| Schlattbur Oneshots |

office part 5

[tw: knifes, blood]

"why are you following me?", schlatt asked, annoyed by jared's constant questions and stares.

"because i need to do something and you keep running around the office like a hamster running on its wheel. so stay fucking still!", jared shouted at the end.

schlatt stopped and turned around, glaring at jared.

"what in the world could you possibly fucking wan-"

jared quickly grabbed him and held a cloth up to schlatt's mouth and nose, making his eyelids flutter and then he went limp.

jared smiled maliciously and looked around, checking to make sure no one was around before picking schlatt up and carrying him out the entrance and in his car, driving away.

the worst part was that wilbur wasn't even there that morning, so when he came to the office in the afternoon he completely freaked out at schlatt's not being there.

"has anyone seen schlatt? tommy, have you seen him? where the FUCK IS SCHLATT?!", wilbur yelled, feeling tears sting the back of his eyes.

no one had seen him since very early in the morning, confirming that he definitely had been here. and apparently jared had gone missing right around the time schlatt had.

wilbur suddenly got up and ran to his office as the gears clicked in his head. he logged onto his computer quickly and went to his employee files, where he scrolled until he found jared's name.

he grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the address, logging off and running out of his office. all of his coworkers had watched him run into his office, so they all waited outside it, assuming he had connected some dots.

"i'll be back everyone, theres something i've got to check first", was all wilbur said before continuing his mad run to the door and to his car.

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schlatt wriggled around frantically in the chair, his arms bound to the back along with his chest with a rope, preventing escape.

the rope was tight, and it was hard to breathe. he kicked his legs desperately, panic flooding his mind and he couldn't think straight.

jared appeared from the room down the hall, a mean smile on his face. a woman followed him, her hair a dark auburn-ish red, and she had distinctive teal eyes.

sally.

"nice to see you again johnathan", she spat, giving him a glare but still smiling.

"you're insane! let me go bitch!", schlatt yelled, wriggling around again, feeling tears well up.

"aww, don't cry 'princess'", she mocked, making schlatt equal parts angry and sad. he missed wilbur. he just wanted wilbur.

he couldn't help it. a tear slipped down his cheek, earning him a slap to the face. jared glared at him in disgust. his face stung, making him want to cry all the more.

"i-i'm sorry, i never even d-did anything to you guys..", schlatt sputtered, and sally gave him a sickeningly fake sweet look.

"don't you get it, you idiot?! you took wilbur from me, sure he was never mine, but he would've been if it weren't for you!", sally yelled.

"i'm sure wilbur knows you took me, you think hurting or killing me is going to make him want you?", schlatt spat back, anger replacing his profound sadness.

sally hesitated, not saying anything, before answering, "of course not. but if i kill you, and make sure it's painful, and then i kill him, no one can have him!", she exclaimed, way too happily.

"besides, this bitch is really good in bed", sally almost moaned out as she slid a finger down jared's chest suggestively (ew). schlatt was grossed out.

too much info.

too much.

"anyways, have anymore questions before your inevitable death and torture?", she asked in a high pitched voice.

"not a question, but fuck you, you fucking psychopathic freak! how dare you think that you can-", schlatt was pushed to the ground before he could finish.

he felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck, and his vision went slightly blurry. he felt blood drip down his neck, making him shiver.

"don't ever talk to me like that again", sally said darkly, a furious expression painted on her face.

suddenly, the door burst open, it was wilbur.

sally whipped around. this scene looks familiar.

"w-wilbur.. how lovely to see you!", sally exclaimed, an awkward smile plastered across her face.

if sally was furious earlier, then there was no word for the look of pure hatred on wilbur's face at that moment.

"what. the. fuck?", he spat, looking at schlatt with quick concern before pushing jared away and grabbing schlatt, the ropes that bound him loose enough to slip him right out from them.

he held him in his arms and quickly got out of the house, but was also quickly followed. sally and jared both were right on their tail, nearing them.

and of course, there is never an easy victory.

wilbur tripped. and dropped schlatt.

wilbur got up fast and went to reach for schlatt but saw sally there with a crazed look on her face, and stabbed a knife into schlatt's leg, causing him to cry out in pain and reach frantically for wilbur.

wilbur pushed her away, but not before she took the knife out and stabbed his stomach. blood poured onto the ground, some getting on wilbur and sally both.

but he didn't care. he cared about getting schlatt to safety.

rain slowly began to pour from the sky, washing away schlatt's blood into murky, light red puddles that were slightly translucent.

apparently someone witnessed what happened and thankfully called the police and an ambulance.

sally had passed out from hitting her head on the concrete when wilbur pushed her, and jared was caught up trying to wake her up, stupidly enough.

the ambulance quickly took schlatt away and one paramedic stayed, deeming sally to be alright and just temporarily unconscious. so both sally and jared were taken away in the police car, wilbur too, although he was sat in the front by the police officer.

the next few days were a blur, a bunch of legal stuff and court cases, thankfully sally and jared were found guilty, sally had apparently committed homicide before, jared being her accomplice, so they were both sentenced to the death penalty.

wilbur and schlatt would never have to worry about them again.

that is, if schlatt lived to that moment.

he had lost a lot of blood, and was currently in a coma. wilbur visited every single day, talking to him as if he were awake and listening, in the hopes that he could actually hear him.

"they're getting the death penalty. great, isn't it huh? i hope you'll be around to experience a worry free life without them. i miss you love..", wilbur said quietly, a few tears slipping out at the thought that schlatt might not make it.

only time would tell.

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