MCYT Oneshots (Mostly Tommyinnit Centric, Maybe Other Fandoms)

Boundaries and Standards

Schlatt was many things.

Cruel. Dictator. Drunkie. Addict. Morally grey. Lawful/Evil. Hybrid. Dead.

Those were some of the more well known ones.

Not well known? He was a god. An ancient one at that. He had a soft spot for children who weren't evil. He couldn't save Tubbo. His brother,

Ŗ̴̧̡̧̛̛͈̩̪͎̪͖̰̼̱̺̹̝͖̫͉̥̟̮̲͎̩̹̲̙̯̪̺͖̲̞͚͕̲̜͚͙̥͍̝͈̹̭̳͇͙͕̖̖̩̝̫̥͓̻͙̣̯̟͙͕̤͕̱̟̩̼̟͇̪̯̳̃͗͂͊̐̔͋̍̈́̔̈̓̓̇̃̽̎͋͋̒̽̎͒̄̿̊̾̓̔̏͒̆̅̊̂̀͆̄̆̔͑́̌̈́̽̎́̽͊͆̋̾̌̏͛̿̀͒͗̑̑̄͆̂̇̀̋͐͌̾̈́͑̈̐̎̾͐̏̔̎̉̎̽̎͛͆̊̂͌̂̎̊̌͋͒͐̾̌͆̎̈́̎̌͑̽̈̽̽̚͘̚̚͘͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅȩ̸̧̡̧̛̛̛̛̤̳͔͇̦͕̩̫̘̙̣̦̘͕͓̥͔̞̝̩̫̺̘̹̠͍̯̙̅̅̾̾͑̇̒̅̋͆͑͐̒͊̈́̓̌̈͒̒͛͂̔̒̐̾̈́̍̆͗͗̉̅͛͐̀̉̍̆̊͊̎̓̄̎͌̔̉̿̉͊̓̀̏̀͒̉̓̄͑̈̆̊̊̈́̄̄̎̀̐̒̊̊̈̇͗̐̃̍̃̒̄̿͋̀̏͐̂͒͒̑͑̇̿͋̐̈͋̏̿̓̑̔̎̃́̐͒̊͊̏̽͂̅̐̐͒̚̕̚̚͘̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅt̸̡̧̨̨̨̨̧̛̛̛̤̼͕̬̻̝͍͎͈͓̬̠̼̝͈̭̰͕͔̪̯͔̻͇̙͖̣̪̱̱͉̬̟͍͓̹̟͖̗̦̺̩̣̮͓̺̤̤͙̳̰͙̺̟̪̼̯͇̥̤̆̆̓̄͐̿̏͐͛̌̈̉͗̈́̐̂͂͐͑͒̽́͛̈́̐͂̅̓͌̿̾̋̋͛͛̅͗̎͊̎̉̂̌̇̽̄́̓̌̾̈́̑͂̈́̓͗̑̌͐͆͐̀͗̐̓̉̂̆̈̐͒̉̌̉̍͋̔͌͌̎͑̔̐͂̒͐̅̿̄͊̆͊̊̓͐͂͋͐̆͌͊̎͑̈́͆̿̍̓̏͛̾͌̂̋͊̆͒̐̇̐͊͌̃͛̀̏̃̈́̎̅̈́͌͗̈́̏̍͋̐̏̋̑̈́͑̓̉͆̊̂͒́̎̐͋̓̉̈́̄͂̅̐͆̿̕̕̚̚̕̕̕͘̚̚͜͠͝͠͠͠͝͝͠͠͝ṙ̷̛̛̛̛̛̯͙͋̉̀̅̑͑̾̊̈́̈́́͑̂̎̃̑̅̀̔̈́̄̈́̓̆̓̋̓̓̊̄̉̈́̔͋̏͆̑̓̓̓͆́̈́̈́̓̓̍̀̈́͐́̒̏̂͑̈̃̈̌̍̄̈̓̔̀̅̋̓̊͛͊̉͆̄̄̐͐͛̽̽̎̿̂̒̿̒́̆͑͂͐̇̊̇͆͌͑̒̇̈́͌͌͒͂̒̒̄̅̈́̂͗̔̃͂̓̎̇͊̈̈́̋̿̽̾̓͛̀́͐̒͋͊̚̕̕̚͘̚͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ą̸̧̢̡̧̧̡̨̧̡̨̧̢̧̨̢̨̡̡̨̢̨̢̨̧̡̨̧̧̢̡̛̛̛̛͖̜͉̗͉̖̭̠̦̙̭͎̞̮̘̣̪̲̞̬̯͈̱̼̖̺̜͙̰͚̜̞̫͙͍͓̦̩͙̥͚̯̥͓͍̟̼̬͔̞̣̟̘̝̘̰̱̯̝̼͈̼̤͍͍͎̖̼͓̗̳̩̖̜̥̮̲̯̜̳͕̻̥̪͖͈̳̝̭̫͇̩̤̻̼̠̮͚͉̤̲̼̺̬̱̩̩̱͓̺͇̙̗̘̮̗̗̘̜̜͔̟̠͕͔̮̭̙̟͓̰͍͉̬͇͓͇͙̲̣̙̝̖̦͚̰̳̠̠̹̲̹̗̮̜͇̯͙͎̳̺̪̠̼͉̞͇̲̪̦͙̠̲̮̞͚̹̲̝̺̰̲̘̰̯̤̺̦͔̘̲̰̖̖̦̪͚̣͇̬̖̭͍̱̟͚̥̯̬̣͈͖̺̦͓̭̝͙̮̗̟̞̪̝͇̙̰͓̰̠̖̬̗̮͔̜͉̗̠̹͕̗̄̈́̒̑̊̈́͋̄̉͑̀̓̆͌͆̏͐̈̉͗̈͆̅̇͐̇͋̔̒͋̀̏͋̀̿́̉̈́̈́̇̒̄̈́͆̌͋́̾͌͂̈̌͛̑̓͊̇̌̈́̒̓͊̑̓̍͐͆́̍̅̏̔̐̐̋̓̎̒̔̍̈͌̓͂̀̈