____________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...
----What else is there to say except enjoy? Or don't, I don't know how murder trials work, sorry.----
-Schlatt's POV-
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I'm sure that I'm in the courtroom right now, but my mind can't focus on anything outside the little devil pulling on my hair and yelling right in my eardrums.
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"Woah dude! This place is sick?!" Helios laughed loudly, as my ears rung, even if I could feel people pushing me around, before I finally snapped back to reality, as someone pushed me down to stand behind a podium.
It's then that my vision clears, and I look around, gulping quietly. I don't even know who my defense attorney is! I'm fucked!
I sigh, just as the Judge walks in the room, sitting in her stand, looking down at me. God, I am frozen in place..!
There are more people now, and notice both the prosecution table, and the defendant's table, though I've got no clue which is which.
The Judge signals for silence, as she knocks her gavel gently on the soft wooden block underneath it, and everyone quieted down inside the room, I could feel the eyes creeping up behind my back. Yelp.
"Yo, chill Schlatt."
"You may sit down." I couldn't have walked down any faster, sitting down besides the guy they showed me to sit with...
And if it isn't Gerald Broflovski... Who's this?
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What is he doing here.. Why is he relevant to the plot-
Anyhow, I've already pleaded not guilty, so today the trial will be much more intense, I'm aware.
Both Mr. Broflovski and the Prosecutor I couldn't recognize stood up, and began giving their opening statements, each spoken clearly, in a formal way, which wouldn't be too weird in a setting like this.
Jonathan Jebediah Schlatt, accused of murdering Tom Watson, on September 3rd, at around 3 am in an old, abandoned house, deserted, and in the middle of nowhere.
