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juliet doesnt need romeo - jschlatt & quackity

- warnings
> angst
> swearing
> very slight implied abuse

!!NOT A SHIP FIC!!

we're speedrunning,, 820 reads pog??? also,, i might be slowing down the upload pace from one chapter a day, as im running low on ideas (pls send ideas even if it's just a person you want to see)

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The tall suit clad man stands, his brown hair swaying slightly in the wind, the flow stunted slightly by the two ram horns protruding from the sides of his head.

He glances down at the bottle in his hand, which is the cause of the awful alcoholic stench that sticks with him wherever he goes.

Schlatt curses as he sees the small amount of liquid left in the bottle, but lifts it to his lips and lets the alcohol burn his throat on the way down.

He grins, even with the taste stuck in his mouth, letting the bottle hang limp at his side he looks out over the land that he controls, as the president, of this country.

Granted, he didn't have the best start to his presidency in everyone's eyes, exiling Tommy and Wilbur was a bold move, and one that he made very early.

But, it's been quite a while since he was elected, but he liked to come up the the stage, just to look at how far everything's progressed, all because of him.

He stares out, looking at all the new buildings and structures that have risen over the past weeks, as he thinks of new ways to scam everyone of their own things.

As Schlatt schemes, he doesn't hear the heavy pounding of footsteps crack against the wooden platform, stopping right behind him.

The man wearing a dark blue hoodie, with a blue beanie to match, stalks through the grass, trying to make his breathing even as he walks from the grassy area to the steps leading to the platform.

With the little confidence he can muster, and his slightly uneven breathing, he walks over to Schlatt, the pounding of his footsteps not grabbing the attention of the president, but his next words do.

"I quit Schlatt, I don't want to work for you any longer."

The said man suddenly turns around, the voice of Quackity slightly scaring him with the sudden appearance, it takes him a couple seconds to recover and realise what he said.

"What the fuck do you mean?" He growls, he doesn't like to be pranked, and if this was some elaborate prank to ridicule him, Schlatt was going to be royally pissed.

"Are you dumb? I said I'm quitting! I don't want to work for a shitty president!" He yells out at him.

Quackity looks like he's going to punch Schlatt, but also burst out crying. His normal suit, that he was forced to wear by Schlatt has been replaced by his casual wear.

His face is slightly tinted red with anger, the fists clenched by his side prove that, and the fact that he looks like he is about to slug him in the face.

"I don't think so Quackity." Schlatt walks closer to the other man, only stumbling slightly because of the alcohol in his stystem.

"You can't live without me, I control you, and you can't do shit about it, I'm the president."

Schlatt stalks foreward, the arm holding the bottle getting dangerously close to a position about to hit someone, but the other man stands tall, despite the trembling in his legs.