The forgotten Innit twins

Chapter 6

Schlatt pov:
Looking over my email from work most of them said the same thing, get the raccoons to attend a party. It's not like they don't want to come they just can't come.

"Sigh, if only they knew."

*Ding*

Glancing at my phone a notification popped up, it was just a text from Willow. Opening up the message a picture of a receipt of a recently bought expensive music equipment.

So the baster has time to buy this and not pay any child support, not like she really needs it but it could help.

Making a mental note to put this with the rest of my evidence files later. Closing my eyes and leaning back in my chair I took in a deep breath then let out a long exhale.

"Willow really wants to ring these baster dry...not like they don't deserve it. William is just like his father."

Thr only different they have is that Philza was married before he had any kids. Looking back at the screen it was filled with pictures that could ruin their business. Yet they're only being allowed to stay in business because Willow likes the power.

"Their neglect will be their downfall, they sure missed put on what these two could have offered them."

"You can say that again."

Jumping back in my seat I turned back to see Tubbo standing at the doorway with Ranboo. The two looked terrifying with the hallway having little light.

"Don't go giving your old man a heart attack, won't get much life insurance from me." Tubbo just rolled his one good eyes at me.

"I know that's way me and ran man here will marry for tax purposes," Tubbo walked over to me with his arms crossed. "The life insurance is to start us off for our future life style."

Rolling my eyes I just turned back to my computer. "That's nice son. Isn't Tommy and Willow supposed to be here as well, or are they working today."

"Willow is working at the bucher shop for at least four hours and Tommy is working three. Honestly I don't get why they got these jobs."

Nodding my head to the statement the twins took those jobs to have something to do. They need to have a purpose. It's a shame they can't see that everything they do helps people. Hate there brother but they adore his ex-girlfriend and son.

Willow pov:
"Are you sure you guys can keep doing this? Won't your bosses get angry?" Sally had a sour look on her face as she looked at the meat I had just given her.

It was a eye fillet a classic cut and one of the best part of the cow. "Don't worry, just go finish up your shopping. Also no more coming back early unless we call."

Giving her a stern look Sally just laugh and gave me a slow nod. Picking up the wrapped meat she kept her eyes down.

"Okay"

Waving her off she left the store. Shaking my head I went too the back to finish up butchering the cow. If I don't finish this before tomorrow Tubbo will blow up my phone. Don't want that and dealing with those Artic brats all at the same time.

Ever since Tubbo went half blind he hates butchering the animals, well expect the pigs we get on Sunday. He had said something about freezing up, no one can find the reason why.

"And management couldn't care less it seems, always having Tubbo be place on the days we start to cut the fresh sent meat."

Bring down my cleaver knife I made a clean cut around the chunk. A bit of blood gets on me but it's fine.

Little bit of blood never hurts anymore. Well unless your the one to lose the blood, then it might hurt.

Continuing my work I felt a chill run down my spin and my hair rises, something bad was about to happen. Hell must of frozen over if anything worse then attending Artic academy was coming.

*SLAM*

Looking over at the door I saw Philza at the door and behind him in his car was Tommy and Fundy. Oh please Lady Prime let this shit show be over in less then five minutes.

Wiping my hands on my apron I put on my customer service face while dealing with an asshole. A cold smile on with my work phone that had the police on speed dial.

This should be good.