#dad!schlatt

Japan Blurb

been watching the schlatt japan vlogs and suddenly i wrote this...

Aurora loved Japan, her and her dad went almost every year and it was always something she looked forward to. While she disliked how he had to film during trips, it didn't put a damper on them since usually there was one full day where she got to pick what they did.

"Jack this is Aurora, Aurora this is Jack" Schlatt introduces them. Aurora had heard about Jack, he was the British one that her dad did streams with some times.

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it was it’s actually one of my comfort videos and i rewatch it when im ovulating and have baby fever :)

Orphanage story w/ Tubbo

This is just a snippet-

“No one will want you Tobias. Your face? You’re horribly disfigured. No parent- much less the emperors who are looking for a child would want. They have an image to uphold. Off to bed. You will be bathed like everyone else but don’t even think for a second you will be receiving a new uniform. We’re not wasting the funds on the likes of you.”

The urge to not cry hurt- litterally. The burned side of my face almost never produced tears, my tear ducts were damaged in the fire that took my daddy, and almost killed myself too. My daddy was a mean man named Schlatt. Daddy liked to drink, when he drank he became drunk. When he became drunk he would be reckless. Just like the night our cabin burned to the ground. Daddy was sitting on the back porch drinking and smoking, he managed to fall asleep with a cigar in his mouth. Said cigar fell onto the wooden porch and quickly lit fire, the winter air not even slowing how fast the cabin went up.

Daddy loved me, I knew that. I knew that when he came stumbling back into the lit cabin, screaming for me. Begging for me to be alive still. He was horribly burned- his chestnut hair was almost all gone, his pale skin was charred in so many places… yet he still tried to save me. Pulling me from our burning home and throwing me into the fresh powder outside. The last thing I remember is him cradling me to him, he was sobbing. Apologizing for everything he had done wrong, everything.

“Da…ddys so sorry Tubbo… it’s all my fault, I wish I had been a better daddy to you. I’m sorry. I’m… it’s so cold Tubbo, why? Why does it hurt so much? I’m sorry my little lamb.” It had been so long since he called me that… “I- love… you.”

He died shortly after, losing consciousness from the pain. The fading warmth was what kept me alive until cabins and houses close enough finally saw the fire. They found me laying on my fathers charred remains, screaming for him to wake up.

“Daddy! Wake up! Daddy please! I-I’m scared! Daddy! Don’t go please! Don’t leave me like mommy left- I-I don’t wanna be alone daddy please!”

Gotta shout out Ellebow for writing half of this :) Phil looked up from his lunch, turning towards WIlbur, who was washing Tommy's bottles, "is tommy here?"

Wilbur shrugged, "no, hes playing with tubbo"

"oh. where?" The older picked at his sandwich, taking the pickles out and eating them seperately.

Wilbur finally looked up from his task, turning towards the dining table, "the southside apartments"

"there?? really??" The blonde sneered.

"what?" The younger sighed.

Phil turned to look at his nails, picking off a piece of his index finger's nail, "i mean. i just cant believe you let him go there, what with all his sickness and whatnot. i thought you were paranoid"

"Well - Schlatt's watching the boys, and he knows." Wilbur stutters, looking nervous, "He knows that it needs to get kept clean. I trust Schlatt."

"ha. schlatt? that dope cant even keep track of his women, let alone children. youre an idiot for trusting him" Wilbur's father didn't even spare him a glance, insulting his best friend, and taking a bite of his food as if he said nothing. The way the words flow out of his mouth, it is almost lighthearted, a tease.

Wilbur tightens his grip on the bottle cap he was drying.

He jabs back, "i trust schlatt with my life"

Phil just scoffs, turning to take another bite, "i guess you dont value your life all too much" he jeers under his breath.

"At least he was here, unlikes some of us." Wilbur grunts, looking his father in his crystal blue eyes, a moment of bravery.

Phil only pointed at Wilbur with his fork, not sensing anything serious, "You offered to keep Tommy, I would've taken him."

"You would've killed him." The brunette growls.

(and this is the stage where Wilbur is still scared of Phil)

Phil looks at Wilbur harshly, lowly he threatens, "What was that?"