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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...

Continuation of my last post. Because I wanted to make up for it. Don't know how to call this AU. Maybe "Cursed Limbo" or so... Part one:

Its a pretty calm day...that's worrying, usually it's not that quiet. Fundy made his way to the room, that was given to the ex-president. The fox-hybrid actually wanted to give him a tour around Las Nevadas...since Schlatt didn't really get one, when he got here.

The young ginger slowly let his long ears down, pressed to his head, it was quiet behind the door and that gave him bad memories about the night where he saw Schlatt, in his own blood...this let shiver down his spine. bad memories, that's for sure.

Fundy knocked at the door. -Schlatt...are you coming out?- at first there was silence, which already gave a bad feeling but then, a piece of paper was shoved under the door. Since Schlatt still preferred to stay non-verbal, this was the easiest way to communicate...he is not dead, that's good...

The fox-hybrid picked the paper up and read it...it said a simple no. Fundy was now confused -What, why? Nobody but us two, it's pretty earlie. Why won't you come out?-. another paper and this time, Fundy almost dropped it after reading....it said:

I won't come out, because I am not gay.

A quiet chuckle escaped Fundy...that's unbelievable. The door opened with an annoying noise.

-Did you...really wait the whole time...just to make this joke?- a little nod was the answer. This wasn't much...but Fundy was actually glad that Schlatt seemed to be relaxed enough for such a silly thing. It was strange, but kind of familiar in some way. Still not much...but it seems like progress. Even if those are really small steps, Fundy believes that they are heading the right way.

And here is another little drabble about the "Cursed Limbo AU". I just try to practice writing and I got a little idea.

Trigger Warning: Mention of suicide thoughts and depressive behavior.

It was already night. Stars filled the night sky and illuminated Las Nevadas, that seemed to never sleep and always be busy. After Technoblades escape there was no time to relax. More security. More patrols. This wasn't something that you would like to have, when you have a former tyrant, who was just a shell of his former self, as a guest.

Roaming through the halls, Fundy often had to stop himself. His long tail slowly waving, while his heartbeat wouldn't calm down. Everyone was busy, but someone had to watch Schlatt. Just to be sure that he wouldn't do anything that he would regret. Despite everything that happened in the past, the young fox-hybrid really couldn't feel hatred towards the ex-president. He was determined to be responsible, this is his choice and he will stand by it. Schlatt will have company today, if he likes it or not. Even though...the former president really didn't seem to care if someone is in the room, that was part of the reason, why Fundy was so hesitant. After he took a deep breath, he continued his path, slowly moving towards the room. Silence. This was always the only welcome they all seem to get...well...besides Wilbur. This honestly brings Fundys blood to boil a little. Why is it Wilbur, who is trusted? It is just not right.

The young fox had to stuff those thoughts away, as far in his subconscious, that he could just block it and never think about it again. Three quiet knocks at the door. Firstly silence...but then the door was slowly opened. Fundy tried to give his most welcoming smile. His eyes met Schlatts....they seemed so lifeless. This almost let a shiver down Fundys spine. Those eyes kind of reminded him of Ghostburs....but Ghostbur was...well...a ghost...and Schlatt is revived, he shouldn't have the eyes of a dead man...

It seemed like the fox-hybrid stared for too long. The ex-president already made some steps back and avoided his gaze. This is awkward. A quiet exhale and Fundy enters the room, closing the door and making the other free bed ready for himself. Schlatt just lied down on his own bed, staring at the ceiling, rarely blinking. He was even more...apathetic then usual, which made Fundy nervous. He lied down, but faced Schlatts bed.

-...Schlatt...could you promise me something?-

The ram hybrids ears twitched a little bit, before he looked at the young man.

-...Please....don't kill yourself tonight...-

Fundy could hear his own heartbeat...it was fast...almost painful. Schlatt seemed to hold his breath for a moment. Then he reached for a notebook and a pen, slowly writing something down and then showing it to the fox-hybrid with a weak smile.

"Not in your presence Fundy."

The fox ears were pressed to the young man's head, he slowly nodded.

-...Sorry...I didn't want it to...sound that way-

In that moment Schlatt changed his expression, seemingly more troubled and began to write something down fast, before showing it to Fundy once again.

"You are clearly not the one who should apologize here."

