schlatt stumbled through the forest, barely able to walk. he held his side with one arm, even though it was not injured in the slightest. rain poured down and thunder roared loudly in his ears, but nothing topped the sound of his heartbeat racing violently.
he didn't even know who he was running from, who, what, and why. maybe he was running from responsibility. unfinished business that haunted him even through the period of his untimely demise.
but now he was back, and he didn't want to be. hell was just starting to feel nice.
he deserved it, honestly, for all the things he'd done. how badly he screwed up with everyone.
it's not as if they would welcome him back with open arms and shower him with praise. he wasn't praiseworthy. wasn't trustworthy. wasn't even worthy of living again.
he had escaped hell, and ended up going right back.
no matter where schlatt went, it would be hell. limbo, life, heaven (the last option impossible), it would all be awful, no doubt.
he suddenly tripped and fell, mud and loose grass clinging to his clothes. he tried to lift himself up but after struggling for a moment he went limp.
schlatt felt the rain splatter against his face, cleaning off some of the mud that was more liquid than solid. he then heard squelching footsteps in the distance, the rustle of leaves and the sound of the rain dripping off of them from the disturbance.
he looked up a bit, to see him. him.
wilbur soot.
he felt a sharp pain in his leg as he was picked up, and looked down to see that there was a sharp, bloody stone. he must have fell on it without realizing.
he also finally used his brain power to process that he was moving. being carried away to who knows where. by wilbur soot.
he started thrashing around and tried to get out of wilburs grip, but he couldn't. he was too weak at the moment, and wilbur was too strong.
"stay still, damnit", wilbur mumbled, making schlatt go limp. he glanced up at wilbur's face and saw the slight light from the moon giving his glasses a glint. wilbur's gaze was focused ahead, entirely not on schlatt.
and he never looked down. he always kept his line of vision forwards, clearly determined and sticking to this task that he took upon himself.
schlatt finally felt all the exhaustion, dampness, and pain hit him like a wall of bricks and he soon passed out, unaware of where he was going and what would happen.
when he woke, he was in a cozy cabin. a small fire was going in the fire pit, wind and rain still howled outside. but the fire was warm, and welcoming.
schlatt slowly sat up from the bed he had been placed on, and wrapped the fuzzy blanket that had somehow found its way to him around himself tighter.
he looked down at the ground, gaining a sudden headache. his bones felt weary and broken, his limbs battered, and a sharp but dull pain stung his leg and spread throughout his lower half.
he winced and quietly whined from the pain, but looked up quickly as he saw movement ahead of him. in the archway stood wilbur, leaning against the frame.
he had a mug in his hand with steam rising from the top, and his normal yellow sweater and brown trench coat were gone. replaced now, with a dress shirt and a brown sleeveless sweater overtop. his glasses seemed to glow a golden color from the fire. the dashes of amber in his smoky brown eyes were evident.
he looked.. beauti-
no schlatt, don't finish that thought.
schlatt blinked a few times at wilbur before trying to get up and wilbur quickly set the mug down on a dresser and went to go help him, but he was too late.
the pain in schlatt's leg seared when he stood, his muscles feeling as if they were tearing apart. his knees buckled and he fell, the wooden floor sounding with a thump.
he let out a small cry and his knee jotted up near his face, wrapping his arms around the injured leg. wilbur carefully picked him up, ignoring schlatt's cringe when he bumped his leg gently, and then he sat schlatt back on the bed.
"no more getting up without me, alright?", wilbur finally spoke, his accent thick but crisp, voice loud in the quiet room although speaking softly.
schlatt didn't promise that, only nodded. not much use to speak, anyways.
"you will stay here with me, until your leg is healed, perhaps you'll want to stay longer by then", wilbur stated matter-of-factly, as if schlatt didn't have a choice.
wilbur must have read his mind because he added, "it's not like you have much choice of where to go with that leg there."
schlatt gave him a glare.
wilbur just laughed, not loud and obnoxious, but soft, a sweet sound, welcome in the non-awkward -but-way-too-quiet silence.
schlatt suddenly got a sniff of the sheets. it smelled like cinnamon, and strangely enough, like autumn. fallen leaves and pumpkin spice.
it smelled like wilbur.
schlatt's face burned a light pink.
"i-is this your bed?", he asked quietly, awaiting an answer, praying to God that it wasn't yes.
but of course, wilbur had to nod.
"where else would i put you, the floor? i'm not that careless, hurts my pride to know you think of me like that", wilbur said, turning away to look out a window at the raindrops falling down the transparent wall slowly.
he fixed his gaze back on schlatt as the ram hybrid quickly exclaimed in his defense, "no! i just didn't think you would put me, who is your worst enemy, not to mention bleeding and soaking wet, into your own personal space."
that made wilbur quiet for a moment, before he responded.
"well, we're friends, aren't we? and besides, are you cold right now? do you feel any wetness? dampness? blood pouring out of your leg?"
schlatt shook his head slowly, just now noticing the coldness gone. but he hung onto the first part of wilbur's sentence.
"friends?", he questioned.
"well yeah, aren't we?", wilbur repeated with the same tone as schlatt.
schlatt thought for a moment.
"if you really want to waste your time with me of all people, a hopeless, reckless, messy downward spiral of a person, then sure, go right for it", he said.
wilbur gave him a small smile.
"also, by the way, you aren't my worst enemy. you never were. i just used to be wrong in the head", wilbur said, his last words to schlatt for that night before leaving into another room, leaving schlatt to think by himself and eventually drift to sleep.
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Fanfiction"why would you ever waste your time with me?" [a schlattbur fan fiction, based on dream smp characters, not the irl people] started: may 11th 2022 finished:
