Apologies, Dearest. || DISCONTINUED.

TEEHEE ONE SHOT!?

Owow,, Me? Touching this embarrassment of a fic!? UNHEARD OF!!!

So yeah anyway I wrote a quick one shot bc my writings somewhat better and I know how 2 plot now.

If u wanna read fics that I somewhat don't hate, go to my main account Greenelk_ and look in the reading list titled 'My fics'

I'll stop rambling now wkejsnbwhja enjoy???
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Tiny hands grasped at a stained hoodie and the horned man cooed at the little one. A smile etched into both of their faces.
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Schlatt hated those memories.
He hated knowing what he failed to raise.
And he hated that the boy didn't even acknowledge it.

As much as he wanted to say it, he didn't hate Tubbo. He simply couldn't. The boy had certainly changed after his demise, horns grew, eyes had a green tinge to them, and that damn scar.

He heard that his baby had one of his own. He was happy for the squirt. He couldn't help but see himself in the stressed teen, scrambling about in a panic trying to figure out what the screeching hellspawn needed.

Those horns were a constant reminder of what he left in the rain. Though he hadn't anticipated ivory to streak through curly blond and brown hair. He nudged the dusty old clock that sat beside him from his H̶i̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶s̶p̶o̶t̶ view point atop the fridge.

His nose curled as the tall one entered the room, a gentle smile gracing a perfectly split complexion. The creature picked up his grandson and pet his head. The child immediately calming down and leaning into the touch.

Tubbo protested, no real anger behind complaints. The taller (that he refused to acknowledge the name of) just laughed and ruffled Tubbo's hair.

Yellow eyes burned holes into his head, he turned to a cat who was staring with twitching ears. He beckoned it over and gestured to the couple and their son. "You seein' this shit? My son. With some weird tall Oreo creature!" He let out in a sharp whisper. The cat merely looked at him, clearly unimpressed.

"There you are! C'mere Jjjjjjjeffrey!" The cat glanced back at Schlatt and made its way back to its owner. Utter betrayal. He ground his teeth in frustration, a bleat catching the family's attention.

Oh shit.

"God fucking- Schlatt get down here." He sighed, caught again he supposed. The teen tapped his hoof, glaring at the man. "Why the hell do you keep following me."

"Whaat? Can't a guy see his son?" Tubbo gave his spouse a look, the creature quickly walked away with their son in end's arms. Tubbo turned back to him, the aforementioned 'oh shit' was certainly coming into effect.

"Son? SON!? YOU BLEW ME UP WITH A ROCKET LAUNCHER!" Schlatt cracked his knuckles, a nervous stim he discovered after leaving Tubbo.  "Well technically Techno blew you up I had nothing to-" Tubbo seethed, fists shaking.
"You fucking- are you delusional? Get help, dude. You stopped being a 'father' when you left me in a dingy box on the side of the road."

Schlatt really had nothing to say to that. Rendered speechless he stared at the spot his feet were supposed to be. "You can't even look me in the eyes. You're pathetic, Schlatt. Leave me and my family the fuck alone." He looked up, but Tubbo was already leaving.

"Tubs if you'd just listen-" The boy turned, "Listen to what!? Because you haven't said a damn thing worth listening to this entire fucking conversation, if you could even call it that! Don't you dare call me that ever again." The boy he called his little lamb flipped him the bird and slammed the door.

Tubbo didn't want him
Quackity didn't need him anymore
The worms that once gnawed his rotting flesh had set off to find another corpse long ago.

Nobody wanted anything to do with him.

Maybe he deserved it.

Man, his life was a shit show, wasn't it?

Not every story is a happy one, he guessed.

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