This took the ginger by surprise, but he just nodded silently, not looking away, even after the ram-hybrid put his notebook on the nightstand. He was looking at the ceiling again, as if he would avoid even the chance to meet the others eyes. This is definitely something that Fundy should bring up later. It makes him uncomfortable that another person would think of themselves as "unworthy for an apology" because, honestly, at this rate, Fundy doesn't need an apology. He just wants to hear the former presidents voice again.

First part:

Second part:

Remember my "Cursed Limbo AU"? Yeah...I wanted to draw Fundy comforting Schlatt...(not a ship art but you can see it as such if you like)

The cursed Limbo AU is back. I wish I would write this...better. But I wanted to just write a short "sketch", so yeah...Warning: This work contains the mentioning of panic attacks and self harm, depressive behavior is also included.

Three loud knocks where made at the door that leads to Quackitys office. Fundy tried to keep his calm and confident attitude. This was important. After the formal "come in", the fox hybrid entered the office, quietly closing the door behind him.

-So...you wanted to talk to me?- even though Q was clearly paying more attention to some blueprints and other documents, he still made eye contact with Fundy.

-Yes...well...you see...- the young boy took a deep breath, this was harder than he would think but he can do it, if he says everything fast enough.

-I thought that you could maybe give me some paper work, I know that I told you that I don't like paper work and this is why I didn't get it but I thought that Schlatt could use some work, because he is in his room all the time, doing nothing and I think that some work could help him to get better and be more relaxed!- at the end of this hyper long sentence, the ginger boy was breathing heavily. Quackity looked at him with confusion, trying to process everything that has been said. It was still hard to get used to Schlatts behavior. Q was also getting the feeling that the ram was purposefully avoiding him. It was a shame that Wilbur didn't feel the need to explain what exactly happened in Schlatts limbo but Quackity guessed that it had something to do with torture and with...him. Otherwise he couldn't explain Schlatts reaction to every sudden move.

-You know what? I think that you are right. But....I will bring him the...papers myself. Without you.- the duck hybrid tried to emphasize the word "you". The fox hybrid pressed his ears to his head, looking away. He didn't really want to deal with another panic attack from the older mans side.

-Well...I...in that case you should know some things...- Quackity just gave away a quiet "mhm", choosing some of the documents, nothing too important and mostly just....the things that he didn't want to do himself.

-Okay...so...don't be too loud, seems like he can't really deal with yelling right now, don't touch him. At all. Only if he let's you know that you can do it. Try to....not stare at him, it makes him nervous and he then tries to straighten his clothes or do something else. If you see that he is starting to...scratch his palm or the back of his hand, tell him calmly to stop and ask what is wrong. He isn't doing it to get attention, he is mostly doing it....without realizing....-

-You seem to spend a lot of time with him.- Fundy was surprised by this statement and tried to look away.

-....Well. He is interesting.- this is true but the main reason why the fox boy stays with the former president will remain untold, maybe some will guess it, when they see that he still keeps the former tyrants sword or that he was the one who visited Schlatts grave from time to time...but if not, he will not tell it himself.

As soon as every formality was discussed, Quackity left the office with the needed papers. He will just give them to the ram hybrid, explain what to do and that's it. He isn't doing it because he wants to see Schlatt. Of course not. He is just making sure that his ex isn't playing any tricks and isn't planning to ruin his country. Yes. This is the reason. Repeating that to himself, Q finally came to the room. Firm knocks and after a moment, a note was put under the door. Even though Quackity found that strange, he still read it.

-Give me a minute.

-its me, Schlatt. Can you....open the door? I have a key, you know?- who even needs a minute to open a door? The revived man was surely kidding. Well....the first question was answered the moment the ram hybrid opened the door. His curly hair was totally wet, it was also way longer then to his presidency time, and he was half-naked. Another note was shown.

-Fundy said that I should take a shower. Didn't know that you would come.

This shouldn't be that awkward. They were married. Quackity tried to focus on something else and...well...the focus lied down on the deep scars which were all over the ram hybrids hands, this made the young hybrid actually more uncomfortable. Schlatt took some steps back, beginning to dress up. It was strange to not see him in a suit but it's probably reasonable. A suit has many parts and takes longer to put on and Fundy said that at some times Schlatt is behaving way more apathetic.

-....Okay...listen, Fundy said that you could use some work to not be tied to your bed 24/7. Here are some documents, you know...for sorting out and everything. This is something familiar and similar to the ones that you had during the presidency.- Q stepped in, closing the door and looking around, it was surprisingly tidy...maybe it's only because of Fundy. The second bed seems to be occupied way more often.