̎͂͌̈́̆̉̿̑̊̍̉̍͑̓̇͛̽̊̏͆͂̒́̔̈͊̓͐̐̿̈̕̚̕̚̚̚̚̕͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅc̷̡̛̛̛̛̛͎̖̯̞͇̣̩̟̽̀̾̍̄̈́̒̔̄̓̾̏̑́̇͒̽͒̿͛̉̏̉̂̆͆͂̿́͛̒̅́̽̏̋͐́̏͆̔͛̈͒̈́̉̋̍͊͛̈́͒͋̀̆̎͑̈́͂̔̔̄̓̃̽̒͑̆̓̓͒́́͂̿͂̿̈́͐̏̉̃̓͛͑͋͗̔̃͂̀̾͒̊͋̃̇͛̋͂̋̽̄̿̐͐̅̑͑̓̆̑̆̽͊̓͛͗͒͐̑̿͒̔͋̏̔̾̾̔̐́̒̿͗̊̊̆̅́̓̅͆͊̉̈́̿̑̽̎́͐̈́̿̆͗́̇͂̐̓̊̔́̋̏͆͒̐̏̓̾͗̌̀̈́̌̐̀̄͐̽̋̏͒̌̾́̄͐̋̈́̇͆̆͌̎͋̉̈̎̍̔̂̉̓̓̐̚̕͘̕̕̕̚̕̚̚͘̕͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅt̵̢̨̨̢̢̡̨̡̢̧̢̢̨̧̨̛̛̘͈̞̬͕̠̠͈̩̬̭͍̹͎̱͚̭̺͕̱̲͇̲͉̤̤̪̳̦̩̫̬͓̮̩̗͉̹̝̞̹͉̯̣̞̳͇͕͉̹̼̳̯̯͚̟̪͈̳̤̘̹̮̜̠̘̼̝̪̦͎̜̗͕̫̝͈̮̝̞̲͖͈̦̜̙̪̤̺͚̗̥͎̞̙̲̤͈͕̘͚̤͍̻̦̳̠̺̫̞̦̙͔̘̼̠̰̭̦̟̥͈͈̠̻͙̹̱̭͎̙̘͕͎̼̠͚̦̮̻̩̦̗̙̝̼̠̋͆̓̓͆̒̒̅̿̌̓͗͌̿̂̽̽͗͆̋͗͒̋̒̑̎́̿͊̌̄̿͂̉͂́̌̔̽̇͛̈̎͌͂͊̈̅̄̓̃̂̐̍͂̃̽̎̀̐̾͋̒̌̋̾͆̇̏͐̋̌̑͑͂͋̊̒̑͆͆̏̏̐̌̾̔͊̓̐͂͛̿̈́̓̈̿́̇͂̑͆͗̂̾̍̐͛̊͊͌͊̂̿̊͌̾̀̌̐̆͒̏̓͌̀̏̊̊͒͊̆͊̄̀͐̈́̽͒͛͗̽̓͛̒̑͐͌̈́̒̿͆̈́͑͗͌͌̆̎͛̔̍͋̈́̎͑̒͗̌̓̍͌̉͌̏̿̓̔͋͋̇͐̍̉͌̄͆͌̌́̆̈̈́͋̽͊̑̾̓̏̉̆̃̈́̂͛͗͐͛̄̇̈́͊̓̂͆̇͋̈̌̓̀͂̑̑̃̎͂͒͊͆̐̎̎̈́͆̔͑̐̂̔̄̌͌̈́̚̚͘̚̕̕̚̕̚̕̕̚̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͠͠͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅę̵̨̨̛̛̛̛̛̘̟̲̻̯̱̤̘̬͎̥̻̟̳̹̗̱̦̪͕̙̮̼̙͈̖̞͍͇̹̥̗̖̠̈̈̈́͛͛͒̅͌̿̽̈́͛̽̊͑̇͋̃̔̈́̀̾̈́́̉̒̉́͗͆̾̋̽̅̔͌̓̎̀͂͐̎̓̋̐͒̐̈́̒͑̃͊͌̔̈̓̃̅͌̾͒̄̒̈͐͒̊̾̿̇̐̃̊̿̈́͂̓̀̀͑̃̓͌͗̃̎̓͒̿̅̆̓̈͆̎̑̊̔̏̽̔̐̾̒́͆́̑͛̈́̆͆͘͘͘͘͘̚̚̕͘͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝d̷̡̡̨̡̡̡̡̧̢̡̨̢̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̼̩̺̰̼͖͖̼͉̝͉͕̣̻̲͚̜̥̖̼̝͙͔̻̱͎̯̞̗̖̹̥̼͔̺̝̥͙̞̮̳̝̘̦͎͖̦̘͖̭̖̣͚̠͔̱͈̳͉͖̘͍̥̼̪̝͎͇͇̲͈̱͍͎̜̘̫̖̦̦͔̮̼̲̯͔̺̱̣̜̳͕̪̖̘̭̻͖̪͍̤͖͍̞̗̜͈̣̦̼͍̮͓̗͈͎͕̜͎͖̜̲͔̪̙̺͔̺̯͔̘̹̤̠͕̰̯̪̲͕͎͚̦͉̫͕̩͈̰͕̫̳͈̮̪̬̬̳̪̫̱̙̘͓͔̲̹͎̙̉͌̂̈́͐͋͆̽͛͆̀̈̈́͗̐̓̔̆͂̇̊͒̃́́͑͛͒̎͋͑̌̾̄̌̓͑̄̒̎̑̈́̊̒̑̅͐̐̓̅̍́̆́͐̏̇͆̐̓̉̓̔̔͛͗͐̒̈́̽̊͒̐̊̓͋̌̃̃̊͊͒̂̀͒́́̿͋̍͌͐́̃̄̓͌͂̃͊̈́͌͒̄̄̃̄̓̄͗̔̑͒̾͊̎̃̓̒͐͛̈̂͋̈́̈́̒͐̓̔̔̈̌͗̏̈́͑̊͋̈̇̄̈́̓̑̓̈́̊̔̈́̊̍̌̂̊̌̎̃̕̕̚͘̕̕̚̕̚̕͘̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͠͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅ,

