symphony - dream smp au

seven

"da- schlatt," i asked, before i was about to leave. he turned back to me, raising an eyebrow.

"why don't you leave here? why don't you come to l'manburg with me?"

"you do realize i'm some sort of villan there"

"but- wilbur, ghostbur. he's still around"

"i'm not ghostbur, i'm glatt," he gives a small chuckle at the name. "he's loved, i'm not"

"why don't you try?"

"ivy, no"

i sat along one of the community house docks, staring down at my reflection in the water. i was rarely met with my reflection, it baffled me. i seemed to be unknown of my own appearence.

horns. just like schlatt. more prominent than i remember, even i forgetting i had them. my darker hair lied free, varying in length, as front strands were much shorter than those in the back.

i wasn't wearing the dark green zip up hoodie i always worn, been with me for as long as i can remember. niki took it, telling me she'd give it a good clean and sew up some of the rips and tears. it was covered in blood after all.

she gave me a light blue jacket for the meantime, it was comfortable but part of me felt off.

i wouldn't know what to do without niki, she was a motherly figure to me. always making sure i'm alright and doing small favors for me.

a hand meets my back, a figure sitting next to me. "hey"

"what're you doing here- you told me you wouldn't come?"

"i thought i'd give it a try" he tells me, his legs hanging over the edge of the dock. i smile, is he doing this for me?

we have some small talk, talking about l'manburg and the events of the red banquet, since i never ended up telling him what happened.

i hear footsteps along the dock, eventually coming to a stop. i look towards to steps, met with tubbos stare.

"hi tubbo" i say, receiving an odd look from the boy. schlatt turns, met with the boy too.

"what're you doing?"

"i- i was going to the nether"

"oh cool, what do you need there?" i ask, trying not to worry the boy. i know how he is with schlatt. he was practically executed by, his own father.

"gold, for michael"

"michael?" schlatt speaks up, still looking towards the boy.

"i'm going to, be on my way now" tubbo announces, continuing past us on the path. i watch as he continues, glancing back to us once or twice.

"who's michael?" schlatt asks me, looking down at the water below us. "his son"

schlatt looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine. he was an intimidating man.

"he has a son? so- im a grandpa? fuck i'm that old" he gives a small chuckle.

"well yeah, i guess i'm an aunt too"

schlatt decides to head back home, leaving me to trail about l'manburg. once again the town was quiet, not many people out and about.

tommy grabs my arm, pulling me aside. "why the fuck would you invite schlatt here?"

"what- because"

"because why?" he looks at me like im insane, his grip still on my wrist.

"he's my father tommy"

"do you realize what he's done? he executed tubbo- he practically lead wilbur to blowing up l'manburg!"

"he's no longer like that tommy-"

"you're no longer who i thought you were" he lets go of my wrist.

"what the hell are you talking about?"

"schlatts fucking brainwashed you or something- making you believe he fucking cares"

"because he does tommy"

tommy seems to gaze off, i turn to see quackity a bit further away looking at the two of us. tommy motions for quackity to come over, joining the conversation.

"hi?"

"tell me why the fuck schlatt was in l'manburg today" tommy says, looking between the two of us.

"what? what the hell" quackity looks at me.

"are you kidding me? i know he was this villain, but he's over that. he just wants to live. he's my father, he genuinely cares. he has a grandson! michael!" i state, quackity gives me a worried look. tommy looks confused, then his expression seems to fade. as if he put two and two together.

"if he isn't welcomed here, then i guess i'm not either"

"ivy- don't say that" tommy tells me.

"if you guys really fucking cared about me, then maybe you'd want me to be happy. after everything i've done for us- you still can't do anything for me"