🐏⬜️🟪🟡 wanted

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WARNINGS: swearing, cigarettes

PRONOUNS: they/them

RELATIONSHIP: strangers to friends

KEY: C/N = chips name (like not the fries, chips like crinkles for you British people, sorry I don't know what you call it 💀)

I TALK: I THINK THIS WILL TURN OUT GOOD and also we're gonna imagine that instead of the lmanburg white house being on a hill, we're putting it next to a forest cuz I said so :p

I TALK: I THINK THIS WILL TURN OUT GOOD and also we're gonna imagine that instead of the lmanburg white house being on a hill, we're putting it next to a forest cuz I said so :p

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SCHLATT POV

          "I'll only be a minute" I promise Quackity before slipping out the backdoor of the whitehouse. I turn my head to the forest and take my pack of cigarettes and my lighter out of my pocket. I take one out of the pack before stuffing it back in my pocket and placing the cigarette in my mouth. I bring the lighter to the tip of the cigarette. I stared at the flame as I waited for it to light.

I look up from the flame and see eyes staring back. I quickly shove my lighter in my pocket and back up, my back hitting the wall of the whitehouse behind me. I take the unlit cigarette from my mouth, both of us just staring at each other. "Uh.. hello?" I call out to them. They don't move. "Hello?" I step closer and the person immediately jumps, I place the cigarette back into the pack in my pocket before raising my hands up, showing I wouldn't hurt them. "I.. I won't hurt you-- unless your a threat to my country, then I'll fucking kill you" I chuckle, when they don't say anything I pause. "A-Are you a threat to my country?" I worryingly ask.

"No" they reply. "A-Actually, maybe.." they add, slightly shrugging.

"Oh," I drop my hands at my sides. "You speak" I blurt out, on one hand I was just being rude like I always was and on the second hand I was trying to ignore what they told me, I wasn't the best fighter, and if they tried to fight me I couldn't run, I only walk. I could just barely see their face. "So, who are you? And why were you watching me" I question, glancing back at the whitehouse, knowing I would have to get back inside soon.

"Who are you?" They ask the same question as me, and they don't move when I walk closer, seemingly not scared of me anymore.

I extend my hand towards them, a smile growing on my face. "The names Jschlatt, but people usually just call me Schlatt" I shrug, waiting for them to shake my hand. And eventually, they reach out and grab my hand, I shake their hand. "Now can you tell me your name--?"

"Schlatt? You out here?" Fundy yells, the person let's go of my hand and runs off into the forest. I exhale and turn my head to look behind me, seeing Fundy peaking his head out the door and staring at me. "What were you looking at?" He asks me.

I wave him off and walk over to him, pushing past and walking back into the whitehouse. "Nothing, just.. thought I heard something.." I mutter.

"Oh, okay. Quackity was getting impatient and told me to come and get you" Fundy explains. "He's just in your office"

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