-Fundy spends a lot of time here. Isn't it right?- Schlatt just took the documents, trying hard not to touch Qs fingers and having a high focus on his ring fingers.

-Yes. Though, he doesn't seem to sleep well.

-Yeah...he...he said that he had sleep problems or something like that.- The ram hybrid only nodded and looked away, caressing the documents with his thumbs.

-Got remarried?-

this question was a little bit suprising and was making Quackity remember that he was left behind but...this was definitely not the truth that he could tell right now.

-Yep. You know...Karl and Sapnap....yeah...they are awesome, never felt better.- the documents found their place on a small desk. Schlatt then proceeded to write a new note.

-Thats good.-

the older hybrid ghosted with his fingers over his own ring finger, he still wore the ring, mostly because he didn't think about taking it off. He slowly started to leave little marks with his nails on the back of his hand.

-...Schlatt. Stop that.- maybe that sounded to harsh but at least it worked, the ram hybrid looked confused, before he looked down at his hands. The back of his hand had little scratches that already started to bleed. He slowly took the notebook back in his hands. Writing.

-Where did the scar come from?-

at first this was a confusing question but then Q slowly covered his left eye with his palm, as if he just remembered that the scar is still there.

-This...eh...a gift from Technoblade. It's old. Don't really care anymore.-

-Seems like you do care. If you speak that way. Sorry. Shouldn't have asked.-

for a moment, Q completely stopped, reading the same word again and again. "Sorry". When was the last time he heard it? And more importantly...when was the last time he heard it from Schlatt out of all the people on this cursed server?

-...Its okay....scars heal, don't they?- he tried to laugh it off but stopped, when Schlatt wrote something new in the notebook.

-No. Wounds heal. Scars stay forever.-

complete silence fell, before Q decided to leave the room.

-...I have still work to do. You know how it is...being the leader of a country is not an easy task...Take your time with the document...and...Schlatt, don't avoid me.- without a moment for reaction, Quackity just left the room, closing the door. Maybe their relationship is a scar. Maybe it will never heal. But...with time it may become more bearable. This visit proved just one thing. This man is not the same that Quackity killed on the 17th October.

We love hurt/comfort right? So here is the Cursed Limbo AU....but with a different comfort this time! This one is short (TW: Night terrors, panic attacks, slight self harm)

Your gentle touch...

Even during the latest night, Las Nevadas seemed to stay awake, light was turned on everywhere, enlightening every part of this great country. The only place where it was relatively calm and quiet was Schlatts room, well...it was quiet.

The ram hybrid slightly flickered with his long ears, which catched the sound of muttering, someone was twisting and turning on the other bed. He slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the dark of his room, blinking multiple times, looking up at the ceiling. Slowly he got himself up on his elbows, looking to the side of the other bed. The blanket was already on the floor and the young fox hybrid, who spend almost every night in this room, turned chaotically in his bed, frowning, growling and frequently opening and closing his mouth, trying to breath. Schlatt couldn't remember the last time he saw Fundy trying to sleep....but now he understands why he wouldn't do it.

The older Male got up from his own bed, looking at the door for a moment. He should probably get someone. He is surely not the right person to calm someone down. How many options are there? Quackity, who is most likely awake, probably doesn't want to see him, he doesn't know Slime too much and saw him only a couple of times, this hybrid surely doesn't know how to handle such a situation, Sam is not around and he doesn't have time to search for him.

With all those thoughts the ram hybrid didn't notice that he started to breath too fast and scratching his palm. This is bad. It's not time for hyperventilation. Not now. Schlatt gulped and looked up, trying to calm down his own breathing, slowly separating his hand from each other, to make sure that he didn't continue the scratching. The fox boy shouldn't wake up to the touch of bloody hands. One inhale...and one exhale. Repeat.

Slowly the older Male focused his attention back on Fundy, approaching his bed and hesitantly putting a hand on his shoulder, the younger hybrid shivered, breathing too fast for his own good. Under the touch the hybrids body tensed up, Schlatt slowly reached with his hand Fundys cheek, gently caressing it. It was wet, not pleasant. Some seconds, if not less, passed till the young hybrid screamed and opened his eyes, waking up and grabbing Schlatts hand. The ram hybrid didn't move, only hold his own breath. He wanted to get away; from the touch, from the noise, wanted to close his ears. But all those wishes were dismissed, when he saw how Fundys body slowly relaxed and he changed his expression from terrified to confused and questioning. No words fell from each lips.

