💚⬛ₛₜₒᵣᵢₑₛ fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ Cᵣₒw Fₐₘᵢₗy⬜❤ (Beeduo + Grampa Schlatt oneshots)

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐭𝐢𝐞

Michael sat up in his bed, his cute squishy duck night-light illuminating his room slightly. Looking and the small blanky held tightly in his tiny hands; the young piglin nodded his head firmly with a determined look on his sweet little face. His eye shone brightly as he quietly shuffled of his bed, landing on the floor with a light thump with his blanky still in his little hands. Standing up, the little piglin waddled toward the door which towered above him while wrapping his blanky around him tightly like it was a cape so he could be a little more like his grandpa Technoblade. Pulling the giant oak door open thanks to the little gap between the door and the wall, Michael carefully crept throughout the house, walking passed every door until he found the door to his dads room. Quietly he pressed his eye too the keyhole, making sure his parents were asleep before slowly opening their door.

Waddling his way over too the large chest-o'-draws, pulling open one of them to find a load of large sweaters and hoodies; frowning softly he pushed the draw closed before opening the one above it, finding exactly what he was looking for. A bright smile erupted onto his chubby little face as he reached up, snatching as many of the treasures in that draw as his little mits could hold. Turning his blanky into a little bag, Michael put all the treasures into the bag before reaching up and grabbing more of them before nodding to himself again, proud of his work. Quietly he closed the draw, grabbing his makeshift bag he waddled out of the room, slowly closing it to try and be as quiet as possible. The small piglin made his way toward his great grandpas room, needing more of these treasures. Opening this door with the same care as he had with his parents the small toddler practically danced toward a large chest, opening it and finding two more of these treasures before he slowly closed the lid; as soon as it softly closed with a thunk Michael ran out as fast as he could before closing the door, putting them into his bag before he stared toward his favourite Grandpas room.

Now, Michael shouldn't have been up at this time, it was far too late at night for him too be awake, even he knew this. So when he heard the sounds of someone walking toward him the little piglin froze. Tears started welling up in his eye(s) as he began to feel great fear rising. "Michael? What the hell are you doing up lil' bud?" The voice asked. It was Tommy; but before he could say anything the piglin burst into tears, running towards his favourite grandparents room. The kid was suprised but didn't want anyone to yell at him again so he quickly ran to his room, confused as to why the small creature was awake. As soon as Michael reached his grandpas room he pushed the door open, running over to the large chest-o-draws and pushing all of these treasures into a draw before quietly closing it and turning his bag back into a blanky before exiting the room and closing the door carefully. He looked around, his head frantically scanning either side of the hallway before he started crying again. During his quest he didn't realise how dark the house was, until the loud roar of thunder and a bright pick of lightning slamming into the ground. A squeal of pure, unadulterated fear left the poor child as he started crying loudly again, clutching the blankey tightly in his small hands before banging on the door as loud as possible, purely terrified. He had been having nightmares recently, nightmares that the scary man wearing a smiley faced mask chases him through an endless hallway; he calls out for his dads, Tommy, Fundy, anyone that could save him, but nobody saves him... he always gets caught.

Schlatt woke up to the sound of loud thudding on his door, the sound combining with the heavy rain that pelted against the window. The goatman sat up, looking toward the door to his room in tired stupor as to why anyone would want to talk with him so late/early. He walked toward the door and opened it, immediately feeling a slight pressure on his leg; looking down he saw the sobbing ball of pure adorableness and fuzz and his face immediately fell into worry. Kneeling down Schlatt picked up the terrified child and held him gently in his arms, rubbing his head and telling him that he is okay. Sitting down on his bed and placing his precious grandson onto his lap, ruffling the young kids hair and hugging him gently and, with a soft voice, began "do you want to go to your dads?" Schlatt asked, Michael shook his head before headbutting the goatman in the gut, causing him to wince and Michael to immediately hug him again, sorry that he hurt his favourite grandparent. Schlatt sighed, "do you want to stay here?" Michael nodded frantically and so they lied down, Schlatt looked at the young child that was slowly calming down, wincing whenever the thunder yelled out to the sky. He began to softly hum, humming a lullaby that he used to sing for Tubbo when the young faun was around Michaels age, the memory making him smile softly; and after a few minutes, both Schlatt and his dear grandson fell asleep.

It was six in the morning, Michael woke up before everyone and left his Grandpas room, waddling over too his  dads room instead. After an hour or three Schlatt woke up, immediately getting up and getting dressed in a more formal outfit; opening a draw after brushing his teeth and hair only one question crossed his mind...

"Where the fuck did all these ties come from?"