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Dad Schlatt AU pt2!

I didn't want to make y'all wait too long and I was super excited to write this next bit.

I shouldn't even say this at this point because you know, it's IRL. Please Enjoy!

This one does play out during Schlatt's time as president, so it's long after the previous chapter.

TW: Death, loss of loved ones, alcohol, planned executions, life after death (no particular religion, a mix of all of them tho)
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Schlatt wasn't wrong completely in his hopes. His son was adopted by an angel and his sons. He grew up even better than Schlatt could have imagined. He stole the opportunity to have him as his right hand man despite his better judgement.

The days that Tubbo was by his side blurred into months and Schlatt had never been happier. Tubbo seemed happy too, but sometimes he backed away from him warily. Why, Schlatt didn't know, he'd build a strong reputation for himself throughout the years while his boy was growing up not knowing he existed. He had a best friend, Tommy. He was an awful pain and he was promptly messing up his country. He didn't think he was a good ally for his Tubbo, no no, he would just hurt his son in the end.

Though his hopes were high for spending time with his son, he saw all the things he didn't want to see. He saw his son get hurt. He saw Tubbo be betrayed and slighted, he saw him slip into a carefully concealed insanity. Schlatt of all people know that a case like his would only get worse the more he tried to hide it. Schlatt's worry only piled up more and more and the time he spent with Tubbo started to increase.

He let it slip to Quackity, one night, when he was particularly under the influence that Tubbo was his, he understood, and it helped him to realize why it pained Schlatt so much to see Tubbo get hurt or be under stress. It made sense as to why Schlatt was so fond and protective of him. Quackity began to resent Tubbo less and help him out more, things were alright, he saw him as his own eventually.

Schlatt's concern for his son only piled up faster and faster. He finally made the decision. He had to kill his son. He had to. If he didn't, Tubbo would only struggle more, his life would be a wreck. He wanted to make it wonderful for him though, he wanted him to go happy and surrounded by people he loved. He wanted him to be happy and if he were to be happier on the other side, so be it.

Schlatt had Tubbo decorate for the festivities that were to come. He had him plan out everything because he couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew it would be better for Tubbo even if it hurt him, even if Schlatt couldn't bear it. It hurt too much and he knew it hurt Tubbo. It was better for both of them.

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The day of the festival rolled around and Schlatt felt sick. Schlatt called Technoblade up to the podium.

"This is not a festival, this is an execution," his voice thundered. He had to keep up his sting face, for his son. "Technoblade, get rid of this traitor." Schlatt wanted to puke.

Technoblade protested, his screams echoing off the walls. "I don't know if I can do that Schlatt."

"Well looks like you're gonna have to PigMan!"

Schlatt prayed that he would make this as colorful and painless for his boy as possible. At least Technoblade was doing it. At least it wouldn't hurt him.

I'm sorry.

Technoblade notches a firework.

Good.

"Tommy, you said he wouldn't hurt me," Tubbo squeaks.

Be quiet, don't make this hurt more.