My Family (Sally The Salmon)

♠ Chapter 29 ♠

TW//War, Alcohol

(3rd Person POV)

At this point, Sally was just staring at everybody. She was doing a head-count. She could see everyone.

Except for six people. But knowing George, she automatically guessed that he didn't even come to the war.

So only five people were mission from he view. She squinted.

There she saw, Wilbur. He was attacking someone. Oddly enough, it was a Pogtopian. Jack Manifold, to he specific. He was late to the war and Wil probably assumed he was an enemy. So thats two people down.

Then she saw, what definately was, Fundy fighting with Purpled. Who she didn't even know was here. Also a person was a little more skilled than Fundy when it comes to PvP. But she believed in her son.

Then there were only two people missing. What was even more concerning is that they are both enemies.

But as Sally was doing a headcount, she didn't know that someone was sneaking up on her.

She suddenly felt someone yank her hair. "WHAT THE FUCK!" She exclaimed loudly.

She turned a little and elbowed the person in the stomach. He fell into the water. It was Karl Jacobs.

She was about to shoot him with a firework, not giving a single fuck that the water might lessen the pain, when she saw that the Manberg protecters were retrearing.

When she looked back at where Karl was supposed to be, he was gone.

"Sally! Regroup!" She heard. She went to the direction of her husband's voice.

"There's Dream!" Tommy shouted. Then they looked in front of them. They saw the masked madman. He was still soaking wet from the underwater fight he and Sally had. He, somehow, got his sheild back.

Sally sneered at him. She was about to start attacking him again when Wilbur took her hand and said "Calm down."

"Wilbur, we need to talk." Dream said. Wilbur looked at his friends. They all nodded, so he sighed and walked towards Dream.

They talked. It wasn't audible to Sally or the rest of the Pogtopians so she still tightly gripped her axe and was ready to strike she needed.

But then Wilbur turned around and signalled them to lower their weapons. They all hesitantly complied. Sally, Tommy, and Techno being the most hesitant.

They exchanged a few words, then Wilbur turned around and seemed to be doing a headcount.

Sally knew who he was looking for. She was just looking for the same person before Karl yanked her hair. Schlatt. Schlatt isn't here.

After the headcount, Dream turned to all the Pogtopians and said "We would like to surrender. I have to show you something that's more important than continuing to fight."

"Follow me." He said before turning around and walking forward. "How do we know that this isn't a trap?" Sally asked Wilbur.

Wilbur shrugged and followed after Dream. All the Pogtopians also followed after their leader.

As they got closer, Sally slowly realised where their destination was. The Drug Van.

She could see someone inside through the window. As she squinted more at it, she slowly began to realise who it was. Schlatt. Everyone else had the same thought process.

"That's him. He's here?" Wilbur asked aloud.

Then they all entered the Drug Van. It was VERY cramped in there, so other people either stayed outside, or close to the entrance.

Schlatt was there. Sitting on the floor. Bottles everywhere. But he was holding a bottle that was broken in half. He was a mess. Just as messy as he was when he stepped foot onto the podium.

But he wasn't drunk. He was sober. A sober as he can get. His eyes were bloodshot and he let out a few sniffs.

'Was he crying?'
Was everyone's mental question. They didn't believe that. Schlatt doesn't cry. Schlatt has no emotions other than anger. Or, atleast, thats what everyone thought.

Everyone has feelings. Some people just choose not to act on them. They find it hard to express themselves. They set standards for themselves. And that's what makes all of them miserable.

Schlatt's standards were that sadness is a sign of weakness. To him, being content is basically giving up. And being happy is being soft.

The only emotion that he let control him was his anger. His rage. The rage of being banned from the server. The rage of being basically betrayed, in his eyes. Betrayed by everyone. Left by everyone when he needed them most.

Schlatt didn't let it show. But he cared. He cared about Manberg. He care about Quackity. And most of all, he cared about Tubbo. (I'm not a Schlatt apologist. I'm just trying to sound like a good writer)

Everyone looked at him, all with different emotions. Some glared with hatred, some confusion, some with pity, the rest were blank.

Schlatt scanned the room. Looking for someone specific. Then his eyes finally landed on him. Tubbo.

"T-Tubbo.." He managed to say. Hi voice has hoarse and tired. He pointed at the brunette boy "Tub-bo, come here." He gestured.

Tubbo took a step forward, but Tommy stopped him "No. You are not going to him."

Sally walked up behind Tommy and glared at him. "Tubbo can do what he wants." She said.

Tubbo didn't stop to look at either of them. His focus was on Schlatt. He slowly walked over to him.

"W-What do you want, Schlatt?" He said, while trying to keep the glower on his face. In truth, Tubbo wasn't really that mad at the man. Well, he attempted to execute him. But seeing him in this state makes Tubbo sympathise a little with him.

Schlatt laughed at the boy's expression. A very hollow and empty laugh. "T-Tubbo. Y'know at the festival? During your execution?" Schlatt asked. The boy was visibly uncomfortable, "Y-Yeah... What do you want, Schlatt?"

Schlatt laughed again. This time, a very sad laugh. It came with a single tear flowing down his left eye.

Sally wonders if he's gonna tell the boy. Tell him the truth. Everything. That Schlatt's his father. Dream's his cousin and he still has an aunt and two sisters somewhere out there.