Questionable Choices [Yan!DSMP x Reader]

Chapter 6: Blf'iv xlmufhrmt nv ^^

Loverboy

Hello there Wilbur

I'm going to land on the roof of your building any moment

You better be prepared

Fuck

Schlatt, I can't come at the moment, I am working on something important. Is it possible for you to just wait?

No

We're landing

I'll send Tubbo to you to tell you where to be and whatnot, since as I said before, I cannot be there at the moment.

We'll see about that

Answer asshole

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Schlatt grumbles to himself as he gets out of his helicopter, Connor doing so after him. He looks at Schlatt awkwardly, Schlatt knows, but he doesn't say a word. Instead, they're now just waiting for Tubbo to come here. "God, that fucking asshole really had to send Tubbo, here, out of everyone?"

"Well, I'm sure that it's good to see your son after a while, right?" Connor responds hesitantly, only resulting in a glare coming from Schlatt. But Schlatt can't stay angry at him. Obviously, his friend is simply trying to make conversation to avoid uncomfortable silences. So, he sighs.

"No, it's not. If I wanted to see my son I wouldn't have brought him to this god forsaken place anyway, now would I?" Schlatt shakes his head, putting his hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm just going inside already, okay? If Tubbo comes here, then go to the room already for me. I'll find my way around here myself." Connor seems to hesitate for a moment, but it seems like he doesn't care all that much.

"Okay."

After some time sitting in your room and playing Tetris, you found yourself getting bored. And guess what your solution was?

Walking through the halls and hoping to find another weapon room.

You have your hands in your pockets and your eyes are travelling around, looking at every single corner that catches them. Hell, you wave at the camera every so often, expecting Dream to be watching you from afar.

"Oh, look at that," a voice behind you then says and you grumpily sigh. That voice is one that everybody knows and recognizes. So, when you turn around, you are not surprised anymore by the figure of J. Schlatt standing there. "Never mind," he says right away as he sees your face, and you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. Maybe you can mess with him?

"Who the fuck are you?" you snarl and Schlatt laughs simply, a bit sinister though.

"I'm J. Fucking Schlatt, bitch! And who the fuck are you?"

The richest man in the whole ass city, and you will treat him as such. "Schlatt? More like Shit. But you don't work at DeMeter, do you? I mean, you don't look intelligent at all. Just because you are some failed experiment doesn't mean that you suddenly gained brain cells. Quite the opposite, actually." This, you say while pointing at the horns that grow at the side of his head. You don't know a lot about Schlatt, but some people tend to have some animal attributes, due to poison or failed experiments. Now, nobody is certain what has actually caused this, though. Some think that it's because of what happened before this place was the last to remain.

"Oh please, this trash place? The only reason it's still in business is because of me! I might not be an expert when it comes to science, but I know how to lead a business. What do I look like? A fucking idiot?"