#cc!jschlatt

FUCKING WHAAT

JSCHLATT?????????

Moodboard for a factive of CC!Schlatt from MCYT for a Discord Requester who requested: n/a

Names

Jay

Ram

President

York

Tex

America

Cat/Kat

Huff

Branson

Lip

Austin

Shepley/Shepherd

Judge/Jury

Jacob/Jakob

Jade/Jayden/Jaydon

Jayce/Jayson

Jaymie/Jaymes

Jadair

Jair

Jahmir

King

Pronouns

ram/rams/ram's/ramself

plush/plushes/plush's/plushself

chop/chops/chop's/chopself

gov/govs/gov's/govself

pres/presi/pres'/presiself

suit/suits/suit's/suitself

york/yorks/york's/yorkself

hoof/hooves/hoof's/hoofself

horn/horns/horn's/hornself

wool/wools/wool's/woolself

suit/suits/suit's/suitself

king/kings/king's/kingself

🐏/🐏s/🐏's/🐏self

🦅/🦅s/🦅's/🦅self

Schlatt knows he’s dying. Muscles decaying long before they should. Taking long pauses in speeches to let his lungs catch up to his ambitions.

He’d moved into a smaller house, just so it wouldn’t hurt as much to walk around.

The steroids help. Give a feeling of power of only for a little while. And when they do he thinks maybe this is what it should have been like. To be young and strong.

He drinks when it hurts too much. Tries not to think about how he’s been drinking more and more these days.

It never hurts less when he’s drunk. Just hurts in a far off way. The kind that lets you forget about it for a moment.

He rubs his arm, or tries to before realizing the bottles still clutched in his hand.

Today is one of the good days. It has to be. Ever since his diagnosis he’d told himself if he made it to 22 everything would turn around. He’d start feeling better.

After all. He’s made it this far.

He blinks and the rooms full. Friends, coworkers, even some he doesn’t know that well.

He hasn’t told any of them about it but maybe they didn’t have to know. Maybe they could all celebrate his birthday and he’d be the only one who knows that he’s lucky to have made it this far.

They argue.

They should be celebrating but they argue instead. The same old things. And maybe he lets himself be angry, feel powerful.

He clutches his arm to his chest trying to rub the numbness out of it and stands front and center in the room.

When it clicks he laughs. They’re here to kill him. The irony. As if they need to give him blades and words. As if time isn’t on their side.

TW: mentions of alcohol, hangovers, cursing, slight gore depictions

He straightened his tie and looked towards the door. 

Tubbo walked in through the double doors, closing them as quietly as possible. “Who is coming exactly?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Now stop asking questions runt.” Jschaltt growled.

Nodding and rubbing the back of his neck, Tubbo still hadn’t got used to the President’s sharp tongue and quick temper. He allowed no room for error.

Quackity somehow got into the building, believing that he was on bad terms with the President, Tubbo was surprised to see him. Still, Jschlatt didn’t take his eyes off the door. He’d never seen him so stoic or sober before. Whoever they were meeting, they had to be pretty intimidating. 

Suddenly, the front doors flung open, cool evening air blew in, ruffling black hair and a white bandanna. His netherite gleamed in the dying sunlight, two dual axes in hand, a crossbow and quiver attached to his back.

Jschaltt scoffed, “I don’t deal with lackeys.”

Sapnap turned his sterling gray eyes onto him, Tubbo couldn’t help but shrink from his glare. Those were the eyes that had gleamed with excitement while shoving an axe through his chest. “Call me a lackey again and I will pull your tongue out of your mouth, drag it around your neck and strangle you with it. Then hang your horns on my wall you son of a b-”

“Oh, knock it off.”

Sighing, Sapnap rolled his eyes as Dream walked into the hall. His mask completely covered his face another unsettling image to Tubbo. He’d seen it bathed in blood all too often. “Nice to see you again, Schlatt.”

“You said we’d meet alone, asshat.” Jschlatt turned a gold coin in his hand, his other in his pocket.

Dream laughed, a terrible sound like nails on a chalkboard, “Seems we both didn’t keep our word. Is the whole cabinet here?”

Schlatt scoffed, “Let’s just get to the end of this, I have a hangover to work through.” He snapped and Tubbo opened the large doors that led into another hallway. He held them for everyone Quackity seemed to try and whisper something to Schlatt but he ignored him. Dream walked through without question, confident as ever, but Sapnap didn’t take his eyes off Tubbo, axes still in hand.

He led them down the hallway, and Tubbo had to sprint to open the next door. It was a lounge room that hadn’t really been used before, velvet couches and chairs sat in a circle to the side of a hearth. A tray with alcoholic beverages sat on the table, and Schaltt told him to pour a drink. Dream sat leisurely on the sofa, Sapnap sat in a chair beside Quackity, and Schaltt leaned on a couch. 

Tubbo popped open the bottle of liquor and poured a shot glass giving it to Schlatt he gulped it down and licked his lips. “So why the hell are you wasting my time?”

Leaning forward a bit, Dream’s tone became deadly serious, “On the contrary, I think you’ll want to hear this.” He paused, “Tubbo, pour me a shot.”

He nodded warily and passed him a glass. Dream tipped up his mask just enough to show his mouth, taking a sip, then tilting the liquor around in the glass. “So, Wilbur. You know him right?”

“What is this a joke? Of course I know him. ‘Stole his country from him and everything.” Schlatt motioned for another glass, Tubbo poured him another and wondered how someone could ever like a liquid so bitter. 

“He asked me for TNT a few days ago. He was willing to make a deal to blow up your country. Of course no hands shook but,” Dream leaned forwards. “Give me one reason why they shouldn’t. I think you’re well aware of how much TNT I possess.”

Schlatt was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth as if to say something. “....another, Tubbo.” He would have to break out another bottle at this rate, but didn’t protest. 

“I’m aware of that.” Schlatt narrowed his eyes, “but the solution to both parties is simple. All I need to know is what Wilbur offered you. I’m sure it's not money, you’re not lacking in that department.” 

“True,” Dream leaned back, seemingly getting more and more confident. “So what else do you have that would even interest me?”

“Answer my question.”

Dream stared at him for a moment, but he could have been looking anywhere, you couldn’t see his eyes. “He wanted to help him finish off Manberg. I can’t say no to destroying this place, it’s just so…” He paused, “Sapnap, what word am I looking for?”

“Annoying, cheap, backstabbing, troublesome, vexing-” 

“One would have been enough but yes.” Dream turned back to Schlatt, “It would benefit me and give me a long awaited satisfaction. Now remind me what you can offer?”

Schlatt smiled, “You three can leave now.”

Sapnap looked like he was about to put an arrow between his eyes and rolled his eyes and left when Dream told him it was okay. The three got up and left the room, sitting down just outside on benches.

Quackity sat next to Tubbo and patted him on the shoulder. “What do you think they’re talking about?”