo didn’t know if that was common, but he didn’t care, taking the trolley and hoisting Sunny up to the ‘baby seat’ letting them have a better view of things. 


He starts pulling the trolley as he checks things of his list in his memories; some potatoes, rice, bread, sausages, butter, carrots, milk, coffee powder, tomatoes, some AA batteries for Sunny’s train toy, Słone paluszki, wait-


Tubbo looked into the trolley again, Słone paluszki? Salty bread…sticks? How are they here-


Sunny put them there and Tubbo looked at her. ’’Sunny….do you have something to say? Hmm?’’ Sunny giggled at that but shook her head. Tubbo sighs, ’’Fine, just this once, okay?’’ Tubbo messed up her hair a bit, making her try to bite him as a joke but she couldn’t get to him as fast as he moved and then he started to walk to the cash register. 
He panicked a bit realising the line was getting longer behind him and he, Tubbo, did not know a lot of words, he’s learning, because he has basically no choice (not that he hates it!). He sighed and started putting his groceries on to be scanned. 


The cashier was younger than him, probably 16 or 17 if he had to guess, she had blonde hair with a hint of  red-ish dyed hair you could see because it was in a braid. She had a name tag, but Tubbo couldn’t read that fast. She had a dull expression but greeted every customer with a polite smile. 


’’Cześć!’’ She said with a polite smile towards Tubbo. In his panicked state just nodded at her and waited for his total amount to pay. ’’To będzie 10,15,’’ she said and Tubbo gave the exact amount. 


The moment it was paid he took his stuff that he put in his handbag and grabbed Sunny and walked off.
The walk home was less eventful, him mankind Sunny some potatoes and sausage with a side of salad and him having the same.


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Sunny was in the living room, sitting on the floor and watching some cartoon called ‘Miś Uszatek’


Tubbo on the other hand was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes and the table as well. Suddenly the window opened with a strong gust of wind blowing in. 
Tubbo yelped a little, not expecting that and immediately closed it to not let in the cold air. As Tubbo closed it he was kinda puzzled on how it opened. From his memories the windows were fine, but then again the apartment building wasn’t the newest and the windows were a bit old as well.


He sighed while washing the dishes with gloves so as to not touch the food that was left on the dishes. As he washed he failed to realise that something was looking at him and well it would have been fine if he was on the first floor, where people could see inside if you didn’t have any curtains on, but…
Tubbo lived on the fourth floor…
The thing watching him left, the sound of wings flapping could be heard, maybe it was a bird? 
As Tubbo finished he looked out the window and felt weird so he pulled the curtains on. He made some more coffee, as he waited for the electric kettle to boil he heard some creaking once more. 


It has happened frequently in the past few days and it’s driving him mad. 


Why? You may ask, because frankly it’s normal, especially if it’s older living spaces. 


But you see, the problem isn’t inherently the creaking itself, but more where it’s coming from.

Notes:

HIIII! :3 I hope you like it, if you see any mistakes be it in English or Polish please do point them out! Also sorry it took so long, I honestly had a lot on my weight (a.k.a school) but it's getting better! Anyway if you did like it please kudos or even better yet comment! I love reading your opinions and thoughts on my works!

Notes:

So, I don't speak Polish (If you can't tell lol) so if you or anybody you know knows Polish I am so sorry, also you can point out the mistakes I don't mind!

You may also be wondering why Poland? Well it's a thing called, I saw a fanart and have read some fanfics with Tubbo being Polish...so I went with it and did a little spin around it :D