____________𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣!____________
Put a lot of greek mythology Easter eggs here and there, so hope you enjoy!
We need more killer Schlatt fics, and I'm taking matters into my own hands😡😡, imma try to write a progressive fic...
----Just a heads up, I don't think Schlatty poo is gonna come out of jail alive y'all 😜 not sure though 📌GET THIS MAN A THERAPIST AND RENT HIM A WHOLE ASYLUM HOLY SHIT HE CRAZY📌----
-Schlatt's POV-
It's been what now? Days? Weeks? I can't seem to keep track of time in this room, and I'm rightfully concerned.
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The "bed" doesn't even fit me properly, my legs stick out, and I don't even have anything to cover myself up with. It's pretty darn cold in here at... Night? Sleeptime, I've got no clue when I fall asleep. Nobody really stops me, or orders me around. They just bring me food every now and then.
Eggs and bacon, reminds me of home, Wilbur.
... Where is he? Does he hate me? Why hasn't he visited me yet..
I sigh, closing my eyes again.
Someone bangs on my door, and burst in without me utterly anything at all. Leave my food in, and then leave immediately, as if I'm contaminated. As if I'm poisonous and will turn anyone into stone with a single glance.
Whatever, I get up, walk back to the door to kindly request the freedom of my arm, just so that I can eat. A guard notices me, it seems, and looks at me with tired eyes.
"Heyyyy, guard, can you untie my hand a lil, I wanna eat." I murmured, leaning against the bars of my cell.
".. Yes, Jonathan, one moment." he murmured quietly, walking away, before two or three more guards opened the gate, marching in robotically taking ahold of me.
Then, one of them carefully untied on of my arms, and they all sprinted outside, leaving me alone again.
"Thanks." I blow out exhausted, stretching my newly freed limb around, cracking my fingers with loud pop each.
Then I just sit to eat.
It's as simple as that, really, nothing new, nothing old.
A little voice joins me, as happy and sunny as ever.
"Heyyyy, Schlatt?" he asks me, his golden locks falling in my face, as Helios is crawled up on my back, watching me like a kid.
"Ye?"I murmur, not even taking my eyes off the food. I was eating on the floor too, looking all too defeated, in a way.
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