Lover of Mine - Schlatt x OC

two - the past behind you

[12-27-20 / 1:27 am]

JSchlatt joined the game.

Tommyinnit: oi! vc2!

He joined Tommy's favorite voice chat and let out a groan of discomfort.

"What do you want, child? I was gonna go- you know what, I'm not gonna say anything else. What is it?" 

"Well uh..." Tommy said, softer than usual, in fear of the man on the other side of the call. He was afraid that if he said anything wrong, Schlatt would destroy something in the game. 

"Spit it out, Tommy. I haven't got all day."

"There was another woman on the server."

"hm?" Schlatt hummed in confusion.

"I think her name was like- Lacey or something. I don't know, I just know that I've never seen her before and she's also in the discord."

Schlatt sat up in his chair. 'A woman...' He thought. 'In this server?' 

"Schlatt please don't be mad-"

"Oh I'm not mad, Tommy. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that." 

"Schlatt please-"

"Tommy."

He hung up after 30 seconds of ominous silence. 

"I literally have nothing planned." he laughed to himself, thinking about how much he scared Tommy. And that was true, he didn't have anything planned. He wasn't going to do anything. He just wanted to mess with the boy a little before going back to work on his 'Manberg'. He had a lot of things planned for that. He was excited. "Chaos, here I come!"

Schlatt wasn't the most liked person in the Dream SMP, but he was still popular and rich, so he was fine with it. His right-hand man Alex, though, didn't absolutely love the thought of being hated. Poor Quackity had to do so many things that he didn't want to, but he always ended up having fun, and he was very intimidated by Schlatt, so he went with the big guy's shenanigans. 

Schlatt lived in Brooklyn, New York. Oh, what a place to live. He was fine with it, but sometimes it was nice to get away. He would often travel to places his friends lived, mainly just to hang out, but also to party sometimes. He always kept a bag packed with extra clothes and necessities just in case. He lived in an apartment, but it was pretty small. He owned an SUV that he converted into a mini camper. It had 3 rows of seats, but he took out the last two rows and put a twin-sized mattress and a box of things like sheets and extra water. He had one of those newer SUVs that had built-in wifi so that he could do things on the go, and not have to worry about not having wifi. He was good at planning but loved doing things on a whim. It always gave him a sense of satisfaction and adrenaline when he would spontaneously leave the house for a few weeks and tour the states for a while. He enjoyed it. 

His fans hated it. 

When he was out traveling, all he could bring with him was a laptop. It wasn't the best laptop, either. The camera would cut out and freeze every 5 minutes, and he could never keep a steady connection to twitch. It made for funny content, though. The camera always froze while Schlatt was making a stupid face, or the mic would cut out while he was saying something loud or serious. Always in the worst times. But other than that, he had a good life. He enjoyed it. 

Oh wait.

The one thing that he actually did want?

A soulmate.  

He wanted to travel the world with his 'person'. He wanted to spend his nights holding them. He desperately wanted someone, just one person, all to himself. 

But he knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon, so he continued to wander aimlessly around the U.S. in his SUV, waiting, wishing, for that one person to come along.

Schlatt snapped back into reality. It had been 10 minutes.

He looked up from his chair to his desktop. He had a bunch of discord messages from Tommy and the group chat. The SMP server chat also had a lot of unread messages. He read them and realized that it hadn't been only a few minutes, it had been an hour. He got up from his chair but typed in a quick "I'm ok, ill just brb" to the chat beforehand. He was thankful he wasn't streaming that night, otherwise, that would have been a disaster. He wiped his dry eyes and walked towards his front door, from which someone had knocked, waking him up from his daydream. He looked the delivery boy up and down, slowly realizing that he ordered food a few hours ago. "You're late." he grumbled to the greasy-looking kid. The kid hands him a bag and a receipt.  Schlatt sighs and signs the receipt before handing it back with a few one-dollar bills and closing the door. "McDonald's at 1 am. Nice." he mumbles to himself, as he walks back into his room, bag in hand. He puts the cardboard coloured bag on his side table and sits back in his beat-up chair. He was going to pull another all-nighter today. He had a lot to do.

Tomorrow is a big day. 

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