{MCYT} •Mini Stories• <Book 2>

{Remember Me, Old Friend?}

Jschlatt layed out his cards to play a game of solitude with everyone else busy or Quackity trying to call Karl.
"Hello!"
He looked up at Slime, seeing him smiling,"Hey.", "Whatcha playing??", "Solitude.", "Can I watch?", Jschlatt looked at him for a moment,"Fine.", Slime smiled and watched Jschlatt play.

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Eventually Slime left him, only to look up at the sound of a clank.
Looking to his right he saw Slime had gotten him a glass of milk,"Uuh.", "Oh, the Milk Man came by and I thought you were thirsty.", Jschlatt frowned for a moment at Slime, he remembered that nickname and title. . . He took the glasses and drank as he continued his game.
"Anyway! I'm going to find Quackity and take in the refugees!"
Jschlatt choked on the his drink, covering his mouth to stop more milk spitting out his mouth or dripping on his uniform,"What did you say. . .?!", he turned to him, Slime smiled at him,"What do you mean? I quoted myself, do you remember me saying that?", Jschlatt stared at him, Slime smiled,"Though you probably don't remember much before of the hit on the head from the TNT.", the Slime turned to a puddle and got away.
. . .
Jschlatt rested his head on his hand, thinking about his past home and friends. . .
Jschlatt rested his eyes, there was no way it was because Dream said it may not work because of his shattered soul, but Slime was much like Charlie.
. . .