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Connor and Schlatt get caught in a glitched chunk while trying to make an appointment. A conversation about life ensues.
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quackity doesnt understand how to be a mom. schlatts there to help.
its really short.
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- Part 1 of adventures of pumpkinduo
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Schlatt started laughing, a broken, pained noise, and it grew into a cackle, but there was no real laughter behind it. It was just shouting. Shouting in the shape of laughter.
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- Part 12 of random schlangst aus
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30 Dec 2021
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i am trash 15 once again steals my soul away
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I guess this is goodbye by unfortunately_i_exist
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
21 Jan 2022
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Schlatt doesn’t know what to say. It strikes him suddenly that these will probably be his last words to Quackity. There’s nothing he can say that will convey how he feels; the mess of sorrow and self-pity and apathy and regret that he feels. None of it will make Quackity feel better. There are no justifications he can give to undo the damage he’s done. So he offers none.
“Okay,” He says instead. His throat, quite suddenly and without explanation, tightens so he can barely speak.
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Schlatt and Quackity have had a toxic relationship for years, and Quackity finally leaves.
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You stand for election because you want to piss off Wilbur fucking Soot, who thinks he can drag you out like some little dancing monkey for his cause, and because you’ve never encountered a thing that you didn’t want to own in your whole damn life. And sure, a nation’s a pretty big thing, but your eyes have always been bigger than your stomach. You’ve always been greedy.
Always wanted what you can’t have.
It’s a doomed attempt, and you know it – you’re up against L’Manburg’s pretty-boy founders, so you’ve lost the nationalist vote from the start. And the thirst-trap vote, and that one shouldn’t be a big deal, but it’s honestly the biggest share of the voting contingent as far as you can tell. Your campaign looks pretty dead before it’s even born.
Or, rather– it looks pretty dead until you meet Quackity. He’s young, and pretty, and he’s not got that sweet little British accent but he’s easy to play like a fucking fiddle so you’ll take what you can get. You flatter him, and ask for his votes, and his eyes don’t leave your mouth the whole time you’re talking.
(A series of moments in Quackity and Schlatt's relationship, through Schlatt's eyes.)
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- Part 2 of snapshots