A Demon and A Human...?

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Tee hee ^^
More dad!schlatt and son!tubbo story:D
This will may be more triggering maybe, but there is gonna be alcohol, swearing and child abandonment.
I recommend listening to This December by Rick Montogomery.
Before I start, I'll possibly write a story based on Schlatt and Tubbo, making that song the main one ^^
ENJOY<3

The cold winter wind leaked through the crack of the open windows of Schlatts home, he wasn't the greatest man in the whole world, but he did have a heart for his kid, Tubbo. Schlatt knew he had to keep this kid safe, he couldn't bare to lose him.
Schlatt looked over to his son, he was sitting on the living room floor, playing with his toys but mainly the bee plushie he got for Christmas, that thing was expensive and put them into massive debt, but it didn't worry Schlatt only because it made his son happy.

Tubbo walked over to his father, crawling up onto the couch and sat on his fathers leg "Daddy!" He giggled and flopped onto Schlatts chest, slowly falling asleep. Schlatt chuckled a tad, "Yup, I'm your dad kid." He picked Tubbo up and went to his room, placing his seven year old on his mattress, tucking him in.
He walked out, the man was so in debt, Schlatt couldn't even afford a decent meal for a month, he had to once again, rely on his sister Puffy for everything. He hated it.

Schlatt opened the fridge and took out a bottle of beer, the cheapest kind ever, it was horrible. Even though he hates it, he drank it. It was the only thing that was affordable for him, he swigged it down in a couple of gulps. He took a deep sigh and looked around his cabin, everything was a mess. Toys everywhere, blankets everywhere, empty food containers on the floor and counters, garbage was overflowing.

He tilted his head back and sighed, he had to do something, the idea running through his head was horrible, but it was the only thing he could think of. He needed Tubbo gone. At least until he had a stable job and life for Tubbo to come back to.

The ram straighten his back and went to find a box that was sturdy enough for the snow, oh what a Christmas this will be to remember for the two boys. Schlatt stuffed the box full of blankets to keep his child warm. He slowly walked into his and his sons shared room, picking the boy off the mattress carefully carrying him over to the box and placing him in.
The man grabbed Tubbos bee plushie, he hugged it one last time and placed it in Tubbos arms, "Ill miss you my son... my beloved son. I'll see you again sometime when I'm stable enough.." Schlatt teared up and picked up the box, walking out into town to drop it off.

The harsh winter air hurt Schlatts skin, he placed the blanket over Tubbos cheeks, making sure he wouldn't get frost bite. Finding a good spot for him, Schlatt placed Tubbo down, giving him a kiss on the forehead before running off, crying.

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Months that felt like years went by, Jschlatt worried for his son. He still didn't have a stable job, nor life. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't bring Tubbo back into his life yet. Schlatt walked over to the cupboard and took out the whisky, he spent his whole 20 dollar pay check on alcohol. God was he fucked up. Schlatt poured himself a rather large cup of whisky, he swigged it all down, he dropped the plastic cup on the ground, he fell to his knees and bursted out into tears.
He couldn't bare this life anymore, he just wanted his son back. He has so many life regrets he wishes he could re do. The man wrapped his arms around one of Tubbos plush sheep, "God, please come back Tubbo. I miss you. I regret leaving you on the streets. I'm so sorry..." Schlatt cried, he cried until there was nothing left to cry, yet he still did for maybe another 4 hours.
He stood up and cleaned himself off before running out his home, and running to where he left his son.

Nobody was there, no box. Nothing was there, only an indent in the snow on where the box was. Schlatt started panicking, he regretted it. He just wanted his son home, in his arms. Schlatt saw a man in the distance, wings wrapped around something, he didn't want to know what he was holding.
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Tubbo has been living with Philza for who knows how long, he loves it there though. He gets to see his best friend Tommy every day, Wilbur and Techno are great siblings, and Phil is an amazing father. He just couldn't think of a better life than this.
But one thing always stuck with the boy, he has ram horns and ears and everyone else didn't. Phil had wings, Techno was piglin and Wilbur being his twin as a few piglin features, Tommy had wings but small. So why didn't he?

The boy walked over to his adopted father, "Phil... why do I have ram features and everyone else doesn't? I'm 14 and already growing horns and like Tommy isn't!" He complained before Phil patted on the seat beside him, "Let me tell you this Tubbo, when you were younger, around Christmas time, I found-" "I know Phil! You tell me this all the bloody time!" Tubbo stood up straight, starting to act like his actual father, "You found me on the side of the road! In a fucking box with blankets and a pathetic bee plush! KRISTIAN GAVE ME TO YOU FOR FUCK SAKES!" Tubbo sighed before sitting back down, "Why can't you actually tell me things?" Phil stayed quite, he should stop making up excuses to Tubbo, "Because you aren't my kid! Kristina didn't make you, I found you on the road, with a note saying please take care of my son. Tubbo  Schlatt, you aren't my child." Tubbo stepped back, that was, his actual name? "I'm... I'm gonna go.." Tubbo frowned before running off and out of the house.

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The year, the year when the president of Manberg died, everyone was gathered around the dead boy of president Jschlatt, who recently just died from a heart attack. The glass bottle in his hand broke from when he fell, causing him to get small cuts on his hands.
"He didn't just call me fucking Flatty Patty..." Quackity mumbled as he walked away.
Everyone else except Tubbo walked away from where Schlatt had just died, something about how Jschlatt was acting towards him wired the boy out.
He saw a picture sticking out of Schlatts suit pocket, slowly taking it, the boys eyes widen.
The photo was him, when he first got his bee plush... that's why Jschlatt was trying to get closer with Tubbo, he just wanted his son back...

Tubbo fell to the ground and gripped onto his fathers dead body, hugging him as he cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."