I'm Sorry, Kid ~ Dadschlatt AU

{5}

Jonathan, Jason, Jebidiah, Schlatt, Jschlatt...however people knew him, he was a well known guy...mostly. So it came as a surprise to him when not many people in the area knew him; he only really became big after his presidency and his evil scheming. But if it brought in power and money, then he was fine with it.

Seeing his son after fifteen years was not something he was expecting on the day he pulled up to L'manburg. Admittedly he'd forgotten he had a child - a move he did purposely. Schlatt blocked out any memory of a child, especially of his own. It was easier this way to get through life.

A week or so after dumping Tubbo outside Philza's house, Schlatt spent the whole time simply slumped in a corner somewhere regretting everything. Regretting even having a child in the first place. Not that he remembered it - the alocholic was quite obviously off his face that night.

"But imagine how much easier it would've been to just shoot the fucking thing when I had the chance," he told himself one day. "Atleast that way I wouldn't have anything to make me feel." Jason downed atleast three cases in that one week. Three's just the minimum number.

A day after he gained full power, Schlatt began work on his indoor areas. His office, where he and Tubbo would spend a lot of time; next door, where Quackity and George would be. He ensured everybody in his country - which was now to be named Manburg - had a job and stuck to it. Every single one benefited himself more than anyone else.

Tubbo eventually arrived at the White House, one of Wilbur's beanies pulled over his horns and ears. They were still small, but if anybody were to see he'd go crazy.

"Tubbo! There's my man!" Schlatt welcomed the teenager in, an arm on the top of his back. The touch sent a violent electric feeling through Tubbo, and through Schlatt too. Bonded.

"Good morning Mr. Sch- I mean, Jason." He smiled awkwardly, looking around the room. "It looks great in here!" The smile upon his face deepened, becoming real.

"Thanks, kid. It's a work in progress. Please, take a seat at your desk!" Again he leads Tubbo around, taking him to the little wooden desk in the corner, where there was an engraved bar of gold - 'Right Hand Man Tubbo'. The sight confused Tubbo for a moment, but the older man (who was, unknowlingly, his actual dad) explained. "Well as you took up the job opportunity to be my right hand man, I wanted to pay you back with somwthing. So I thought hey, fuck it, you could have a place in my office! Plus in means we can get closer. I need a friend in this goddamn place."

"That's awesome! Thank you, sir." The younger says, receiving a smile back from Schlatt, followed by a "let's get this hat off. Jesus you gotta be boilimg in that!" And so the hat was removed by the president - revealing the horns and ears just like his own.

"Holy shit, are those what I think they are?" Schlatt touches one of the horns first, gradually making his way down to the slowly growing ears. "You look like me. That's cool, right?"

"I guess? It's just...weird..." Tubbo mumbled out. He hated every aspect of this. But maybe he has answers? It might be some cool power thing! I mean, dad would've told me if it was something I was meant to expect, so that rules that out. I hope.

a/n: imma leave it here cuz i hate this chapter lol i just love writing so like,, have it. it was gunna get more interesting but i remembered this is only chapter 5, which is too soon to get really dramatic. so...yeah.