was the god of chaos, and the pure, unfiltered side of evil, already had staked his claims on Tubbo. So in return, Schlatt secretly staked his claim on the other minors of the Dream SMP. A precaution, to keep the safe.

That didn't stop his brother, who just grabbed others.

So, yeah, Schlatt wasn't the best. He was a terrible person. But he had standards. Whether it be on how to end a country, or how to treat people. Yeah, he's a manipulator and a scammer. But he knows when a line has been crossed.

Dream didn't.

And that made Schlatt's blood boil. He had done everything to make sure not too many fell to his brother. He had tried to save as many as possible. He hoarded the minors, metaphorically, to keep them safe. He fake died and spent years on end in the void to keep them safe.

Dream did not have the right to toy with Tommy like that. To toy with Ranboo. (He would get to the egg later, who was messing up the world, and hurting Purpled). He didn't have the right to kill Tommy, and bringe him back on repeat. Over and over again. He didn't have the right to manipulate children, and abuse them, or his power

"Dream wants to play god, eh?" He chuckles lowly, a threatening sound. It could send shivers down anyone's spine, but it just sent a rush of comfort through the children around him.

Tommy was sitting, curled up into Schlatt's side. Ranboo was on his other side, just leaning on him. Purpled was laying down, head in his lap.

Schlatt was a bad person. He wasn't evil, but he wasn't good. He was on the grey side, in the terms of black or white. But he had boundaries he wouldn't cross, standards on being a basic fuking human being.

Plus, he had a soft spot for children.

He couldn't save Tubbo from his brother, just like countless others. But he could save those he's claimed. And he'd be damned if he let some homeless green teletubby who is now in jail, fuck with then.