JESSIE'S GIRL . ( sapnap . )

i. schlatt the simp

 

˗ˏˋ grace's stream'ˎ˗

"Hello everybody!" Grace smiled as she started her stream. She pulled some bulky headphones over her head and readied her screen. Logging into Minecraft, the eighteen year old smiled at the sight of all of the buildings. "So today, Wilbur told me that his friend Jschlatt's going to be joining the SMP! Don't think Dream knows yet, but give it twenty minutes. I'm sure Schlatt will get himself banned."

Gracey giggled as she started maneuvering her character. She spotted Tommy running around and eating carrots. Joining their call, she said hello before Wilbur continued to talk about his ball house.

"You ran right by me you idiot." The sound of a New York accent invaded her headphones. Never having met the dude, Grace piped down immediately. She physically slid down in her chair as if that would make her disappear.

"W-where are you?" Tommy's voice shook.

"Right by the chickens." Schlatt responded. "Hey, c'mere!"

Gracey followed closely behind Tommy as they both approached the very intimidating man.

"What's up- man?"

Grace snorted at Tommy's embarrassing attempt to start a conversation. "Who the hell is this?" Schlatt asked, looking at George.

Only really knowing Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo, it was a surprise when Dream invited her into the SMP. She met both George and Sapnap through the green piss baby, but Grace still found herself being a bit nervous around them. She remained quiet in hopes that nobody was waiting for her to answer.

"That's - uh, George." Tom answered. Awkwardly muttering a few hums.

"Oh."

"Where is everybody going? Why is everyone leaving my ball house?"

"I'll come back, Wil! Hang on." Grace finally spoke up.

"Wilbur, what is going on. I am so confused. You got ladies in here?"

"Do you like balls Schlatt?" Wilbur spoke over his friend, changing the subject.

"You know I like Balls."

"Do you like houses, Schlatt?" Wilbur continued.

"I'm actually prejudiced against homeless people. You shoulda seen the last homeless person I saw on the streets of New York City."

Wilbur blew into his mic. "Pfft, I don't know if I could stomach it."

Grace awkwardly chuckled at the exchange.

"Yeah no, he couldn't stomach it either cause there was poison in the food I gave him..."

Everybody shared a laugh at the dark joke before Schlatt started to get frustrated.

"Wilbur, where are you-"

Tommy ran in front of Jschlatt and started to direct him towards the ball house.

"Yeah, just follow the child." Wilbur laughed. "The child will show you."

"I am- no.." Tommy sighed.

"Who's this child that keeps following me? He's like five years old, seven tops." Jschlatt slyly commented.

Tommy sputtered for an answer. "I- no, actually.. you're following me. How are you, guy?"

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After a long couple of minutes, the group of players finally located Wilbur. Tommy, Tubbo, and Gracey were whispering back and forth to each other in the messages as Schlatt and Wilbur conversed.