The ram hybrid lowered his gaze, thinking what to do next, before he slowly put away his hand and opened his arms, looking unsure but still inviting. Fundy was hesitant at first but then went for the tight hug. His whole body was shivering and he was breathing heavily, pressing his ears to his head. Schlatt gently petted his head, right between the ears, putting one arm around his waist, slowly swaying from side to side a little.

For a moment he slightly opened his mouth, looking down at the fox hybrid but then closed it again, just hugging him some more. He continued the soft gesture till Fundys body fully relaxed and he could hear quiet snuffling, the young hybrids head was now resting on his shoulder.

Tw: depressive behavior, eating disorder (sort of) (if you don't like this kind of stuff, block the Tag "Cursed Limbo AU". I use this Tag if I write about it)

Please eat

The sound of slot machines and foreign voices that were discussing a variety of things filled the building. The falling of chips, celebration of winning and the anger and frustration over losing everything. Fundy was looking around the casino, holding documents in his hands, pressing them to his chest. It was getting crumpled but the young hybrid didn't really care. Those documents were only a tool. If it is related to work then Quackity couldn't avoid him.

And oh...avoid he did him. After the owner of Las Nevadas had a "talk" with Schlatt, he found any reason to not talk with Fundy. There is a reason. Of course there is. Q was sure that Schlatt would ask Fundy about the marriage situation and he is not willing to be humiliated like that. Schlatt finding out that his current relationship is not working out, that's the worst scenario.

The fox hybrid tried to catch any sound that could serve as a hint to Quackitys location and finally, the sound of wing flatter and light footsteps. Fundy tightened his grip on the documents, accelerating his steps, slowly waving with his foxtail. When he finally yelled the Hispanic mans name, he Gould have sworn that he never saw a person change their direction quite as fast.

-I have the documents. The ones that you gave Schlatt!- Fundy tried to sound determined. Fortunately, his words worked and Q stopped, exhaled and turned to face the fox hybrid, smiling politely, reaching with his hand forward.

-Good. give them to me and I watch over them later.- this wasn't the plan. Fundy stopped in front of the other man but kept the documents.

-We need to talk. More specific....I need to ask you something.- the duck hybrid rolled his eyes, he is not in the mood for a talk. Especially not for a talk about Schlatt but Fundy didn't even wait for his answer.

-What does Schlatt like? I mean food wise.- for a few seconds, Quackity just looked at him with confusion, of course this is better than the scenario that he had in mind....but this was still a strange question.

-Why are you asking?....- the fox hybrid looked away for the first time, pressing down his long ears.

-...Its just...he didn't really eat in quite a while...I didn't notice right away because he mostly gave me back an empty plate. And...yeah....I just thought that...maybe if it's something he likes then he would eat it...- at this moment, Fundy began to lower his voice. There was a moment of silence between the two man.

-Well...what about toast? I am sure he would just die from happiness.- this comment drew the fox hybrids attention back to Quackity, his jaw clenched. The duck hybrid faked an amused smile.

-This is not funny. Not in the slightest. You know what?- the younger male forcefully handed Quackity the documents, some of which had little holes, caused by his claws, some of the papers slowly met the floor.

-I shouldn't even have asked. I just...I thought that maybe you would be willing to help because Schlatt wasn't in any way distressed after your visit, he...he smiled God dammed. But...seems like I was wrong....enjoy looking through the papers.- the young hybrid made his way to the exit, avoiding anyone's glance, he could handle this situation by himself. Quackity didn't move, just looking at the amount of documents and trying to mentally justify his own actions.

Fundy tried his best to make the meal on the plate look more appealing. Changing the way its plated again and again till he was satisfied with the result. He then slowly approached Schlatts room, stopping in front of the door. He had to be honest with himself, he was quite nervous. He can't really force the ex-president to eat but he is sure that Schlatt is not far from the state of loosing consciousness. At least, this was the impression that Fundy had the last time that he saw the ram hybrid. Pushing those thoughts aside, the young hybrid knocked at the door, waiting till Schlatt opened it, taking a few steps back then.

He had black circles under his eyes, seems like the nightmares and troubles with sleep have returned. The older mans hair was a mess and he clearly needs a haircut but the fox hybrid tried to ignore that, he knows that Schlatt isn't really satisfied with his looks right now. The corners of Fundys mouth lifted, giving away a soft but slightly tired smile. He entered the room and closed the door behind him, placing the plate on the table. His ears twitched at the sound of a pen scribbling on paper of a notebook, he turned around and was met by the words.

