Schlattbur Oneshots

Dead in the dead of night

Prompt: Wilbur is a singer from Miami who falls in love with Schlatt, a golfer. The two are speraterted when Schlatt the golf caddy falls for someone else. It turns out Wilbur has been dead all along. 

oneshot written by: Admin Han

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Schlatt's POV:
The crowd went wild, they were roaring lions hunger for prey. But it wasn't meat they were hungry for, instead it was the handsome man on stage. He had brown frizzy hair that was mostly covered by a pale blue beanie. His skin glowed brightly from all the spotlights directed on him. His slender fingers brushed against the strings of his acoustic guitar, creating melodies as he sang.

    "We used to sleep on call together. We used to sleep on call together. We used to sleep on call together. We used to sleep."

And just like that the last song was over. Girls screamed for more, and you couldn't help but agree. His voice was smooth as butter; must have a tasteful mouth. 

    "Thank you, Thank you!" the singer speaks loudly into the microphone. "It's been a pleasure singing for you all tonight, but this will be all!" 

Keeping his word, the man stepped around the stool he was sitting on to grab the rest of his belongings that lay messely on the ground. I stare at him intently, still captivated by his every movement. I watched him reach down and collect his stuff.
Nice ass. 
I continue to watch him as he walks off the stage through some black curtains that were used to separate the backstage from the front. I see him exit.

    "Ahem" 

    "What" I say back, turning around to face the man in front of me. Why do I feel annoyed? 

    "Come on, Schlatt! Live a little, don't give me that attitude." the man smiles brightly. His left hand grips my right and our fingers intertwine. 

    "So what did you think?" My boyfriend Cooper, asks as he leads us to the exit; the massive cheering crowd left a long time ago. In unison we walk out the door and I feel a sudden cool breeze blow across my face. It was getting pretty stuffy in there with all those people breathing so close to one another, despite it being quite a large room.

    "Hello. What do you think?"

    "What do I think about what?" Cooper snaps me out of my trance. 

    "The performance I mean." he replies.

    "Oh yeah. The performance... It was, great as always." I state simply, turning my head to look at my pleased boyfriend. He similes again. 

We continue walking on the pathway that was connected to the venue we just came out from. In the distance there's a packed parking lot and we walk towards it. 
*Beep Beep*
I open the car door in front of me. 

    "You coming back to my house?" Cooper asks nonchalantly.

    "Nah" I replied, slipping into the car and closing the door. 

Cooper nods and starts to drive, taking me to my house as I begin to think about a certain someone. 

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Wilbur's POV:
The water feels relaxing as it hits my back. For a moment I'm distracted, melting into the warm touch of the clear liquid. This is nice.

I grab my shampoo bottle and squirt some of its contents onto my hand then lather it into my hair, then the conditioner. I stepped out of the shower after I had removed all the product from it; my hair was saturated and stuck to my forehead and the rest of my face in little curls. 

I reached for one of the towels that rested on the edge of the bath, I proceeded to wrap it around my waist.  

The mirror on the wall. I look into it, staring at my reflection. My mind begins to stray away, deceiving my intentions once again. 

    Dammit!

Why does he always have to show up, especially with him. Why does he continue to taunt me, make me feel like he's something I can't reach. It's just so unfair. I wish I could stop. I wish I could stop thinking about him. But I can't. 
He's just too God damn gorgeous.  

It seemed like only yesterday he was in my arms ― nuzzling into my chest, never letting go. But I guess that wasn't the case. 

I was like a golf ball to him. Only sticking around until he took the final hit, and then I was gone ―  sent flying off into the air to only land just outside the hole. But nevertheless, I still wanted him. Dead or Alive.

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Schlatt's POV:
I find myself standing in front of a very familiar building, completely and utterly soaked. This is what I get for walking. But it was worth the gamble, because now I could hear him sing. Alone. 

I walk in though the doors, closing them behind me. I scan the room and it's packed as it always is. I can't help but smile when I see him on stage standing there with his guitar. He begins to sing. 

    "Well, it's 2:45pm. Wake up from snoring, open DMs."

Looks like I made it in time. I start to sing along and slowly become part of the crowd. I'm lost in the beat of the music just like I always am every time I hear this man sing. His voice is absolutely amazing, anjelic and enchanting. 

But the liveliness of the room comes to a crashing end as a gunshot is heard, penetrating everyone's hearts with sudden fear.

    What the fuck was that!

I see the golden bullet flicker as it flies through the air - Piercing through the singer's chest. Cheers turn into to shreeks of terror. Everyone that was in the room scatters and starts to look for the nearest exit in means of escape. 

But I can't move. My feet won't budge. I'm completely frozen and my eyes are locked on him. But something isn't quite right. Why is he still standing? Why hasn't he fallen? Why was he still alive?

He's just standing there, frozen on the spot just like I am.That is until his eyes reach mine and he runs. 

    No FUCKING way!

As he dashes through the curtains, I run after him screaming,
    "Wilbur, wait!"

    "Don't fucking say my name, Schlatt!" Wilbur screams in reply, still running. I reach a corner and he's gone. In front of me is a door that reads exit above. I open it and run out into the street. I see a slender man before me. But this man isn't suffering from a bullet wound. 

    "Can you tell me what the fuck I just saw!" 

He stays silent for a good minute, until he speaks,

    "Schlatt, I'm already dead."

    "Your w-what!" I reply. Tears fill my eyes, and they fall.

    "I'm dead, J."

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