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𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏
"𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀, 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀"
𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓𓅓
George hummed along to the disc that played while he mixed his cake ingredients together. he fluidly moved around the kitchen while sapnap and dream sat in the living room conversing about some random topic.
he put the cake in the oven, now slightly dancing to the music while cleaning up his mess. he felt a tug at his shorts, the child grabbed his hands, swinging them.
"you wanna dance?"
the kid nodded, and they began swaying with george, spinning in circles. the child was barely able to stand but george kept him upright. they giggled, the child calling out in glee.
"gogy! gogy!"
"y/n, y/n!"
they heard someone clear their throats, george jumping in fright. the child fell back into a sitting position, still laughing.
dream held the disc between his fingers, tauntingly. george cleared his throat and began cleaning again.
"y/n?" dream questioned with humor.
"me me me! me!" the child called, clapping.
"what? it was sewn onto their shirt..." george dismissed while brushing flour off the counter. y/n tried to catch some of the falling particles like rain.
sapnap grabbed the child, who had flour all over their head and face. he heard a knock on the door as the other two were going back and forth; george dismissive and dream persistent.
"hello?"
"nice to meet you, call me schlatt! whose this little... fella..."
"y/n..." sapnap mostly mumbled to himself, trying out the name.
"oh uhm, come in please, it's very dark out..."
"thanks, does someone named dream stay here?"
"uh yeah."
"great!" schlatt cheered as he walked in to settle himself in a living room chair, mumbling about 'the first american man he'd met so far'.
"uh dream! we have a... guest."
"gimme a sec!"
sapnap walked into the room with schlatt, sitting down with the child on his lap.
"who's kid? you gotta wife or someone?"
"nah, zombie kid we found in the woods."
"hmm.." schlatt waved at the child slightly, the child giggling in response and waving back. y/n made grabby hands towards the man in the suit, with.. tim's?
"you don't mind holding them for a sec?"
"no give the tyke here!" schlatt said as the kid was plopped on his lap, sapnap rushing to the kitchen where the other two were now... dueling?!
"you idiots! we have a guest for dream! dude has a suit on and is wearing tim's! holding our kid!"
the two paused, dream got up and grabbed sapnap by the collar.
"you're telling me: m- our kid is being held by a dude in a suit?! without supervision! and he might be one of his guards!" dream practically yelled.
his? who's 'his'? george questioned.
dream stomped into the living room, axe drawn.
"oh, you must me dream! nice to see you on this nice night!" the horned man expressed while the child patted his mutton chips.
mutton chops? horns? fangs? and goat eyes? this has to be one of the strangest creatures i've ever met...
"before we start, i need to ask you a question. do you know or work for anyone with a similar name as me?"
schlatt rose an eyebrow, soon smirking but still confused.
"i work for myself. i have people working for me, but no one with a similar name."
dream sighed softly, nodding and sitting down. he took time to stare at the oddity. holding his-
"can i see y/n please."
it wasn't a question.
schlatt smirked widely, noting something in his head. he picked up the child, lightly tickling their stomach and finally handing them over.
dream cradled the baby who soon grew tired listening to the men conversing.
"you want to team up? with me? to win against l'manburg?"
"oh but of course! i know a lot about you, but you know little about me. that makes you cautious right?"
dream didn't react. he knew the man was trying to get under his skin. but it slightly worked. the only thing he knew was he was somehow part goat and smelt faintly of alcohol.
"i'll tell you a lil something about me. i used to run another country, but it got boring. i want a knew country and that happens to be your worst enemy. we'd be perfect.
"there's an election soon, and i plan on winning. i win, your enemy is gone. i lose, which i highly doubt, you can still easily take over while they're distracted. win win." he finished with a smile, not quite reaching his eyes which had hyphens for pupils.
the goat charm, i suppose.
george swooped in to take the child to bed, while giving dream a look.
'you're not actually gonna accept this, are you?'
'oh but i am.'
george sighed, knowing something bad was gonna happen.
sapnap was jumping in the kitchen doorway, crossing his arms in an 'x' and mouthing no.
dream shook the man's hand, and if you looked closely enough, you would see a blue fire surrounding their intwined hands.
"i have a campaign to run, sayonara, aloha, adios, and all those good bye things!" schlatt smirked, standing on the porch while facing the door. dream blinked and the man was gone.
something was gonna happen in the next week.
schlatt was an odd one. dream has never heard of him as a president in another country. he's never heard of a part goat man...? if that's what he was. dream has come across many weird entities but he was somehow slightly different.
schlatt had a plan and somehow got everyone involved.
including l'manburg.
"if i run for president and win, i can get rid of dream." he simply stated to wilbur and tommy.
tommy immediately went to agree and shake his outstretched hand, but wilbur stopped it while glaring at schlatt still.
"why."
"everyone likes to get taken for turns, to see how bright the fire inside of us burns..." schlatt's eyes widened and shone for a second while he still looked at tommy. he was widely smiling.
"we... we agree."
how stupid were these guys?
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