#hfdjkasfh anyways if you couldnt tell i really like this au

[prismartist]

uh oh i’m thinking again /j

anyways the dad/sibling/cousinschlatt au is so intriguing to me because it gives me the idea that schlatt may have been a good person that slowly descended into madness paralleling wilbur, but like, off-screen and right before the election. how exactly is vague, but i’m thinking it could have something to do with the challenges he did with wilbur or slimecicle, or other smps, if you’re the type of person that likes to tie in other unrelated minecraft videos for fun. which i am.

but then you throw in the glatt thing, and suddenly i am hit with a dozen more ideas, which i will now list in bullet form so it’s more organized

(this may or may not have turned into a bullet fic oops)

schlatt remembers taking care of tubbo. he loves the kid and wanted to take care of him through any means possible

thus, the memories he has with tubbo as a sane, relatively healthy person are crystal clear

there’s... not a whole lot of them though.

schlatt knows he’s accompanied tubbo for several years, but he can flash through his best memories with the kid in maybe ten minutes

it all starts becoming blurry when he slowly goes senile

when he becomes glatt, he doesn’t remember a lot of his presidency. he remembers becoming president, that’s for sure. he knows that he was president for a while, that should be obvious.

the details of his reign though... not so much

when he tries to remember, all he gets are flashes of hurt and angry faces, mostly shouting at him, and a whole hell of pain worse than a hangover

(he still remembers what hangovers feel like, he’s had too many of those to forget)

there seems to be one memory blocked away, as if hiding in a hard, locked box he can’t open

until one day when he’s eavesdropping on the cabinet of l’manburg

(glatt still isn’t used to that name. he thinks he prefers manburg more)

it’s become a habit of his, watching over tubbo as he tries to keep the country in shape. it’s a little painful, seeing him struggle and make questionable decisions, being strung along by the very people who work for him

especially quackity. geez does that guy seem extremely power-hungry. but, schlatt supposes that’s why he picked him as vp

(he doesn’t remember much about the big q. he remembers teasing quackity, swelling up at his words of encouragement, and spending one or two drunken nights together.... or three. maybe some weren’t as drunken as others-)

the former vice president in question now stands with tubbo and the “butcher army” (what a boring name) in a dark, dingy cave, surrounded by torn pictures of pigs. some of them aren’t even pictures of their target, just random pigs.

glatt never got that.

he floats in a corner, wishing they put some chairs for him to recline in; it’s a familiar position for him, and one that he frankly misses.

he listens to their conversation, one about taking down dream, the leader of the server. (glatt doesn’t remember much about him either, though it doesn’t seem like it’s because the memories were bad.)

“you remember what schlatt did to me?” tubbo suddenly says.

glatt perks up at this, curious. no, he does not remember what he did to tubbo, elaborate please.

“remember? he made me decorate my own execution.”

glatt blinks at this. steadily, a sinking feeling is felt in his gut.

“he had a festival.”

the festival

schlatt freezes as he remembers, albeit with confusion. the box hiding the memory starts to chip away

he had shouted at tubbo, accusing him of betraying the country, laughed when tubbo expressed his confusion. schlatt had called up technoblade to...

no. that can’t be right. that couldn’t have happened. tubbo was a great kid, why would schlatt...?

yet glatt knows that it happened. he knows that a horrible version of himself existed and affected so many lives in manburg. including tubbo.

schlatt sinks in his corner, gripping the sleeves of his blue sweater. what a horrible person madness had droven him into. god, he shouldn’t have drank so much.

he listens with dread as tubbo plots out their plan, the exact same method schlatt had used on him. he sighs as the butcher army agrees, and sets out to prepare.

and glatt leaves as well, unable to do anything to help his kid.

/rp

#mcyt #dream smp #dadschlatt au #jschlatt #tubbo #dadschlatt #dadschlatt tubbo au #dsmp #unintelligible rants #hfdjkasfh anyways if you couldnt tell i really like this au #the writing is a little eh but hey it's not an actual fic so #it's okay