♜ 𝙼𝚌𝚢𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 ♚(INDEFINITE HIATUS)

♤ 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 • 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛 ♤

Summary: The night before the Marberg vs Pogtopia war, Wilbur and Schlatt meet one last time.

DreamSMP/Manberg vs Pogtopia

I won't do songfics often, but Schlattbur with this song is too good

Not my best, I've never done a songfic before

CW: Death, mild gore, happy ending.

If there's any spelling mistakes, let me know.

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[The papers say it's doomsday, the button has been pressed.]

Schlatt waited outside Pogtopia, fixing his tie nervously.

Wilbur eventually came out, giving the ram a half hearted glare before taking his hand, both men walking off into the woods.

"This is really fucking stupid, Schlatt."

"I know, dumbass, but one of us is probably gonna die tonight."

The brit sighed, expression softening as he looked over to Schlatt.

More like both of us.

They sat under a random tree, the shorter leaning against Wilbur as he pulled out his guitar.

The man strummed half heartedly, hesitating for a moment before placing a chaste kiss to Schlatt's forehead.

"I fucking hate you."

The ram scoffed, cheeks a bit red.

"Yeah, I hate you too, you British asshole."

They both laughed.

[We're gonna nuke eachother up boy, til old Satan stands impressed. ]

Wilbur put down the guitar, grabbing Schlatt's chin.

Fuck, why does he always look so good in suits.

"Wilbur- what the fu-mmh!"

The brit pulled him into a kiss, pushing him down against the soft grass.

They'd never actually kissed before, so this definitely took Schlatt by surprise.

When they parted, Wilbur had a rare smile on his face, burying his face into the ram's fancy suit.

"Where did that come from?" Schlatt asked, panting slightly.

"I just-" Wilbur started, placing another kiss on the man's lips, already addicted to the feeling. "I just wanted to kiss you before everything goes to shit."

The ram hummed, rolling his eyes before rolling onto his side, nuzzling his face into Wilbur's curly hair.

"Whatever." He mumbled, ignoring how much he wanted those lips on his own for the rest of time.

"At least we can die happy men, right?"

Schlatt chuckled, pulling the stupidly endearing man impossibly closer.

[And here it is, our final night alive.]

Wilbur watched in poorly masked horror as Schlatt, his partner, the man he loved more than anything, slowly died right in front of him.

As he coughed and sputtered, blood dripping down from his nose to his chin, he looked up at Wilbur, smiling.

"You were right-" He coughed again, clutching his heart. "I'm dyin a happy fuckin man, Wil."

The ram then dropped to the floor, violently hacking until he went limp, everything eerily quiet as Wilbur looked at the body of his lover, his best friend.

Noone dared to say a word as Wilbur dropped to his knees, covering his face with his hands.

[As the world burns to the ground,]

Wilbur pressed the button, Phil running to protect him from the explosion.

The crow winced as the impact hit his wings, looking out at the chaos.

[Oh boy it's you~ That I lie with,]

"KILL ME, PHIL!"

[As the atom bomb locks in~]

Wilbur arrived in a cold, dark place, which he soon found out was a train station.

[It's you, I watch TV with~]

"Wil?"

Wilbur turned, almost fainting at what he saw.

[As the world,]

Schlatt ran to him, nearly knocking them both over as he hugged the brit.

"Fuck! I missed you so much, it's been fucking months."

That made Wilbur confused, as it had only been a few hours for him, but decided to leave it for now, pulling the American into a kiss.

[As the world caves in~]

♥︎