You Know What Makes Me Sad? That There Isn't Enough Fluff Content About Schlatt And Quackity. I Am Really

You know what makes me sad? That there isn't enough fluff content about Schlatt and Quackity. I am really upset about it. Yeah, they had pretty toxic moments...but there were good ones. It's hard to tell which were canon, but there were some where they are really adorable together.

Honestly. Even after Sam cut Ponks hand of, there are still very wholesome fanarts of those two or redemption fanfics for Sam and I don't judge this! I don't! This is awesome. I just wish there would be more nice content with the "capitalism duo" or "pumpkin duo", I think there aren't many names for them...but still...

I am so upset that in a couple of minutes or hours I will post a sad headcanon/AU with Schlatt, which I usually don't do.

I am sorry for that ha...ha...I made myself even more sad...Are there any tags I should add? I did add the trigger warning, but just in case...

Trigger warning: Kind of Torture? Canon death mention. Death. Blood. Suicide thought and mention of suicide attempts.

Did I tell you that I am sad? Now I am even more sad, so here is my sad AU of suffering. Enjoy as much as you can, since I am bad at writing long stuff.

•JSchlatts limbo is actually a repeating circle of his own deaths. He suffers through all of his three canon deaths again and again.

•The first times were just painful, there was screaming, there were attempts to escape or change at least something.

•After the tenth death, there was begging of it to just stop and attempts to trade for just peace. He didn't want "revenge" or "another chance", just some peace. So he wouldn't feel the pain in his chest, as if his heart is being squeezed in an iron grip.

•As the circle continued, the ex-president didn't want anything more then to end it as fast as possible. The first death at the festival? He would almost jump at Technoblade, so the firework wouldn't slowly burn him, but instead just blow up in his face or ribcage, so the death would be fast....second death, he would do it faster then the imitation of Quackity ever could. Third death...he would use the broken bottle of whiskey to slice up his own throat...everything better then feeling his heart being ripped out of his chest and heading the laughter around him.

•At one of the last versions of his own death, Wilbur would find him. He was...shocked to say at least. Of course he would wish the man, who destroyed his life suffering....but not at this amount.

•Schlatt didn't act normal, that's for sure, he screamed, backed up from Wilbur, didn't let him get near, always trying to get to the bottle. He clearly didn't see Wilbur as real.

•It took a lot of time to calm the ram-hybrid down...well...he wasn't calm...but he wasn't screaming anymore. Wilbur wanted to believe that this is some kind of manipulation...or trick...but by the dead look in the eyes of his former rival, he really didn't think there is a possibility to fake this.

•During the "reviving" events, Wilbur managed to convince Dream, to take Schlatt with him. He didn't feel sorry...well...maybe a little bit....but not to much, he would be ready to kill him, if Schlatt would give a reason...

•There weren't many places were they could go...so...after weighting all the options, Las Nevadas was considered the...more promising variant.

•Quackity wasn't exactly happy to see Schlatt....and that feeling was oh so mutual...it was almost possible to see how the heart of the former president dropped, he tried to grab the nearest sword immediately and even if the duck hybrid wanted to protect himself, thinking that his ex-fiance wanted to attack him...he was pretty surprised when Wilbur had to stop Schlatt from roaming the sword into his own chest, screaming that this Quackity is real and that they are out of the cursed limbo.

•Some days passed and at the beginning Quackity enjoyed it all, it was funny to see that now Schlatt is the one, who would stay quiet and hold his breath near him...but with time it started to feel wrong...very wrong. He didn't hear a single word from the ram-hybrid. He only talked to Wilbur, so that Quackity wouldn't hear him.

•At some point the duck hybrid even got the feeling that he is genuinely worried about his ex-husband...which feeled even more wrong. Why should he? That's JSchlatt! He deserved it...right?...

•The confusion tortured the owner of Las Nevadas from the inside from the beginning of the day, till the late night...and then Fundy stormed into his room at one of the nights, screaming that Schlatt wouldn't open the door and isn't answering.

•They had to break the door to get in, the former president of Manburg was lying on the floor, in his own blood, that was coming from his arms.

•That was a horrific night. Just some minutes to late and that ram-hybrid would succeed. After that, it was ordered that someone always had to look after him. Most of the time it was Fundy...he clearly had a soft spot for the hybrid and it didn't seem like the ex-president minded. Sometimes Sam or Foolish helped, Wilbur was also often there.

•Just in the later days, Quackity decided that it was his turn, even though...Schlatt was far from being relaxed near him. He was always looking at the casino owners arms...at any objects that could be used for harm...that could be entertaining...but at that rate, it wasn't...it feeled wrong.

