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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...