DSMP/MCYT oneshots

Something Much Worse (Schlattbur)

Something was following him. He knew it. Schlatt was getting more and more paranoid by the day. It was becoming more frequent that the hairs on the back of his neck would stand on edge, a breath on the back of his neck. But when he turned around, nobody was there. Schlatt got so paranoid that he went to stay with Ted, hoping the company would help him. But it didn't. Ted had no idea that Schlatt was still experiencing this "stalkery" feeling, he thought it had just been a fan, following Schlatt around. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" Ted asked as he grabbed his car keys. 

"Yup! Doin' just fine!" Schlatt lied, as warm air brushed against his ear. 

"So you'll be ok on your own for a few hours?" Ted asked, almost anxiously. 

"Uh- yeah, of course. Stop worrying about me and fuckin' leave already," Schlatt said, trying to ignore the pressure on his shoulder, like someone's hand was on him. 

"Alright then..." Ted said carefully before leaving the house.

"You know, you really shouldn't be talking to other people, love..." Someone whispered against Schlatt's neck.

Schlatt almost screamed, turning around so quickly he gave himself a headache. "No, nono, fuck off."

"There's no need to be rude, darling," the same voice sang, something brushing against Schlatt's cheek.

"So what, are you like some sort of perverted ghost or something??" Schlatt asked, his breath catching in his throat. He really wished he hadn't made Ted leave.

"Not quite," the voice whispered. "Something much worse, I'm afraid."

"Are you going to kill me...?" Schlatt asked, wincing when he felt another pressure against his shoulder.

"I would never, darling."

"Then why are you stalking me??"

"Because I'm obsessed with you," the voice said lowly.

"What does that mean?" Schlatt whimpered, finding it hard to breathe through the fear that clogged his lungs.

"I love you, I need to be near to you, how many ways do you need me to say it?"

Schlatt couldn't tell if he was flattered or terrified. Probably a bit of both.

"S- so... you're not going to kill me?" He whispered.

"I wouldn't dream of it, love..."

Something warm pressed up against his body, a slight pressure on his shoulder. Like someone was hugging him from behind with their head on his shoulder.

"W- why me?"

"Why not you?" The pressure on his shoulder moved slightly, rubbing up against his neck.

Schlatt's breath caught in his throat again, but this time it wasn't entirely from fear. "C- can I see you?"

"I don't think you'll like that, love."

"Why not...?" Schlatt whispered, trying not to flinch when the pressure against him moved, squeezing him tighter.

"Humans like you are usually terrified of me," the voice answered simply. "They don't like demons like me."

"P- please? I swear I won't be more scared than I already am," Schlatt said quietly, though he knew it was a lie. But there was some part of him that needed to see the thing that was stalking him.

The voice was quiet for a moment, though the pressure of it hugging him never left. "...Fine. I guess either way I won't be leaving you alone."

Schlatt found this worrying. The pressure slid away from him before hands covered his eyes from behind. This time they were solid, making them impossible to see through.