Not hungry. Sorry.

Fundy tried to keep his smile.

-Thats okay...you don't have to eat right now.- the young fox hybrid sat down on "his" bed.

-....do you...want some help with your hair?- he tried to ask as careful as he possibly could. Schlatt only analyzed the floor with his gaze, scratching the back of his hand and thinking. Does he want help? Does he need help? Is his hair that much of a problem? Is he a nuisance for needing help with something that easy?

Fundy softened his gaze and stood up, getting the hairbrush, which wasn't used in quite a while. He sat back and spread his legs a little bit.

-Come, sit down....its all okay....you are fine...- his voice was soft, practically a whisper in which you could almost feel the warmth of his smile. Even if the older man acted still hesitant, he took a seat on the floor in front of the fox hybrid.

-Good....it can hurt a little bit...I want to try and get rid of the knots...just let me know if it is too much. I...I will now touch you. Okay?- the answer didnt come right away but the ram hybrid nodded, picking at his cuticles and trying to take a deep breath. Giving Schlatt more than a minute to prepare himself for the touch, Fundy began to brush his hair, starting at the tips. His motions were fast but gentle, he stopped sometimes to ask if the older man is still okay with the touch. Sometimes he had to use his fingers to get rid of the more stubborn knots and then continue the brushing, being more careful, when he had to do it near the horns. The ram hybrid already closed his eyes, flickering with his long ears and trying to not throw his head back.

-...You are doing very good.- it's always weird to get praises for something so simple but it still made the ram hybrid smile weakly. Moments later, Fundy placed the hairbrush on the bed, looking at the work that he did. The ex-presidents curly hair already reached his shoulder blades which is way longer, compared to his hairlengh during the presidency. The young hybrid gently stroke the mans ears, they flickered as a reaction to the compassionate touch. A nice silence took place in the room and was only interrupted by the rumbling of Fundys stomach which caught Schlatts attention. The ram hybrid grabbed his notebook, beginning to write and then showing it to the younger man.

You should eat something.

This was the fox hybrids chance.

-I am not really hungry.- the ram hybrid turned to face him, he looked confused and slightly worried, writing again.

Your stomach growled. You are clearly hungry. You should eat.

Fundy tilted his head, smiling a little bit.

-...What if we just eat together? You know....if you are not hungry and I am not hungry....then we could be not hungry together and just eat something.....you...don't need to eat much. Just keeping me company...think you could do it?- the fox hybrid slowly stood up from the bed, approaching the table and taking the plate, sitting down next to the ram hybrid. Schlatt chewed on his bottom lip, looking to the side.

-....Please.- Fundy still kept his voice calm, even though there was a slight trembling. After some moments of silence, the older man slowly took the plate in his own hands, they were very shakey. He took the first bite, not even concentrating on a attempt of recognizing the food, swallowing almost without chewing. The fox hybrid didn't hold back a smile, which didnt fade even after Schlatt made him eat almost half of the meal.

Fundy left the room in the evening, to bring away the dirty dishes and the laundry, meeting Quackity, who seemed to make his way towards Schlatts room but stopping in front of Fundy. Uncomfortable silence was between them. The duck hybrid let out a defeated exhale and handed the ginger man a list.

-....That's what I could remember. Maybe his preferences changed....but....yeah....that's all that I wanted to give you.- not waiting for any answer, Quackity tried to leave, still hearing Fundys words that slipped after a moment or processing.

-...Thank you.-

Cursed Limbo. You know the deal! This Chapter contains blood, panick attack, sort of derealisation, self-harm. Quackity tries his best...

When I speak

Light but confident footsteps echoed quietly, very easily to miss, through the halls of the hotel, Quackity made his way to the room that was getting more and more familiar. He didn't plan to visit often and he didn't, just giving some documents, mostly the ones that he didn't want to deal with by himself. It wasn't so often that he would stay alone with Schlatt, most of the time, Fundy was around. The fox got way more protective after just one joke. Not that Q couldn't understand that. He could imagine that, since even after seeing Quackity for the first time Schlatt already tried to end his own revived life, a reminder of his probably most painful and slow death would be a big trigger.

