One-Shot Blots

Schlatt In The Past (Part 1)

(Hello! This is a quick message from the author. Before you read the story, I would just like to say that I got the idea from a YouTuber by the name of Dream Simp. I'll have a link up above to their channel if you wish to check it out, as this one-shot is pretty much a written version of their amazing series. Thanks, Aaron.)

-3rd Person POV: Omniscient-

It was later on in the day, maybe five o'clock PM, and the scene was set in a peaceful field of grass, swaying ever so slightly in the evening breeze. The sky shone down it's hazy, half-moon gaze upon the field, and everything was calm. That is, until the portal appeared. Warping and blue, glowing eerily, it dropped out a figure, popping out of existence shortly afterwards. The figure looked peaked out of it's brown-ish gray eyes at the world around it, it's hands clasped together tightly in fear. When it saw no immediate threats, it moved it's head around to see where it was with the simple thought of 'where am I?'

Shrugging slightly, it stood up, bringing it's last memory to mind. Maybe to orient itself, or maybe just for comfort, either fit. Last it knew, it was doing a challenge with it's close friend, Wilbur Soot. It's baby blue sweater said as much, sopping wet from being dunked in water. The rest of it's outfit was simple: black shorts, with white socks, and black and white converse. It also had a black kerchief tie around it's arm, and last, but certainly not least, a red scarf. It's physical features, in a basic description, were short, it's messy, side-swept white blonde hair falling over it's horns, as well as somewhat covering its well-framed face. It's light olive skin was soft and rosy, and it had a golden halo adorning it's head, signifying purity. It sighed. Might as well start walking-

Just then, a man it knew well walked into the clearing, chocolate brown hair underneath a gray hat. His black coat on top of his white shirt made him almost unrecognizable, as he normally wore a yellow jacket. His dark blue pants were tucked in neatly under a pair of black shoes, a light pink kerchief tie around his leg. He had bandages on his hands, maybe attained from a fight, as well as a leather strap around his chest, likely for the guitar that he loved to play. His diamond sword glinted in his grasp as he spotted the other, who happily thought 'Wilbur', running up to it's friend. He had just enough time to wonder 'who the hell is that?' before he was tackle-hugged, barely keeping on his feet. Just as he recognized it as Schlatt, it cried, "Wilbur! Where the hell are we?" He looked at it in skepticism, asking, "Is this a joke, or something?"

It looked up at him, the confusion imminent in it's eyes. "What?" He noticed the dead look in his friend's eyes, and began to ask, "And why are you so-" But he wasn't able to finish, as Wilbur yelled, "UGH, STOP AVOIDING THE FUCKING QUESTION!" It whimpered, putting it's hands over it's mouth, and curling into a ball, hands moving over it's head. "S-So loud.." It murmured, earning a semi-shocked glance from the previously yelling Wilbur. He looked away from it with a sigh, hearing it say "I'm sorry..." He exhaled, telling the other that it was fine with a small eye roll. It smiled slightly. "O-Okay.." Wilbur made a quick decision, almost immediately regretting it afterwards as it clung to him. "Well, since you don't know what's happening, I'll bring you with me." Earning another grateful smile. "Okay."

-Time Skip: Five Minutes-

Tommy And Tubbo were busy conversing in the small space above their cavern as Wilbur walked in, calling Tommy's name only once with an annoyed look. Tommy walker over to Wilbur, Tubbo leaving the room, and the creature from earlier clinging to Wilbur. Tommy raised an eyebrow, not yet seeing it, and looked up at his brunette friend. "What is it?" He asked curiously. Wilbur took a small, yet deep breath, closing his eyes, before opening them, and explaining. "Well, we have a problem, but you can't mention it to anyone else." Tommy shrugged. "Okay." Wilbur sighed, moving it in front of him, though it still cling to him like a newborn kitten to it's mother. "Well, we have to deal with him." Tommy's eyes widened, and his confused smile turned into a frown. "Is that-" Wilbur interrupted him, confirming his thoughts. "Yes, it is. He doesn't know what's happening." Wilbur added, as if that somehow made it better.