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Schlatt paced around the room helplessly. Praying, cursing, and begging for whatever Gods out there.
He didn't know what to do.
For the last 6 hours, his actions have constructed of pacing around the room and holding his eldest son as he cried and whimpered softly.
They didn't know what was happening. The unknown admin killer glitch has been appearing around servers. Attacking the admin's codes. Some survived others didn't.
Servers were being closed. The smaller operators and admins trying to protect their people as their strongest defenders succumbed.
Rumor had it was something to do with the Gods who gifted the admins their powers.
Schlatt didn't care where it was coming from rather how to stop it. Dream. His oldest child. His little boy was suffering. And he could do nothing about it. He hated it.
Dream has collapsed in the middle of their meeting. It had been so sudden. One moment they were speaking and the next the masked man was falling. Small gasps of breaths as he clutched his head.
The horned man had immediately brought his son to Bad while Techno tried to keep the server up in his absence. The wars were put on momentary hold as enemies and friends had come to support their friends and family.
To say goodbye
Because nobody who died to the glitch came back. It was permanent death.
The idea of losing his son forever made tears blur his vision. No parent wanted to outlive their child. Quickly he made his way back to his son's side. Combing his fingers through the sweaty dirty blond hair.
Gods he wanted to scream, bargain, shout. Cry Punch something. Anything. But it wouldn't help. It would just scare his already delirious son.
And the last thing he wants is his son to be scared right now.
Clay- Dream looked pained. His browns were pinched and his lips parted and he panted. The mask was restricting his breathing and had to be taken off. The long scar from his freckled cheek to the other eye plain to all eyes to see.
Schlatt remembered being so proud of his son even though he lost. Technoblade was a hard rival to battle but he knew his son loved the challenge.
Schlatt was thrown out of his thoughts by a little whimper. The beautiful emerald eyes were half-mast as they looked up at him.
"Da-ad" Dream muttered. It was a small and breathless sound. A rare moment of clarity.
"You little man. Dad's here," he mutters softly as he keeps combing his son's hair.
Dreams chest moved slowly each breath stuttering and weak. The other admins, the ones who survived said it felt like fire in their veins. Like withers burning their lungs and lava traveling their blood. Their heads being split with lightning. It was hell.
And by the state of his son, he believed that.
"I- it hurts dad..." Dream whimpers. His eyes had started to glaze over. The pain taking a toll on his mind. "Da-ad" he mutters again softly.
"I know son, I know. It will stop soon. Dad will fix it"
Howhowhow HOW? PLEASE GODS ANYONE SAVE HIM!
"Dad will fix it" his voice breaks. He carefully scoops his son against his chest as he used to when his boy was a child. Shushing and hugging his little boy and burrowing his nose into his hair. Was he comforting his son or himself it hardly mattered?
All that mattered were the stuttering breaths. The weak hold on his suit as he held him.
"I- it's okay dad... I- take care- please-"
"Sssssh I will I will." He shushed the weak mumbles. His eyes were blurry again.
"Sing?" Dream mumbled against his neck.
Schlatt had to swallow a few times before he smiled down weakly. "Of course" the father adjusted his hold and started to rock back and forth. Willing the tears away as he started to sing the familiar tune.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away"
Only once the song finished did he allow his tears to fall and turn into sobs as he borrowed his face into his son's hair. His son's lifeless body clutched into his chest.