•At one of the days, Quackity was making some paperwork, just some casino detail...new machines and all...when he noticed that Schlatt was looking at the documents. "What?" he asked and immediately noticed that the ram-hybrids ears pressed to his head. Damn it...he didn't mean to sound that cold. Schlatt still didn't speak but carefully pointed at one of the paragraphs....and then at the other...Oh....the costs and parameters do not really seem logical...there are too many machines that would be ordered if he would sign...how could he miss it? Well...okay....he didn't get a lot of sleep lately...this is how..."Not bad..." for a second...maybe even less...he could see a glimpse of light in the eyes of a dead man...

Ok. This is...kind of a sketch...like I said I can't write fully fanfiction but here you go! I just want them to have a family dynamic. And yes...this is probably super OOC.

-Quackity...why is Schlatt here? Wasn't he a tyrant and...dead?-

Foolish asked, looking at the former president of Manburg, who was looking around, inspecting the buildings with a skeptical look, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. Quackity sighs, trying to avoid direct eye contact.

-We made a bet....and I lost. So...he stays here...for a while...till I revive him...-

-Revive him? but that's JSchlatt---

-So, who build all this?-

the horned man asks, taking a sip from his glass and continue to...admire the buildings...

-...Me, I build it.-

Foolish says, rather fast...faster then he wanted. Schlatt just nods.

-Looks good. Majestic, you are clearly good at this, you have any degree in such things?-

-....Well...no...actually I am a God, you know...but thanks...-

this came out quietly and less fast then the previous statement, the God was truly flustered. He didn't expect a compliment to his skills, especially from a dictator.

-God? Not bad. Must be a advantage...

-What...against enemies?-

Foolish was ready to get defensive but then heard the answer.

-no, for building. You know, the whole...flying thing...or whatever is your power, I don't really care.-

Schlatt just shrugged, took another sip from his whiskey and continued to walk around.

-dont let your guard down...he may be charismatic, but don't let him fool you...-

Quackity said quietly. But Foolish didn't listen, his skills were appreciated!

***

The whole casino didn't look to bad either, maybe this a place that he could get used to...

-Hello, JSchlatt from Manburg.-

The ram-hybrid almost spilled his drink...almost. He focused his gaze on the strange young...guy?...he had a shap of a guy...but the former president couldn't be sure.

-And...who are you?-

-Oh! I am human...this you can tell by looking at my..completely human form!-

-....Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. And does your human form have a name?-

-Of course! Charlie...this does sound human, right?-

-Well, yes, I assume.-

This time, Schlatt tried to get away from the conversation as fast as possible and continued his journey, hading towards the balcony, he clearly needed a smoke.

-See you later. Glatt from the afterlife gym.-

The man stopped for a moment, how did this...definitely human know about the gym...he decided to question that later and tried to get to the balcony even faster.

-He saw me as a human!-

The slime-boy was just happy that he could convince another person that he is human....

***

Stepping on the balcony and finally getting some fresh air...that isn't really needed for a ghost...but still...Schlatt saw another person and sighed outloud, stepping closer, but still keeping the distance. This person seemed strange...netherit armor...and...oh...it seems, that its Sam...Schlatt does remember him. He lights his cigar, looking down at all the other buildings.

-Seems like you are still "guarding" someone.-

-....You could say so.-

The creeper-hybrid seems to be as calm as always, but his voice gives away some notes of worries. Schlatt stays quiet. He isn't someone who starts "soul to soul conversation"...even if his state as a ghost would mean that every conversation is like this.

-Did you ever....regret, doing the right thing?-

Sam is the one, who breaks the silence, not looking at the former president. The ram-hybrid answered with a laughter.

-Regret is something for people...who are wrong. Isnt it?-

-...What if those right actions hurt the one...that you care about?-

-Eh...what do you mean?-

the ghost inhaled the smoke of his cigar and let lit out after some seconds, it wasn't the same after his death...but it still gave a satisfying burn.

-...You remember Ponk?-

-...The name seems familiar. Eh...the strange guy, who always followed you?-

Schlatt could have sworn that he heard a very quiet chuckle from Sam...those were rare...even extinct.

-Yes...that one....I chopped his arm off...I had to...I needed him to understand that he can't mess with the prison...that nobody can mess with it. That it can get dangerous and he didn't understand it...I......am I a bad person for doing the right thing?-

-I don't think so.-

The answer was so quick and determined that the creeper-hybrid almost thought that he only imagined it. He didn't think that someone would really understand.

-I mean...I didn't order to execute Tubbo just because I am a sick fuck. I mean...that's part of the reason, but I also couldn't everyone think that they could just betray me and get away with it. I think...you did the right thing. Maybe....he will understand that there are sacrifices that have to be done. Sometimes they cost a life...maybe even your own.-

Schlatt let the cigar fall from the balcony and emptied his glass fully, letting it stay on the table nearby. He left, giving Sam the silence and time for thinking that he clearly needs. As soon as the ram-hybrid thought he is done with new encounters, he sees a familiar face...and familiar fox-ears.

-Fundy.....so you are on Quackitys side, heh.-

Schlatt smiled and tilted his head a little bit. The fox stayed quiet, tried to formulate a sentence in his head...he thought so much about a future conversation, but now...when he has a chance, he can't bring himself to say anything.

