MCYT ONESHOTS

-Daddy?-

Hesitantly, Schlatt creaked the door open. An angry blond goat hybrid stood on the opposite end of the door, holding a bundle of blankets in her arms.

"Brooklyn?" Schlatt squeaked out, fear covering his every move.

She grabbed the door, pushing it into Schlatt. "I never asked for this. I never wanted this." She shoved the bundle of blankets into Schlatt's arms, a baby's cry sounding.

Schlatt's eyes widened as he looked down to see what was in the bundle. He swallowed hard, feeling his heart beat speed up and pins harshly in his chest. It was a baby. A baby goat hybrid as himself and Brooklyn. Was this his child. . ?

"I'm not going to deal with your mistakes, Schlatt. I could care less what you do with it. I have a life to live and I'm not going to let some baby ruin it." Brooklyn did the honors of shutting the door on Schlatt before he could retaliate.

Schlatt stood frozen, footsteps approaching from behind. Slowly, he looked back to his father.

He had never been so petrified.

—

  Schlatt's eyes fluttered between open and closed, trying his best to stay awake as he walked down the sidewalk, a small hand clenching his index finger.

  The hand tugged him back, causing Schlatt to nearly lose his balance as he looked back at the boy. "What is it, Tubbo?"

  The small goat hybrid boy had his free hand on the glass of a shop, looking in at whatever was on display. His eyes sparkled with curiosity.

  Schlatt sighed as he looked into the window. A bee plushy. It wasn't abnormal for Tubbo to see something related to bees and become excited.

  They didn't have much, Tubbo lacking many toys that other kids had. He had a coloring book and a few action figures, and Schlatt recently got him a shape and color learning block toy.

  This was the first time Tubbo had sparked an interest in a toy that wasn't his.

  Schlatt picked the boy up with a soft grunt. "I'm sorry, Tubs. I don't have the money right now. Maybe Santa will get it for you."

  Tubbo smiled. "Santa is nice."

  "Yeah he is. Let's get home now." Schlatt said as he turned and continued down the street.

  Schlatt's eyes drifted to the park across the street where a man and his three sons sat. The oldest two he had guessed were twins, and the youngest had to be the same age as Tubbo, but his personality contradicted his son's. A bright boy he was. They were having a picnic, all giggly and happy together.

  Schlatt always caught a glimpse of them while walking home with Tubbo from daycare. They always seemed like a happy family, and that man seemed to handle them all so well. They always made eye contact too, so Schlatt knew this man knew of his existence.

  Maybe Tubbo would have a better life with them.

—

  Christmas.

  Christmas had always been rough of Schlatt. The past three years had been rough in general. He was forced to move out and become a single dad at seventeen, no job or money to get started. No help whatsoever. He was lucky to have scored the apartment he had.

  Last Christmas all he was able to afford for Tubbo was a few new clothes. The kid didn't fully understand what was going on around him so it wasn't like it mattered, but now he was three. Tubbo was more conscious of the world around him and was probably expecting something more. It was Christmas and Schlatt hyped it up all year. Maybe Santa will get you this, don't do that Santa might put you on the naughty list.