He forgot about me, didn't he

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I guess you could say there was nothing, but then there would be something. Everyone has their own personal limbo, but for Jschlatt, this was more hell.
Although he could talk to Wilbur, he knew Wilbur saw him somewhere else, as he did with Wilbur.
For Jschlatt, it was a highway. Nighttime, but clouds covered the stars. Cold, not even heat from the infinite cars that drove past, their red and white lights hurting his eyes.
He walked, a bear of whiskey in one hand, a lighter and a cigarette in the other. The whiskey did not warm him, it just burned. The cigarette did not relieve him, it just suffocated him. But as he walked, he used them both, plentiful. He caused himself his own hell, he had tried walking infront of the cars, but he'd end up right back where he was.
He walked so long, but the scenery never changed, no bridge for shelter, no gas station for warmth, just a never ending concrete river.
He was also, always, hungry, the whiskey never helped, it made him tired. All he could smell was the fumes of the cars polluting the fake atmosphere, which seemed to actually be the cause for the clouds, but even that made him drool in hunger.
He knew why he was here, he had been here for 12 years, he had had time to think.
Everything here, it was telling him about who he was. He brought this upon himself, he could stop walking, he could stop drinking, he could stop smoking, the cars could stop driving, but they never did, causing more and more harm as time went by.
But unlike the real world, this wouldn't end in death, this was forever.
"Hey Wilbur" He coughed, feeling a presence around him.
"Hey Schlatt" The response was echoey, he sounded inside. They had talked about it before, apparently he was in a train station.
"Got any news from those TV screens of yours?" He sighed, knowing it was going to be the same old shit as always. Wilbur had told him of screens, like ones that would tell you if your train was canceled, sometimes they'd show glimces of what was happening, but not quite enough for it to feel real.
"Same old story, Dreams gone but not dead, Tommy's alive, so is Tubbo, no one has died for a real long time actually"
"You know I don't care about those people" He grunted, taking another swig of his bottomless whiskey, coughing and spluttering after as predicted.
"Not even your own son?"
Schlatt stayed silent and continued walking.
"Who do you care about then?" The disembodied voice of Wilbur echoed. "Nobody but myself, which at this point isn't true either."
Wilbur waited for a second, and then found something "Ooh wow, Quackitys been buisy" He smiled.
"What? Tell me." He perked up.
"Looks like he's got is own land? And he's in charge! L- las? Las something, I can't quite make out the name."
"Las Nevadas." He mumbled, wiping his mouth.
"You know?"
"He used to talk to me about it a lot, I didn't really acknowledge it much though, I didn't care at the time." He wheezed over a puff of smoke.
Wilbur hummed, interested "What happened to the other two?"
"Oh he probably forgot about them" Schlatt snapped, turning his head away from no body.
Wilbur stayed quiet.
"Hes always doing that, forgetting about the people that cared about him. Not like he needs them, not like I needed him, not like anyone needs him. Hes just a worthless-"
He sighed, remembering how long he had been in here.
"He tries his best, he was cool. That's why I married the damn fucker. But oooh noo! As soon as I'm dead he forgets aaalll about it, moves on, goes to some crackonoko kingdom. Did I mean nothing?"
"You did just call him worthless-"
"It's a self defense mechanism!"
"Yeah OK ok" Wilbur took the message and just sat and listened, there was nothing better to do anyway.
"He told me-" He sucked in his breath "You know what he told me?"
"What did he tell you?" Wilbur sighed, knowing he had heard it before.
"He told me that it was just me and him against the world. Like yeah at the time I told him to suck me off or get lost, but looking back on it now, you don't just say that to someone who you're gonna forget about in 5 months. It's not fair, I gave him stuff, we were rich! I don't understand. "
"mhmhm"
"I fucking- have a heart attack! He couldn't even make eye contact with me as I fell the ground, I just wanted to see him again. I miss him. My flatty patty...." He sniffled.
"You don't think calling him that everyday might have had some repercussions?"
"Of course it fucking did! But do you think I thought about that at the time? You only live thrice bitch, take it or leave it. I guess I just didn't think that there would be an after. I could do whatever I wanted without being held accountable ever, because if they caught me, it didn't matter because I'd just die anyway, and then it would all be over. Never did I think there would be something worse than living. "
There was a silence, and then a thought "It you could say something to him right now, what would you say?"
Schlatts throat tightened "I'd say-" He cleared his throat with a cough "I'd say, what the fuck dude. Did you forget? Did you forget those few months? Did you forget out first date? Did you forget when I spoke Spanish to you and surprised you? Did you forget the country we made together? Did you forget!? -" He looked down at the black concrete below him "Did you forget I loved you?"
Wilbur nodded, after being trapped in a concrete cell for 12 years, being someone's therapist wasn't the worst of his problems, anyway, it was light entertainment.
"I still wear the ring, I died with it, I can't take it off, I don't want to anyway. I wonder if he still wears his, we didn't get a divorce after."
"Did you give him reason to take it off?"
"Maybe, I mean sure I could be a little hot tempered sometimes. I can get a little physical but it was all preparing him for life, and now look! He's got his own land, just like how he always wanted."
"What about Sapnap and Karl?"
"Oh fuck them, they could never treat him how I treated him. Fuck that polio or whatever the fuck, they don't know Alex like I know Alex. They probably don't even know how good he is at back massages, he's got a talent for it. I gave my votes to him, we paired up, we got married. It was serious, there was even a pregnancy scare at one point. I didn't even know that that could happen! "
Wilbur sighed "Trust me, I know what you mean" He clenched his eyes shut remembering the wet sexy orange and green scales.
"It's just so fucked, that I can do so much for someone, and after I die it's like I never existed. But that's how everyone would prefer it, I don't blame them. Did not a single thought of our marriage come to mind while he dated those two? Did they even know? Did he know but just not care?
It doesn't matter now anyway, for whatever reason he's not with them now."
Wilbur though, and so did Schlatt, it's all they had been doing for the past 12 years.
"You think you will see him again?" He spoke softly.
"No, but sometimes I imagine I will. Somehow, I get out of this shit hole, and I don't have to be a part of all of that, I'll see him. Not for long. And hey, just maybe, I'll be forgiven, and I'll go to heaven and see him again there. I doubt it thought."
"You doubt it? So it's not completely impossible?" He questioned further, intrigued.
Schlatt frowned deeper, relaying his life "I don't think I deserve it, but I know there's people out there who see the best is everyone, for some stupid reason. I did some shit things, if I was alive now I'd probably do more shit things, I don't regret it, not all of it."
"What do you regret?"
"I wish... I wish I told him I loved him more..." He shyly continued, awaiting a teasing response. "Wilbur?" He turned, not like he was going to see anyone, but he no longer felt his presence. "See you in a couple months I guess."
With each step he repeated his words in his head, did Quackity ever really love him? Did he ever really love Quackity? Did Quackity really love them? Did they love him? Did they love him better? Did he do it wrong?
Maybe, but it wasn't all one sided.