-Well....I guess, this time I kind of follow your dream, right kid?-

Without any hesitation and even without sarcasm, he just petted Fundy on his shoulder, making his way further.

-See you later.-

Fundy continued to stay there, looking in the direction where Schlatt has gone. He really wanted to say something...but right now he didn't know what and how he could do it. He wanted Schlatt to change his ways...but..right now...after all what he heard from Foolish and Slime...and the little parts of the dialogue that he heard from the side of the balcony...he begins to question...does Schlatt really have to change...or do they all just need to see his point of view...

Haha, yes! There aren't as many as I would wish for, but the ones that exist are pretty nice and comfy! Or the AUs, where Schlatt is a business man (usually its combined with DadSchlatt, which I adore) and...oooh, that's just wonderful...

You know what makes me sad? That there isn’t enough fluff content about Schlatt and Quackity. I am really upset about it. Yeah, they had pretty toxic moments…but there were good ones. It’s hard to tell which were canon, but there were some where they are really adorable together.

Honestly. Even after Sam cut Ponks hand of, there are still very wholesome fanarts of those two or redemption fanfics for Sam and I don’t judge this! I don’t! This is awesome. I just wish there would be more nice content with the “capitalism duo” or “pumpkin duo”, I think there aren’t many names for them…but still…

I am so upset that in a couple of minutes or hours I will post a sad headcanon/AU with Schlatt, which I usually don’t do.

Just a little concept that came to my mind:

Glatt...but nobody sees or hears him. At first he was annoyed, this felt as if everyone was just ignoring him. He hated being ignored, hated not being heard. But after time has passed, he got used to it and found out that he can interact with the world, move objects and other little things.

There wasn't much to do, he just tried to annoy everyone, moving important things and just messing with the citizens of Dream SMP.

He didn't really want to visit Quackity at the beginning but after the first visit...it quickly switched to the second...third...and now he was almost always near him. Listening to his little "speeches", how he would speak sometimes with himself, how he interacts with others and how he rules over Las Nevadas....Glatt had to admit, his fiance did a great job.

At least on the outside. At some nights, that were especially lonely, the young man stood on his balcony, looking at the sky. The moonlight was a nice addition to his beauty, that wasn't worsened even by such a large scar. It even added some charm, at least Schlatt thought and thinks so. Glatt silently joined him, standing by his side, even if he would say something...it would remain unheard.

Then Quackity quietly sighed.

-I am clearly going crazy...-

-M, well, you did some fucked up stuff like eating my heart, but it could have been worse, sweetheart.

-...just...why do I still miss this bastard...everyone tells me, that I should move on. And I fucking know that I should...-

-You clearly should. You know that you shouldn't grief over me....you are just an idiot.- Glatt said to someone, who wouldn't be able to hear him.

-Thats so pathetic...speaking with myself...-

-You are far from pathetic. I mean, you have Dream and fucking Technoblade under your control. Doesn't sound pathetic to me, my sugar pumpkin.- Glatt pushed himself away from the balcony grid and entered his ex-lovers room. Slowly the ram-hybrid walked to the big desk with multiple piles of documents. Still hearing the mumbling of his fiance. The little duck is clearly driving himself mad, overthinking and refunsing to move on. Glatt gently touches one of the piles...and makes them fall to the ground, documents all over the floor, which forced Quackity to look at the mess and let out an annoyed sound of grudge. He made his way to all those important papers, kneeling down and trying to collect them all.

-Damn, sugar. You have more grammatical errors then Tubbo, and he is dyslexic! Maybe ya should sleep more.

-Sometimes....there is really the feeling that someone is talking back to me...Joder ... realmente me estoy volviendo loco- he said quietly and Schlatt understood, not only what exactly was said...but also the kind of frustration. He stared for a long time, while Quackity collected all the papers. Then...an idea came to his mind, hoping that he can still do it. He opened one of the drawers of the work desk...he knew that this duckling kept the ring and the wedding photo...of course he did. Maybe they are both too stubborn.

Quackity immediately looked at the drawer that opened on it's own...great...now he is having hallucinations...wasn't him being alive on this cursed server not enough? His wedding ring, the one that he didn't wear for a long time now...began to float and then...it started to hit the desk in some rythm...that's strange and what should that even...the duck hybrid stopped the thought process right there. As fast as he could, he grabbed a piece of unused paper and a pencil. For his luck, Schlatt started from the beginning, so his fiance would have all the letters...Morse code...of course...and of course his Vice president would be smart enough to figure it out that fast.

One letter after the other and all came together.

-Guess who is back...Flatty Patty-

Rereading the message, Quackity couldn't stop himself from laughing, which led to a smile on his ex-husbands face...

Yeah, that's written fast and badly, but after listening to "Talking to the moon", I just...got this idea...

I just thought that this is funny lol.