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Schlatt was dead.
He had been for a while now. He thought it might be fun at first, y’know? Throwing objects, spooking people, waking Quackity up at unnecessary times, and oh boy was he wrong.
Schlatt couldn't do shit. In the first couple of days, he tried talking to people, waving in their faces trying to see if they could see him at all. But nothing worked, absolutely fucking nothing. And apparently, the only things he was able to pick up were literally the smallest pieces of garbage ever, so far he had managed to pick up a rock, a flower, and half a Crayon.
Now Schlatt was just a ghost who could float, do nothing, and manage to help absolutely no one.
In the beginning, he thought it would be funny to see the little traitor given presidency. Tubbo was practically a yes-man when he was in the cabinet, so how could this not be funny, right?
It wasn’t. It wasn’t funny at all. He watched as Tubbo stood atop the podium as the country that was forced into his hands got blown into smithereens right in front of him. He watched as the boy had to rebuild from the three monsters that destroyed it. Schlatt wished he could have helped him.
Tommy got exiled. Surely seeing one of the reasons he died suffer would be what- fulfilling? It wasn’t. Not when Dream started manipulating Tommy. He saw as Tommy crumbled. Schlatt would have given anything to be able to punch Dream in the face.
That’s where he met Wilbur- or rather the ghost of Wilbur. Much like himself, Wilbur’s attire changed after he’d died. Instead of his usual trench coat, he wore a sun yellow sweater and soft brown pants. Wilbur on the other hand was the exact opposite of soft.
The second he had seen Schlatts ghost outside of Tommy’s tent he gave the ram hybrid a swift punch to the face. Schlatt didn’t fight back, a part of him knew he deserved it. It isn’t like he could die again anyway.
A screaming match quickly broke out between the two. It was ended seconds later by an explosion. Dream had blown up Tommy’s stuff. Again. He saw Wilburs eyes go comically large, it would have been funny in any other situation.
He could see the grief shining through Wilburs eyes. He was sure pity was flowing in his own. Wilbur glanced over at Schlatt. “How many times has he done this?”
Wilbur looked sickened. Schlatt felt just the same. “Every day almost,” Schlatt spoke quietly, his voice hoarse from disuse, not to mention just screaming at Wilbur moments before. Wilburs face was somehow paler as he looked back at Dream. Wil’s face suddenly contorted in fury.
“We have to be able to do something! We can’t just leave Tommy like this!”
Schlatt picked up a pebble and threw it at the back of Dream’s head. He didn’t notice. “Listen Wil, I don’t know what to tell ya’ but we can’t do shit.” The other ghost opened his mouth then closed it again, all anger draining from his face. He gave a sigh of resignation watching as Dream left a sputtering Tommy.
Wilbur floated over to sit next to the kid, not that he could see him. He turned away. He knew Wil wouldn’t want Schlatt to hear Tommy’s sobs.
When Tommy had returned to his tent -Tnret?- Schlatt stayed there with Wilbur. It’s not that Wilbur wanted him there, in fact, he had made it very clear he didn’t want Schlatt there, at the time Schlatt had no idea why he stayed with Wilbur, the guy had just punched him in the face after all. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to. Yeah, yeah that was the reason.
Regardless, after that, the two stuck together. Not like glue, more like that crap chewing gum that lost its flavor the second you put it in your mouth. They didn’t stick together well, but they still stuck
Then the day came. Oh, that fateful day. Doomsday as he heard them call it. He and Wilbur stood, just stood as they watched L’manberg get blown to bedrock. Schlatt had never felt so powerless in his life. He wished he could do something, but what could he do. Throw a pebble at Techno’s head and see if it does something?
He put a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder when he saw tear tracks on the others face. Vaguely in the back of his mind, he had registered the shock that Wilbur had accepted it. Now though the only focus was Techno, Tommy, and the crumbling place they once called home.
It felt like the world was ending that day.
And yet, it just kept going.
He watched as Tubbo ran off to start Snowchester. He watched as the kid made nukes to defend the home he just created. He watched as a kid named Ranboo joined with Techno. He watched as a blood-red egg slowly took over the server. He watched as Tommy was stuck in prison with his abuser. That’s all either of them could do anymore; watch.
His relationship with Wilbur is what Schlatt would call a ‘tentative friendship.’ Except for the day Tommy died. Schlatt rushed to Wilbur to tell him what had happened. They searched for Tommy’s ghost everywhere yet they couldn’t find the kid.
The two ghosts searched for days. Then they found out it was a little ‘joke’ dream had played, a sick twisted way to prove a point. Schlatt was the one to give Dream that revival book. He thought he was going to bring Schlatt back, not brutally murder a child to prove a fucking point.
Now he would have given anything to be able to kill Dream right then and there.
That was the only day Wilbur let Schlatt hug him. That was the only day they considered each other friends.
He wished he could help. We wished he could help Wilbur. He wished he could help Tubbo or Tommy. He wished he could have helped Ranboo. He wished he could do something.
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From what Wil had told Schlatt Tommy had been let out of prison. The kid was somehow more traumatized than he was before. Schlatt was simply floating around the server, at the moment he was currently at McPuffy’s wishing he could eat. All the signs were off. The store only being lit by moonlight, but he could still stare at the hamburger buns.
He phased through one of the store’s walls and glanced to his left. Schlatt hasn’t checked on Snowchester in a while...