SchlattBur Oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

Broken Hand (Pt. 3)

You ask, you shall receive

3rd Person P.O.V

It was the next morning, Schlatt slowly woke up to the sound of cursing coming from down the hall.

Slowly, he got up and went to investigate. He was met with a struggling Wilbur trying to make something on the stove.

Schlatt walked up behind Wilbur and hugged him by his waist.

He felt Wil flinch and tense up, which was a tiny bit concerning, but then again not, because Wil didnt know he came in or was behind him.

Wilbur looked behind him and immediately relaxed, seeing Schlatt there.

"Oh, hello love!" He exclaimed;

"Hello Wil, I know your mot trying to cook anything with that broken hand of yours."

"Well, um, yeah about that-"

"What are you trying to cook?" Schlatt asked.

"Um, well I was trying to make pancakes for you but it proved to be a bit difficult I guess" He awkwardly laughed.

"Here, let me help you" Schlatt unhooked his arms from Wilbur's waist and grabbed the handle of the pan, flipping the pancake.

"Could you grab me a plate babe?"

"Sure!" Wilbur replied, grabbing a plate from the cabinet. Schlatt thanked him once the plate was set down and put the first pancake on the plate.

•~•

After some time, there was a stack on the plate and Wil and Schlatt were eating.

"So, why'd you decide to make breakfast?" Schlatt asked.

"Well, I wanted to do something for you since you've been dealing with me lately, and you also got hurt because of me."

Schlatt rememberd the slight pain he still felt in his back.

"Its fine Wil, your hurting so its basic human decency to help." Schlatt replied a bit jokingly, and his goal worked, seeing as Wilbur laughed a bit at that.

Sorry its not that long, also this is the last part of this one, as I want to do some other ideas I have, I'm glad yall like this so far!!