Blue Looks Better on Flowers- Schlatt x Quackity

20~Tubbo

heheheh hahahah I love my life 

I just drank a sweaty comperes son. those shiny juice things. do ya'll know what I'm talking about? The compare sons? Compress? Compreist? The priests sons? I'm looking it up.
Caprisun. Why the fuck is it spelled like that? I prefer the priests sons. It'd go like this, "I just drank 32 of the priests sons." okay lets actually get to the story.  

TW/CW: ED (Eating Disorder)

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I blink steadily, waking myself back up. I must've dozed off. I glance up at Schlatt to see he's also out cold, snoring above me. We must've both dozed off. I stretch, rolling over so I'm facing Schlatt, burying my face into his chest, wrapping my arms around him. I feel him hugging me back, putting his face on my shoulder, holding me. 

      "Goodmorning." His low raspy morning voice was right next to my ear.
     "Goodmorning." I giggle slightly, giving him a warm and loving smile. He gives me a quick kiss on the lips and looks at me again.
     "Shit... I need to pick up Tubbo..." Schlatt lays his head back down on the pillow.
     "Oh? Could I maybe go with?" I give a sweet smile, us still holding each other.
     "I suppose..." He rolls his eyes playfully.
     "We should probably get ready." I look up at him.
     "I suppose." He lets a fake long sigh. I smile, giving him a quick kiss before rolling off the couch, smacking my face on the hardwood floor.

     "You're fucking stupid." He laughs, getting up from the couch to check if I was fine. Which I was.
     "It worked, did it not?" I stand back up, dusting my clothes off.
    "Fuck... I'm still wearing my bloody clothes..." I look at my red clothes.
     "Shit... I totally forgot about that." Schlatt glances around the room, seeing the blood.
     "Oh... oh my god..." He looks like he's going to throw up as he sees the bloody smear marks from where I had tried to run, but got dragged back.

My body begins shaking again as I remember that night. I put my hand over my mouth in disgust. 
     "Holy shit..." He finally says breaking the silence.
     "How about I stay home to... clean up..." I look up at him, him still with his hands covering his mouth, looking like he was going to throw up from the sheer amount of blood.
     "Good idea." He mumbles under his breath, turning towards the door.
     "Wait before you go." I look up at him.
     "Hm?" He turns back around. I quickly grab his face, placing a kiss on his lips. He smiles and puts his hands in his pockets, looking for his keys. 

     "Aw shit... where are my keys?" He mumbles, patting his pockets, looking for them.
      "Counter." I answer, looking at the carpet.
     "Thanks!" I hear him scream from the other room.
     "Be back soon!" He yells out, opening the front door. 

I feel the dried blood on the white carpet, it being a red-brown color.
     "Man... I kinda liked that carpet." I say under my breath, grabbing the carpet, rolling it up. I'll just put it in the closet. I look around at the different smear marks, there being multiple small ones and one huge one. I place my hand on the mark, it beginning to flake off. 

That's when I found something horrific. My phone.

I quickly drop everything I had been doing, running towards my phone. I try to power it on, panicking.
     "God damn it, it's dead." I mumble, looking at the dried blood. I'll clean it later.  I slide my phone in my pocket, putting the coffee table over the mark. I look up, looking over the room for any marks.

I went around the house, making sure no blood marks were seen, except for the closet, the closet was a different story. I had plugged in my phone, changed clothes into this blue sweater I found in the closet.