The rain was pouring as a hooded figure was seen at the front steps of the President's house with an object in their arms, a box. The figure sits the box in front of the steps and opens it to give a simple kiss and short words towards whatever was inside the box before closing the box once more.
Just as the figure was about to knock on the door, pain struck their back. An arrow. The figure gasps in pain. A noise is made within the box but quickly shushed by the figure as they get up and press a note onto the box.
The figure now runs and stumbles back into the woods, their hood falling revealing a female with red eyes, brown hair, and pale skin with little patches of black and purple skin. She continues to run as she hears the footsteps following her. Alas, she trips on a log and turns in fear at her attacker who raises a sword above her. Death consumes her quickly.
The President wakes up to a loud shrieking scream. He grumbles as he gets up and staggers to his front door.
The door opens with force and hits the box causing it to fall off the step and onto the floor. A cry is then let out.
Schlatt stands there shocked. A baby? An actual baby? Painful memories spike his brain- a big regret that's covered up in the insane amounts of alcohol and one night stands.
Another shriek comes from the box, bringing the man back to the situation at hand. "Shit" he mutters while quickly scooping the box up and turns to walk back inside.
The door shuts with a huff and he quickly picks the child up out of the box. Not a baby. Definitely not a baby. The child looks to be about one or two years old.
The child quickly settled and fell asleep, most likely to the warmth. Schlatt ran a hand over his mouth and tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
Right... He's got a baby- no, a child... that was left on his doorstep...in the middle of the night...with no note?
He looked back at the sleeping child and then the box. A note.
Okay so there is a note. Let's read it now idiot.
Schlatt picks up the folded paper and begins reading.
~The Note~
This wasn't an easy choice, being that I gave birth to such an adorable soul, but my village has grown afraid at what I birthed. Claiming she is a monster- the devil's spawn. But she is my beautiful baby girl who was born innocent in a village raised evil and cold to things unknown to them.
I've tried to reason with them, tell them none of their thoughts are true, but they don't listen. The only mercy they allowed me for was to have her and raise her till she reached age 5.
So here I have it, being forced to give up my pride and joy so that she can live to see another day. You may try and search for me...but I will most likely be hanged for not coming forth with my child so that they could get rid of what they believed to be an abomination.
Please have it in your heart and soul to take care of my precious baby girl, give her the things I couldn't and never will be able to give her. I pray that she will live to be old and wise, and have such a great and wonderful life that I, sadly, could not give her.
- Anonymous
Okay so not one or two. Five. She's five- shit she's small. Ha- short stacks.
Scanning over the note once more he starts to feel hints of anger and understandment.
Anger for the village for being such assholes to want to do this to an innocent child. He swore to himself that if he finds out the name of this village...he will burn it all down with no shame nor remorse.
Understandment for having to give a child up for events out of their control.
Schlatt looks at the sleeping child and takes in her facial features.
She's got brown hair, light pink skin with small patches of purple and black skin. She's also got little horns growing on her head- only stumps for now.
"I guess I have to take care of you know kiddo. Not like I really want to-"
He starts to ramble but stops once her eyes slowly open. Bright red eyes, almost like rubies. A smile slowly forms to his lips as he picks her up and walks to his room.
She needs warmer clothes. He might have something if he looks hard enough...
Schlatt sits the little girl on his bed and starts looking around in his closet. As he looks he starts thinking more about what's going to happen. He definitely can't drink as much as he used to- and no more one night stands, that's for sure.
An old old box meets his gaze. Tubbo's.
Fuck.
Quickly Schlatt grabs the box and grabs a random shirt and shorts before handing them to the little girl who for some reason hasn't said a word.
"Put those on...I won't look." His voice is gruff. Hopefully that doesn't scare her.
She lets out a simple noise after a few minutes and he looks. Fuck.
Almost like a glitch, his son appears next to her, wearing the same clothes- but with a big smile and his little bee plush. He knows it's not real. He knows he's gone. He knows he knows he knows.
When he comes to, he's crying while hugging the girl. She's tensed up. Gee I wonder why idiot.
He pulls away instantly and mutters "sorry, here lay down and sleep. We'll talk more in the morning." before quickly walking out of his room and into the living room.
What the hell has he gotten himself into.
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A Second Chance
FanfictionSchlatt is given a second chance at being a father after he made a regrettable decision years ago. He has no idea what he's doing- but so far he's doing good. They share one big similar thing, they're both part Ram. Which helps them bond almost imm...
