"Just.. tell me about this guy you met."
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"Well, he had a nice New York accent and fluffy brown hair. He also had two big ram horns sticking out of this head."
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"Wil, what did he talk about?"
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"Well, he spoke about you, Tommy.."
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"Me..?"
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Wilbur stared at the man who just spoke, his eyes catching a few details, like the odd, black liquid that stained his lower lip and chin. His brown hair had been strewn over his glazed eyes. His fingertips seemed to have the same black liquid covering them.
He smiled at Wilbur, his teeth sharp and clean, despite the fact the man looked like he had been through Hell itself. The two stared at each other, Wilbur's anxiety levels slowly increasing.
Fundy looked out from under the kitchen table, anger present on his face. Grabbing his sword, he slowly got up, sneaking towards the man. He raised the blade, when the brown haired man turned around, Fundy jumping back in surprise. The man kept a smile on his face.
"Fundy! My favorite little... fox"
He gritted his teeth, spitting the words out like a snake, covering them in a layer of venom, that was so evident that Fundy winced, staring at him. Alex slowly emerged from behind the plant, quickly and quietly to the front door, only to have it slammed in his face.
"Alex! My main man! What's it like serving under a child?"
The smile remained, but the layer of hatred on his words was clearly there. Alex stared at him, worry and horror on his face, as he stood still, frozen.
"S-Schlatt, I... we.. Tommy's not..."
Alex was attempting to get his words out without choking on air, though that was clearly failing. He looked so scared of this man, Schlatt. Wilbur heard that name before, but can't remember where.
Schlatt leaned towards him, his tie dangling away from his chest. He cupped his goat-like ear, looking at Alex with his glazed eyes.
"Well? Spit your words out! I want to hear what you have to say!"
Alex's legs were visibly shaking, as he clawed at the door handle. He was not okay with what he had gotten into. Schlatt took a step towards him, that ugly, evil smile stuck on his face. Alex yelped, jiggling the doorknob more.
Schlatt continued to walk towards the distressed man, before Wilbur decided to stop it. He grabbed Schlatt's arm, tugging him back. The cruel smile melted off his face, looking up at Wilbur. Alex crawled over to Technoblade, who stood ready to fire at Schlatt, even if the fireworks failed to do anything.
Eret had grabbed onto Fundy, pulling him back, trying to get the fox-man to calm down. Ph1lza, and Dream pulled out their weapons, aiming them at the demon in front of them. Schlatt continued to stare at Wilbur, his glazed eyes burning into his grey ones.
"Let go of me, Soot."
"No. I, frankly, don't remember who you are, but I can't have Alex freaking out. You clearly aren't a good man."
Schlatt stared up at the fellow spirit, anger present in his eyes. He grabbed Wilbur's calf, staring up at him.
"You'll let me go right now, Wilbur. Or you're not gonna be the only one who's dead."
He hissed, one of the last glass bottles flying straight over to Fundy, hitting his jacket, piercing his shirt. He screamed, kneeling over, his hat falling off his head. Eret quickly picked him up, taking him to a different room.
Techno spit on the floor, firing the crossbow. The firework lit up the house in a burst of red light. Dream and Ph1lza lunged toward the cloud of smoke, Wilbur floating out of it. He stared down, hearing scuffling and cursing.
When the cloud dispersed, Dream and Ph1lza were the only two there. The door opened, Tommy, Tubbo, Niki, Skeppy, BBH, and Sapnap running in.
"What happened?!"
Tommy screeched, looking at his destroyed home. Techno got off one knee, walking over to Tommy. He put his hand on the blonde boy's shoulder.
"It's like Sun Tzu once said; it's in the past, so we shall not waste time dwelling on it."
And with that, Techno left the home. Tommy gave a defeated sigh, looking at the rest of the original group.
"Can anyone here give me an actual answer?"
Alex shook his head, standing up. He brushed off his shirt, his eyes sad and distressed. He walked over to the front door, sighing sadly.
"I'm not saying what happened. I don't want it happening again."
Alex left, sadly trudging home. Dream and Ph1lza looked at each other, before back at Tommy. The two shrugged, before leaving the home. Eret and Fundy walked back in, Fundy clutching his slightly bloody shirt.
The duo walked out, Fundy clinging to Eret in pain. Tommy looked at Wilbur, his face pleading answers. The ghost sighed, sitting on the overturned couch. Tubbo walked over to him, giving him a kind smile.
"I can tell you what happened, Tommy."
Wilbur looked up at the blonde kid, his hands clasped together. Tommy nodded, moving slightly closer to the brown haired spirit, his grey eyes cast to the floor.
"We were hiding, as your stairs exploded, and then..."
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Tommy stared at Wilbur, his mouth wide open, the spirit crossing his legs, staring at the ground. Tubbo and the other people had already left.
"Wilbur... do you maybe.. remember anything about Schlatt?"
The brown haired ghost bit his lip, messing with the hem of his desaturated yellow sweater. He pulled the sweater slightly forward, staring at the gaping hole in his clothes.
"I don't remember much, Tommy. Why would I remember hi-"
"Wilbur, just tell me. Do you remember anything about Schlatt?"
Tommy stared at him, his hands clasped together as he begged for an answer. Wilbur sighed, looking back at his sweater.
"I don't remember him, Tommy."
The blonde haired child stared at the spirit, before sighing. He stood up, walking over to his destroyed stairs.
"I need to clean this up. You can head home now, Ghostbur."
Tommy muttered, as he began to take the sticks off the floor. Wilbur frowned, floating out of the house. He soon arrived at his small stone hut, opening his wood door. Walking over to his brewing stands, he stared at the bubbling red liquid that sat in the bottles.
He was so transfixed by it, watching as it popped and sparked, the liquid shining, casting a red glow over the rock walls. He grabbed one of the bottles, staring into it, before taking the lid off. He held the bottle up to his transparent lips. He wanted to take a sip of it so bad. He wanted life again. He wanted to remember what he had missed. Maybe he wanted to remember those feelings he felt.
Wilbur began to tilt the bottle back, the beautiful red liquid moving towards his lips, when the door was smashed down, causing Wilbur to drop the bottle, the glass going everywhere.
He stared at the person who just destroyed his door, his eyes widening. He looked familiar, a blue, oversized hoodie covering his torso, black jeans, cuffed at the bottom, with a pair of Timbs covering his feet. His brown hair was fluffy, with a couple streaks of white mixed in. He had soft brown eyes, his pupil's resembling a deer's, on their side. Most notably were the two large horns protruding from the man's head. Wilbur backed up, watching the man look around, confused, before walking back out of the hut.
"What... the fuck?"
Wilbur muttered, walking over to the door. He peeked out , looking around. No sign of the guy he just saw. He looked to the left, hearing the water splash against something. When he looked right again, he was greeted by the man's face, except different. It resembled the one he saw in Tommy's house. In fact, the more Wilbur looked at him, the more he looked like...
"Schlatt?"
"Hi Wilbur. Great to see you again."