He stopped in front of the door, there was mostly silence behind it and the owner of Las Nevadas already wanted to knock but stopped himself when he finally heard something new. Soft, barely audible humming. This actually made Quackity hold his breath for a short while, his mind was consumed by memories. Of better days. Schlatt didn't do that often but whenever he got too focused on something or distracted himself, he would actually hum, it was almost subconsciously. He would stop every time when Quackity asked him about it, which is why the duck hybrid stopped, just listening, sometimes trying to guess the song or gently stroke his husbands ears, holding back the laughter when they flicker, giving his fingers a little, soft slap.

Quackity tried to stop himself from a soft but sad smile. Those were good memories and therefore a reminder that it will never be like this again. Definitely not after all that happened. Exhaling, he made a few louder stomps, making sure that Schlatt would hear him and...like he suggested, the humming stopped at the same moment.

Quackity knocked at the door and opened it afterwards but not entering the room, looking at his ex, who was now panicking and trying to get the bandages back on his arm. Considering that the older wounds were bleeding again, he scratched them open. Q stepped in and quietly closed the door.

-Hey...hey...calm down...- it was possible to see how the ram hybrid started to breath faster, climbing on the bed, getting farther away. Blood from the scratched open wounds was slowly flowed down his arm. Schlatt definitely tried to stop it with the bandages, that are already stained with dried blood. Quackity tried to act fast, letting the documents go, leaving them to fly across the floor, creating a mess. The younger hybrid made his way to the bathroom, grabbing all the bandages that he could find, throwing everything else to the side, creating a lot of crashes and clanking. This actually made the ram more nervous, he couldn't get his breathing under control and he was digging back into his wounds with his nails, painting them red. It was all too loud. Why was there so much noise? The ram hybrid flickered with his ears more often, starting to shake his head, staring at his bloody hands. Which death was it? Second? Only the second had so much blood, right? Where is there arrow this time? is it---every attempt to get a grip on the situation was interrupted by a scream. Was he screaming? he wasn't sure. He opened his mouth but he can't hear himself. Someone was grabbing his shoulders, hands are small but the grip is firm. Not a good touch. Schlatt tried to back off, meeting the cold wall with his back and finally meeting the eyes of the other person. Quackity. He looked....strange....he was saying something. All words were blocked by the loud sound of explosions, fireworks. The next moment, the owner of Las Nevadas tried to grab his bleeding arm. No touch....the revived president immediately pressed his arm to his own chest, painting the blue sweater red but finally....no sound....silence and then just Qs voice. He tried to show that he has bandages in his hands.

-Schlatt! Schlatt....look....fuck...look around....you are okay...your are safe...you are nowhere near the Limbo....you understand me?...- the duck hybrid was heavily breathing, he never thought that seeing his ex that frightened would....sicken him. This felt wrong.

Schlatt was chaotically looking to the sides, this wasn't Manberg, right? No walls....nothing white....not the White House....finally he examined Quackitys hands. Just bandages....not a bow....nothing else that could be sharp enough to pierce his throat.

-Good....now...now breath....you are hyperventilating...and you are losing blood...you are going to lose consciousness if you don't stop...- while Schlatt tried to take deep breathes, the duck hybrid got a glimpse of his neck, which is usually covered with the turtleneck of his sweater. Three deep scars in a row, which are formed like arrowheads. Quackity slowly lowered his gaze.

-....Okay....so...now, can I touch you?- this sounded so dumb. They were married and now Q has to ask if he can even just touch the former tyrant. Schlatt didn't answer, he tried to grab the bandages but Quackity hid his arm behind his back.

-Let me help you. Schlatt. I....fuck...I am not going to hurt you...in any way....okay?- the ram hybrid looked down at his own arm, it was almost entirely covered in his own blood, Fundy would be disappointed. Biting down on his bottom lip, the man reached out with his arm, turning his head to the side, hoping that the touch will be over soon.

Quackity exhaled and then gently started to wrap the bandages around his ex-husbands arm, trying to avoid too much direct touch.

-You know...it would be easier if you would say something....- there was a slight chuckle, the duck hybrid tried to light up the mood. The former presidents hands were shaking, he himself tried to maintain the calm breathing.

-...Why won't you speak, Schlatt? It...it has been like....way more than a week since you got here....and you speak with Wilbur. We all know that you do. So what is the issue?- the man slowly reached for his notebook and the pen that was attached to it. His handwriting was worse then usually because of the obvious reasons.

I am.

