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Dad Schlatt AU pt3

Hi! One more because i'm not done hurting you. This one will be really short but let's please take a moment before reading this to go over to AO3 and read Hail_fucking_Hydra s piece, A God's Blessing. It is one of the most amazing fanfics I've read, It's a dreamnoblade royal AU with so much more in store. Go check that out please. Also, heavy credit to them here, she gave me the idea for this part.

Anyway, Angst. It's only because I love you guys.

Pretty much the same as last A/N section. Just a bit to add, this is more present in the SMP plot, somewhat in the future actually.

Enjoy!

TW: Ghosts, Hallucinations, Death, Trauma, life after death, mentioned suicide
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Tubbo groaned. He sat up in bed and examined the large burn scars on his stomach. He quite literally died that day. Wilbur, Technoblade, and Tommy were able to fix him up enough to make his heart beat again, he healed enough to get back into business and now he was president again, working actively with and against dream. Again.

He slid out of bed and limped over to the mirror. Burn marks stretched across his cheeks and forehead. His eyes here dull and sunken in. This wasn't the same person that had inherited L'manburg, this was someone else.

Tubbo didn't like thinking about his past. It clouded his mind and made him feel all icky inside. Guilt, maybe, they called it. He felt partially responsible for the death of his best friend. If he hadn't exiled him, or if he had even bothered to visit him once maybe he wouldn't have... never mind.

Besides, who needs to remember. It holds you back, keeps you from seeing the future

Tubbo spun around thinking he had seen a familiar set of horns, seeing nothing, he supposed it was just his. They had grown in a lot more since the last festival and he wasn't used to them yet.

Tubbo pulled on his nicest suit. He had to look his best. After all, Today was the festival execution of DreamWasTaken. It was going to be good. His power would reign across the nation. He didn't even realize how much of a monster he was becoming.

How much of his monster.

Tubbo reached a finger up to his scars. He thought they made him look strong, intimidating. He would never be disrespected again, especially not when he held so much authority, never.

Another glimpse of the dark figure. Still nothing.

He strode over to his dresser to pull out some cuff links shaped like discs. His favorite. This festival would be one to remember, it sure would be. The great Dream dead, Tubbo's stress, gone.

He picked up a deep green tie and began to fasten it around his neck. The silhouette of a man loomed over him getting clearer each passing second.

Schlatt.

Tubbo froze. He couldn't move, his limbs were plastered stuck in their mid-tie position. He didn't feel powerful anymore. He felt weak, he felt scared. He stood stock still shaking, unable to move. Paralyzed with fear, he could barely breathe.

Schlatt's ghost reached down to Tubbo's tie and began to tighten it. Too tight, just barely strangling him.

He leaned in and breathed into Tubbo's ear.

"Like father, like son."