'Schlatt?' Tommy's voice echoed in the many empty halls of the White House. 'What is it?' The man was drunk again. Probably to stop thinking about Wilbur. 'Wilbur- he...' Tommy could barely think about it, let alone say it out loud. 'He didn't make it Schlatt... Bad said if I had gotten there earlier he could've saved him but-' he was cut off by the ram hybrid muttering and ranting to himself. Now he knew where Will got it from- 'of course he's dead- and it's all my fault. If I hadn't held Tommy up and been such a stuck up bitch, Wilby would still be here. I- I could've hugged him. I could've unbanned him like I wanted to- it's all my fault! Everything is! Tommy couldn't bear to listen to Schlatt degrade himself like that, partially because he did it to himself and partially because it made him remember Wilbur's last rant. Tommy just- hugged him. Leaned over him and put his arms around the man's chest. He could hear Schlatt start to cry. 'Shhhh. Shhhhh. It's okay-' Tommy started drawing circles on his back, just as Wilbur had when Tommy had a panic attack.
A few minutes went by and Tommy couldn't stop thinking about the aruements and what he's said to Tubbo. The words replayed in his head- murderer... Dead to me! I hate you!- 'h... hey Schlatt?' Tommy begun. Schlatt lifted his head from the dark oak wood desk. 'Do you know where Tubbo is? I wanna say sorry-' the president seemed nervous all of a sudden. Like he was looking for an excuse... 't.. Tubbo?- He's.. He's asleep. Yeah! He's asleep r... right now!' Jschlatt stuttered, his eyes flitting from thing to thing. 'Oh- okay then...' Tommy said as he turned to walk out the door. 'Bye Schlatt.'
'Bye-'
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FanfictionFlowers and Forests. Independace and love. Death and hate- L'manburg's once proud rulers reduced to bickering teens. Who knows what will happen when Schlatt gets power. //TW// Abuse, manipulation, major character death, swearing