In that moment Quackity wanted to joke that, he already knows that but he bites on his own tongue. This will probably result in another crisis.

-What do you mean?- at least, Schlatt seemed distracted enough, so Q could continue the bandaging. Layer after layer, stopping the blood and knowing that they will have to change them soon enough, just so they could avoid infection. The sound of scribbling filled the hotel room.

Was it ever something good when I spoke?

For a moment, Quackity fell silent. There was some sort of truth in those words. The last things that Schlatt said outloud were hurtful, to say the least. The owner of Las Nevadas tried to catch Schlatt glance but he wouldn't look in his direction.

-....Sometimes...when you would compliment me....or when you praised Fundy and Tubbo for the good work....when....heh....when you got so focused on something new that you started humming....you didn't even notice it most of the time...sometimes I...- the man stopped midsentence and cleared his throat, making a knot, so the bandage wouldn't go off. He fixed the position of his beanie and started to get the documents from the floor.

-This is...this has to do with some financial issues....you...had experience with that sort of things so...maybe you could look over and let me know what you think.- he almost whispered, much drier. Leaving the documents on the desk and sitting down on the other bed, that is usually occupied by Fundy.

-I will wait till someone else arrives. Was there something specific that triggered you?- instead of an answer, which Schlatt clearly avoided, he wrote down a question.

When was the last time you groomed your wings?

Quackity tried to stop himself from blushing at such a question, he looked to the side and squeezed the blanket between his fingers.

-Why do you ask?- looking at the older man with his peripheral vision, he could swear that he noticed a little shadow of a smile on his face.

You always walk faster and start to hunch more when you don't groom your wings to frequently.

That was sort of true...his wings were pretty demanding and the lack of care caused immense back pain.

-I was...planning on doing that the last week....but got distracted. You know....leading a country....not a lot of time for.....medical care...- the last bit was said less loud and Quackity couldn't look away from his ex-husbands arms. It was hard to admit but he thought that he was missing something. Something from the past. Something that...was ignored and was causing so much pain. He wanted to be heard. Wanted to be seen. Maybe now it's time to listen and open his own eyes. The mistakes of the past are still present, now he will have the strength to recognize them. One of them has to fo the first step for understanding. They need to gain understanding about themselves....and each other. That's the only way that a change can happen and the repeating of history be avoided.

Cursed Limbo AU! Today a very lighthearted chapter, panic attacks are only mentioned. (Ps: no proofread!)

Listen...but don't tell me what you hear...

It was one of the calmer evenings, those where rare in such a busy country. Fundy appreciated those types of nights, were he could just relax, lie back against the headboard. Sometimes his fox ears perked up, whenever he heard even a slight change from Schlatts sides. He definitely became too protective, trying to recognize signs of starting panic attacks fast enough.

Fundy smiled slightly, looking at the older hybrid. Someone, who was considered a tyrant before, was sitting next to his bed on the floor. The ram hybrids dark, curly hair lied on his shoulders, reaching so much more down. At least he tried to brush it now, even if sometimes there was no energy or motivation to do so. It almost covers his ram ears, which sometimes flickered. The mans eyes were closed, he still had dark rings under them. Heavy breathing could be heard, in and out, he was practicing calm breathing, which was a good idea and should help him to calm down in the future, when he would get another unexpected panic attack. Fundys gaze fell lower, right on Schlatts arms, the mans hands rested on his knees, clenching them every time he inhaled, his sweater sleeves covered his arms, reaching to the wrists, but the fox hybrid still knew that they are covered in bandages. In pretty fresh ones. So fresh that it´s still possible to recognize the metallic smell of blood which stained them not so long ago.

He talked with Quackity about the ex-presidents panic attack, which happened recently. Even though, Fundy didn't want to admit it but he felt slight guilt. He should have been here when it happened. He should have been the one who would help, nobody here understands how hard it is to deal with this sort of panic...but...he knew that this is just something what he felt, not the truth. Quackity actually handled the situation well, at least...if the fox boy would fully believe in the version that Q told him. The ginger took a deep breath and then exhaled. He just didn't want to lose someone, who he considered a father figure, again. But he had to calm down, he knows that as soon as Schlatt sees his worried expression, he will start to get uncomfortable himself and today is too much of a peaceful day for that.

