I Am In A Sad Mood. Here Is A Sad Thought. If We Consider Schlatt As Tubbos Dad And That He Was The One,

I am in a sad mood. Here is a sad thought. If we consider Schlatt as Tubbos dad and that he was the one, who put him in the box on the side of the road. In that case...what if Schlatts limbo is the exact moment, where he put his son in that box? But the difference is...nobody came to get the kid. This isn't the right script. Phil always goes this way, he should pick Tubbo up...where is he, why isn't he coming? And Schlatt just can't move, can only watch the box, while his instincts shout at him, telling him that he has to get his son back. The only thing, besides his own thoughts, that is heard, are the lamb crys, that come from the box.

I don't know, this is what came as an idea at almost 3 am. I like all the other Limbo ideas, like the "birthday party without guests", but still...dadschlatt always brings me tears...

I just want some fluff guys. So...here is a "AU" where everything is the same...but Quackity and Schlatt actually have a good relationship and...Quackity randomly adopts ducklings. Yes. That's the AU. Quackity will just take more and more ducklings in the white house...and Schlatt will have to just deal with it. Is this some Bs? Maybe. But it seems cute.

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Schlatt: ...Quackity, what do ya have there?

Quackity, while standing with his back turned to his husband and holding a bunch of little duck : ...Nothing?

Schlatt, already done with this all: Ya know that we can't take in even more ducks, sugar.

Quackity: But they were all alone! And...why not? There is enough space...

Schlatt: Because...everywhere I go, there are ducks...and we have Fundy here...he is a fox-hybrid...ya are really teasing him with that...

Quackity, already knowing that he can't argue with that, so he chooses the guilty voice: I know....but please? Common guapito.....those are the last ones...I swear!

Schlatt, already knowing that this is not true, questioning why he agreed to marry this man: Last ones. That or they will be grill-material.

Quackity already nodded wildly, knowing for sure that this was just a shallow threat without the intention to really do such horrible thing.

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Schlatt: ALEX!

This cry was probably heard not only in the White House, but in whole Manburg. As soon as Quackity reached his husband, already holding a sword, thinking that he is in danger, he had to stop himself from almost falling. The scene in front of him was...something...

His husbands hair was messy, probably after his work out routine, tie already untied and he had a...not very pleasant look on his face. In front of his love was the giant bathtub, definitely big enough for two persons....if not three or four...and it was full with water and more importantly...full with duck baby's that were just swimming around. That explains why Schlatt called him.

-...They have to swim from time to time...- the first justification didn't have to wait.

-...Alex. I am sweating after work out, I still have work to do in the office, Wilbur burned our farms, which means that we have to get a new location for it, so we won't starve and the only thing that I want is to take a fucking bath.- The ram wasn't even shouting, which meant that...he really was stressed. He took a breath and then exhaled.

-Take them out and then let me know, when I can come back.-

He left, going to the office and Quackity just started to feel guilty...well...a little bit...he knew that Schlatt wasn't angry at him and that it was just the stress, but he wanted to make the situation better.

Some minutes passed and the duck hybrid opened the door that lead to his husbands office, which surely wasn't small. At the sound of the door opening and closing, the ram-hybrids ears twitched a little bit and he looked up, looking...more tired then anything else. Nobody said anything. Quackity just walked to the desk, stept to his husbands side, letting his own hands on the broad shoulders. He left a gentle kiss on the cheek of his man, smiling weakly. Schlatt exhaled loudly.

-I shouldn't have shout.- This was enough of an apology, that wasn't even needed.

-It's okay...how about that...we take a relaxing bath together and take the rest of the day as free of work?...-

-Sugar...I already told you, there is a lot to handle right now---

-I know...I know...but Fundy and Tubbo are there...-

-We can't shove this work on two kids. This will be a disaster.-

-They will handle it just fine...and if not, then we will stop everything before the nation burns to ashes...common Schlatt...mi amor...pumpkin spice...love of my life...-

-Okay...okay...a bath and two hours free....not more...-

-I can work with that...- The duck hybrid said with a gentle smile, scratching his husband behind the long ears, quietly chuckling when they twitch from the action. Just a little bit of patience and everything will be fine.

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I just thought that this is funny lol.

Some short, but in my opinion cute headcanons. (Ps: There is a lot with Schlackity...so...dont like=dont read, thank you and have a nice day)

•JSchlatt would leave some kisses on Quackitys scar. (I really like the theme with "kissing the scars")

•Quackity is better with words then actions, when it comes to apologies. Schlatt is the opposite, he will not say that he is "sorry" or admit his fault, to much of a ram for it, but he will try to make up for it with gifts or other activities. Like taking Quackity out for a date, just having nice moments together after a long work day etc.

•JSchlatt has a little tail that he tries to hide with his work blazer or just with pants that go above the tail, it isn't comfortable.

•On quiet evenings, Schlatt would help Quackity to groom his wings, they are sensitive, which is why the duck hybrid was very hesitant at the beginning. It is a sign of trust.

•After his death, Glatt came with Quackity to Las Nevadas. The relationship is shattered of course...but not beyond repair.

•The most accepting of the whole crew is Fundy. He actually missed Schlatt.

•At one of the days, the fox-boy decided to surprise everyone with breakfast....and...well...a surprise it was. There was toast which made Glatt paranoid and he lost the sense of reality, just staying in his "dying room". (Yes. He made himself a dying room.)

•This was the first time that he and Quackity had a long and serious conversation.

•The duck hybrid helped his ex fiance to calm down and believe that he isn't dying again.

•In most rooms there are thick curtains, since Glatt can't go out in the sun. There will always be someone with him, to close the curtains.

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...