𝐛 𝐫 𝐨 𝐤 𝐞 𝐧 || 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎 || 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

"Karl, I'll meet you later, yeah?" Important business was to be held. It seemed a lot of it was due to the election in a few days. Someone... New, rather, returned once again and it was time to make a deal.

"Mhm, see ya Quackity!" Normally, Karl and Quackity would spend the evenings together, doing whatever it is that sounded interesting, it was the highlight of their days. But today was different. Today the highlight wouldn't happen in full as Quackity had to head to a meeting with a person he's grown quite fond with. 

Schlatt.

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Three raps on the door. Just the exact number that the two had agreed on for him to knock. Schlatt brought his hand up to his mouth to smell his breath. It was pungent with the smell of alcohol, beer to be exact. He could care less as there was a half empty bottle filled with the toxic liquid in his hands lazily moving around with his every step, cigar in the other hand. The basement was full of shards of glass on the floor, a couple dried blood spots here and there, but really his favorite part was the fridge full of his favorite poison. As if those thoughts were happy ones, he smiled at the memories of the basement, pleased with himself walking through the images in his mind as he walked up the stairs. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but it made him overly happy, way too pleased to be considered "normal".

He opened the door to a young, short man with raven hair covered with the usual beanie. A soon to be business partner, or so they supposed. "Quackity! Welcome, welcome, please come right on in, I've been waiting!" 

Quackity could smell the alcohol right away, already disappointed but shook it off quickly, entering the house, hopefully not entering into a house with a bad drunk Schlatt, not this time at least. "Schlatt, have you even given thought about the election and what I proposed to you? At all?" 

All the taller man did was pout, saying 'you seriously doubt me' without words. "Sugar pumpkin, I may be drunk half the time, but I can manage business quite well. It's been a while since I've made an appearance in the city and I think this is my perfect opportunity."

"Look, Schlatt, I'm not here for any small talk, I want to get straight to the point."

Schlatt laughed at his "bravery" or mask of confidence as he likes to call it. He'll let the shorter think he has some kind of control, but oh, how that confidence and control could be easily stripped away from him at any given time. And maybe, this was the time.

"You're funny, Quackity, you know that? You're hilarious, you make me laugh so much." All Quackity did was stare back at him, confusion glazing his eyes. "But forget what I said. Let's get to the 'point.' Yes, I will accept what you propose."

"Sounds like a deal to me."

"Ah ah ah, but on one condition." Quackity sat right back down into his chair, the sudden hope completely vanished. You never knew what to expect with Schlatt.

"I will be the one to lead and-"

"What? No. No no no, you can't just do that!" 

"Let me finish." He rolled his eyes at the younger, irritated that he couldn't keep his mouth shut for once. Alcohol always helped in every situation, whether it be annoying, angering, sad, whatever it is, and in a matter of seconds the rest of the liquid in the tinted bottle was gone. Schlatt launched it at the wall, mere inches next to Quackity, the shattering of glass filling the room instantly. Quackity widened his eyes a little shocked as he looked at the shards of glass beneath him processing Schlatt's actions.

"Now that we're quiet, I can finish. Yes, we will combine votes, and no, you will not take lead. I will be president and you my vice president. Besides, I'm better with leading anyways, I've had practice." It seemed he was trying to end this conversation as soon as he could, or maybe it was the alcohol in him, making his speech faster.