The fox hybrid then proceeded to slowly lower his hand on the other mans head, moving it to the fluffy ears, gently stroking them, earning a weak but genuine smile from Schlatts side. He gave it a few pets before his ears perked up because of a familiar but almost forgotten sound. It was...way more high-pitched than the ex-presidents voice, at least...more then he remembered. That's when his fingers fully stopped on the fluffy side of the ears. Schlatts voice....did he just. Fundys heart was racing, as if someone was forcefully pumping adrenaline into him. He was sure that they could give up the hope on Schlatt speaking again. There was no way he could hold back the bright smile on his face, he was already opening his mouth, ready to express his joy. The realization that this wasn´t quite what he thought came crawling, at first just in the back at his mind but then it infested his whole mind. He gazed over Schlatts facial expression, which didn´t change at all, he wasn´t looking at the fox boy and he continued to open and close his mouth in the rhythm of inhales and exhales. Slowly the foxes ears pressed to his head, he wasn't imagining it, right?

He was sure that the ex-president said something or at least made a sound. Even more, he was sure that this was a familiar sound....like a high pitched cry. Fundy tried to remember where he heard it the last time, since...it seems like Schlatt didn't realize that he made a sound. Maybe it's better if he doesn't find out. Even if the fox hybrid had the urge to praise him, say that he is happy that the ram hybrid feels so much more comfortable...but he couldn't. He was afraid that Schlatt wasn't ready, what if this would put the whole progress behind?

Yes. It's better to keep quiet...just continue to gently stroke the long, fluffy ears and try to remember, closing his eyes, concentrating just on that sound.

Like a cry...it, it reminded mostly of a sheeps cry. But he didn't hear it just around normal sheep mobs. Fundy could recognize that he heard it once, when he passed the presidents office, at that time, Schlatt should have a meeting with Quackity....that duck hybrid surely knows more about it...

The fox hybrid knows that the owner of Las Nevadas is still awake. He even could find some irony in that, it was such a common thing to overhear his conversations with Schlatt, when the vice president would ask his husband to get some normal amount of sleep.   Now it´s Quackity who definitely needs more hours of sleep. It was pretty bad but in that case, Fundy could find something positive in that sleep schedule, he could definitely speak with Q.

Those intentions were brought to life when Foolish came to the room, he wasn´t really familiar with Schlatt but still agreed to look after him from time to time. Furthermore, the demigod actually introduced his children to the ram hybrid, who didn´t seem to have anything against that. Seems like it even helps him to distract himself. After reminding Foolish of all the “dos and donts”, even though the living “totem of undying” tried to tell him that he remembers everything, the fox hybrid left the room and made his way towards Quackitys office. Stopping in front of the big door and taking a deep breath.

He knocked three times and after a formal “Come in”, he entered. Quackity had some blueprints and other documents lying on his desk, on which he clearly focused his attention, looking up just to take a glimpse at the young man at the door.

-If that isn’t Fundy. Can’t believe that you left Schlatt without a babysitter again.- even if there was slight amusement and some sort of sarcasm. Fundy could swear that he saw how the other males fingers twitched for a split second and how his gaze was scanning the door, as if he would consider to stand up and leave.

-I left him with Foolish. No need to worry.- there was some chuckle from the side of the casino owner, who surely tried to convince the fox that he either didn’t care or didn’t worry.

-And he is okay with Foolish? Either way. I hope he knows that I am not paying him for babysitting.- was asked, with some fake sarcasm. Fundy is sure that he already starts to understand when Q is serious and when he is starting to fake something.

-Yes….I….I think it’s because they didn’t really know each other before….so…Schlatt doesn’t have to worry about Foolish planning to kill him…- the fox-hybrid had a shadow of a smile on his face, looking down at the floor. Quackity only nodded silently, trying to let out a quiet sigh of relief.

-and why are you here?- of course this question would come. It was obvious but still slightly uncomfortable.

-Yes…my reason to be here….I just….you know, back in Manberg, Schlatt used to make strange noises…….n…not that noises….I mean….more like the ones that sheep make?...can you….tell me about that?..…- for a moment Quackity fell quiet, there was even very light blush on his cheeks. Being consumed by his own memories and regretting that those weren’t bad memories.

-….Bleating or baaing….he….ahem. Sheep hybrids often do those, either when they are scarred, to get help or when they are comfortable. The difference is the tone of those noises….why would you even remember something that was back in Manberg?- Quackity started to reorganize his documents.

-…Quackity….I think he is beginning to feel better here.- those words where almost a warm whisper, followed by Fundys smile.