💫MCYT One-Shots💫

☁️Return of lost love. (QuackityxSchlatt)☁️

⚠️CW/TW: mentions of Alcohol, talking about death, mentions of smoking. Etc⚠️

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♠️Quackity's POV♦️

My romantic relationships never seemed to end up going or-...ending right as I should say.

First it was the Queen himself of Pride kingdom. Eret and I had a more private relationship all the way up to the point of being fiancés and even planned on being married the day of the first election of L'manburg but it was entirely my fault on why we didn't go through with it. They seem to still hold a grudge against me on it and I honestly don't blame her. I still feel bad for it....slightly.

The second relationship was when I was standing as Vice President of Manburg side by side with my then second fiancé, President JSchlatt. What can I say? I like the ones that have control and seem to know what they want with their life. It definitely put a pain in my heart when Schlatt ended the relationship by having a fatal heart attack and died on the floor of the old drug van. Sure, I'll admit it, Schlatt wasn't the best guys out there on the SMP but if you'd ask me who I'd choose to run to I would pick him in a heartbeat.

Haha heartbeat, get it?

Finally my third relationship and what will hopefully be my last is between Sapnap, Karl Jacobs, and I. When the three of us first got together things were going great. I got the attention and love I wanted times two and then I got to give some back to the two of them in return. But of course my relationships never go well and things started going down hill rather rapidly. Karl began to have memory issues from something that Sapnap and I are unsure of still and due to that Sapnap started to become distant under the stress of Karl's confusion. I on the other hand tried tending to El Rapids while also preparing to ask the two if they wanted to marry me. I just kinda hoped that it would bring the three of us back together again.

I didn't even get the chance to propose to the two as the day I was going to Sapnap, Karl, and George made a new nation without me. Kinoko Kingdom I believe is what they call it but I couldn't care less though. I took it as the universe telling me that I should stop trying with others and go back to what I originally wanted to do with my life. So here I was now, the founder of Las Navadas with my friend Charlie Slimesicle leading beside me. El Rapids had been burned to the ground and I cut any and all contact with Sapnap and Karl. If Karl forgets about me then so be it I guess, there's no turning back now.

I'll admit though, it's a little depressing not having someone there on the other side of the bed to say good morning to and it's definitely a little depressing that your only friend is a slime trying it's best to mimic a player. I'll give Charlie some props though, he does try his best and does pretty damn well.

So here I am now, I was taking a break from my stacks of paperwork and was walking down one of the main pathways in Las Navadas. I just need a break from things. It's always good to take breaks when needed right?

"Where are you going Quackity from Las Navadas?" Charlie's voice sounded from behind me.

I turned to face him before answering bluntly, "Out. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. If anyone asks for me just tell them to wait until later and if it's an emergency then they can just message me directly"

He nods before flashing me his famous smile as he waved, "Alright Quackity from Las Navadas! I'll see you soon!"

I waved back with a light smile before stuffing my hands into the pockets of my jeans before continuing on down the path, exiting Las Navadas. I didn't have a destination in mind so I just let my legs lead the way. I knew everywhere pretty well and can easily find my way back so I have no worries of getting lost. My body led me through a small forest before somehow the grass under me turned into wooden oak planks as I stepped onto some of the remaining paths of Prime Path. I looked around to see where I led myself to, noticing that I was walking down the path to the old L'manburg podium that's forever in shambles.

Why did I walk here of all places?

Well I was here now, might as well walk around and look at the old buildings. I wasn't worried about running into anyone as no one liked being around this place, not to mention that now it was basically a ghost town. To add to it, Schlatt's grave resided here and as demonstrated on his death day, no one liked him enough to really visit.

Speaking of which maybe I should go pay a visit. After all, the last time I was there I ate his heart. I regret it still to this day but what can I say? Love makes you do some bad-shit-crazy things. Schlatt would probably slap me and call me a crazy son of a bitch and just the thought of that almost makes me laugh. Or maybe cry? I don't really have a clue.

Soon I walked to the tomb that was bare. No flowers in remembrance or pictures of Schlatt. The only thing that marked the tomb as his is the one Schlatt coin and an old shredded Manburg flag that rested on top of it. It was a sad sight to see if you separate the actions the man had done before ending up in the box. I walked closer and rested my hand on the top of the cold and dusty stone box.

"It's weird not hearing your voice when I'm right next to you," I said, speaking out as if I'd get a response, "You sure were a talkative one. I almost miss it."

I fell quiet as I looked at the flag, running my hand along it to wipe off the collected dirt from over the years. It was obvious no one cared to stop by and take care of the tomb. Maybe I'll take that responsibility up.

"Of course you of all people call me talkative," A voice sounded from behind me, a painfully familiar one.

I froze, scared to move or look over to the voice. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was hearing shit but soon that idea was shot down as a tall figure stood next to me and placed their ghost like hand on top of mine. Their hand was full of rings, all of which I recognized.

Finally growing some courage I turned and looked up to see who the figure was. I looked over his face. All the way from his amber, almost red eyes to his chestnut lamp chops. Sure enough it was the ghost of the man that was in the grave.

J-Fucking-Schlatt.

He raised his hand up and cupped my cheek as his eyes scanned over my face. His thumb traced along the old scar that was given to me by TechnoBlade the day of the failed execution. I definitely looked different then the last time he saw me.

Maybe he didn't like my change? Or he doesn't think I look as good as I did before? The silence from him is killing me so much that I had to glance away from him.

Soon his over hand moved up so my face was completely cupped in his hands as he forced me to look back at him, "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." He mutters softly.

Those words hit me hard as I glanced back up at him. Boy, did I miss this man. I stood on my toes and planted a kiss on his lips.

"I love you Schlatt. Always have"

"Feelings are mutual Sugar Pumpkin."

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