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anyways yuh
Schlatt and tubbo were sound asleep on the couch. A loud knocking came from the door. This woke tubbo up. The small teenager waddled sleepily over to the front door and opened it. "Eyyyyy big man sch- oh. Who are you?" the small gremlin man stood in the doorway. Tubbo ran over to Schlatt to try and wake him up. "What the fuck tubbo?" Schlatt said angrily. "D-door!" The small bee boy stuttered. "Schlatt who's this kid?" the gremlin man questioned. "I-it's my son." Schlatt murmured. "Woah so we have a son now?" the gremlin man stood in awe. "Hey! Lil kiddo. I'm your dad, quackity." tubbos lip quivered. "Alex- go please." Schlatt said pushing his fingers through his hair. Quackity waddled away. Schlatt slammed the door. It was 2 am but Schlatt decided to grab a beer out of their crusty musty fridge they had kept everything in, mostly beer.
Tubbo tugged schlatts shirt. "What?" Schlatt patted tubbos head. "Was that man my dad?" tubbo stuttered. "Well uhh yes." Schlatt rubbed tubbos back as he started crying.
"It's a lot to take in to be honest." Schlatt felt guilty. Schlatt was the president of a terrible nation and he was busy but tubbo took it in lightly, he has never took it in as terrible as this. Schlatt was amazing at comforting tubbo but no one else. "Did you have the s word?" tubbo never swore or said anything inappropriate so he shortened it so Schlatt would understand. Schlatt nodded in disrespect. "So that's why you sent me to phils." tubbo sighed. There was another loud knock on the door. It was quackity. "Big man?" he said in a Mexican accent. "What now Alex?" Schlatt groaned. "Again? ;)" quackity said undoing his top button of his shirt covered in drugs. Schlatt pushed quackity out of doorway. "I have a lot better things to do Alex." Schlatt slammed the door in his face. "Cmon let's get you to bed." Schlatt carried tubbo into his bedroom and covered him with his bee blanket and placed his bee beside him. Schlatt kissed tubbos forehead and headed to bed with a bottle of beer on his bedside table.
