tw: blood, really brutal description of death IDKK

schlatt didn't remember how he got there, but a faint whisper suggested that it didn't matter. he felt a sense of reckoning, he opened his eyes. a grand ballroom, beautifully lit and perfectly painted. a dripping sensation clouded his consciousness and he looked down, averting attention to it. lifting his hands, and shaking. blood engulfed his hands, dripping to the pool beneath him, the body.

"what...?" he mumbled, kneeling down- "no..." he whispered. y/n bent and broken, bones shattered and blood spilling from the surfaces. she was choking, she was choking and he couldn't help her. choking on her own blood. he covered his ears, locking his eyes closed and muffling out his thoughts. "nononononono...." it felt like hours, days, the choking and whimpering proceeded.

"you can't help her" a voice echoed across his brain, shattering the view of his dominance. "you're just...not strong enough" it whispered.

"schlatt?" another voice called out, reaching for him. he looked up, the bright lights of the ballroom burning his retinas and clouding his thoughts. "schlatt?" it called out again, raspy and gentle. he reached out, and she pulled him out, soft and loving. he opened his eyes, a soft gasp leaving his mouth, and holding his vision in place. he sighed, he was back in bed, sheets and blankets enveloping them in warmth, and the smell of sweet dreams. y/n hovered over him, her hair gently falling past her ears and tip-toeing on his cheeks. "schlatt?" she whispered, remnants of aching and bruising glazing over her tone. he smiled, just a dream.

"morning" he whispered, brushing her hair back and gently raising his hand to her bandaged neck, "hows your neck...?"

"better" she sighed, laying back down and leaning her head on his shoulder.

"will you tell me how it happened now...?" he mumbled, caressing her cheek. y/n's eyes wondered, she chewed at her lip.

"i thought you were dead...for a few moments. i thought you weren't coming home" she whimpered. schlatt frowned, tugging at her hand now.

"no- i-...i'm okay..." he didn't feel the need to bring up the bandages and burns delicately engraved on his chest.

"then what happened...? i heard shots and fireworks, and screaming...!" her voice cracked and she restrained herself. he sighed,

"tubbo was a traitor...he'd been..." schlatt winced "he'd been with wilbur this whole time..." he mumbled, obviously hurt. y/n felt a jab at her heart, ripping apart that friendship she thought she could've had with tubbo...what she thought was something special between him and schlatt.

"is he-" y/n started, worry filling her eyes.

"no-...hes with wilbur now..." schlatt sat up, holding his hair back. y/n pulled herself up, leaning her chin on his shoulder. "i thought he-" schlatt choked, "i thought he cared about this...like i cared about him..." he whispered, burying his face into y/n's shoulder. she frowned again, holding him close.

"sometimes, people's love get blocked out by their pain..." she whispered, cupping his face. "some people don't know how to manage it..." she frowned. schlatt nodded, taking y/n's hand again.

"am i strong enough...?" schlatt whispered. y/n nodded.