tw: death, alcoholism, drugs, grief, combat, blood + gore

a/n: GUYS! i've loved writing this fanfiction! it's my first time writing one and it was so fun! i'm 1000% going to keep writing more stories, if y'all have any ideas please leave them in the comments <3 ilysm

schlatt didn't remember how he ended up here- dazed and armored, sword shaking in his hands. why was he fighting? blood lingered and stained his clothes, his shoes, his skin. he couldn't tell if it was his or someone else's. dream was somewhere around here, fighting. he perked his head up, tommy charging at him- he quickly lifted his sword up, holding off the kid. schlatts feet trembled beneath him, tommy pressed harder against the weapon- rage filling his eyes.

"you bastard-!" tommy spat, cut off by sapnap raising his sword from behind tommy. schlatt closed his eyes, wincing at the sound of tommy yelping and blood splattering on his face. he opened his eyes, tommy running off- sapnap glaring at schlatt.

"what's going on with you...?" he hissed, fumbling with his shield- schlatt stuttered, smearing the blood off his face. he looked his hands- bloody- dropping his sword, pangs of guilt and sorrow stemmed through him. the scene around him flickering in his mind, from manberg- to that balcony- and the blood. he stepped back, a shaky hand reaching behind his armor, pulling out a flask. "are you stupid!?" sapnap grumbled, speeding back to karl and dream.

"fuck" schlatt whispered, downing the booze from his container, up until it was empty. he couldn't stand this- he had to get away...the yelling and explosions- the blood- it was too much. he stumbled away, tearing off the heavy armor keeping him barred down, wandering into the closest building he could find. the caravan. plopping himself down on the floor, he pulled out that small bag- with the crushed pills.

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"y/n...?" he mumbled, opening his eyes. a bright light pierced through his retinas, he winced. "where are you?" his vision blurred and blinded.

"i'm right here"

"i cant see you..." he mumbled,

"cant you...?" she mumbled, the blur of her fading away.

"don't go! not again..." his eyes watery and pinched. "don't go..." he mumbled, wet tears falling off his skin.

"you can't see me"

"i want to!"

"but you never tried" her voice soft- but sad. he winced, reaching his hand out.

"i should've- i should've listened..."

"maybe"

"if i could go back...and change it...i would"

"but you can't" y/n took schlatts hand, soft and warm.

"i would've never even put myself in that election...if-if i knew-...i wouldn't have lied- or twisted things- i wouldn't have done so many things..." his vision focused of y/n, kneeling down in front of him, bright and ghostly.

"you flew too high" she whispered, cupping his face.

"who am i without you...?" he sobbed,

"yourself" her voice rung through the caravan and his vision blurred again, he opened his eyes- the haze of y/n gone, the smoky residue of war remaining. he could hear footsteps approaching- fuck. just leave me alone. he looked down, his hand loosely clutching the empty bag, jesus, did i take all of it? he attempted to life his arm, yeah, i can feel it.

"schlatt...?" wilburs voice scratched at the surface, and schlatt looked up- eyes hooded and glossy. schlatt winced at the sight of them all, eyes degrading and broken above him. "what are you doing...? is this what you wanted me to see, dream?" wilbur mumbled,

"wilbur...?" schlatt slurred, wallowing on the floor.

"are you drinking?" wilbur muttered,

"god, you haven't changed schlatt..." quackitys voice stung the most- his friend, ally, now salted and bitter. that's your fault isn't it.

"is this your leader, dream...?" tommy stood over schlatt, turning his head to dream. schlatts eyes followed, contacting with dreams smug smirk.

"no" dream spat, "this is not our leader..." schlatt shivered, bastard. that cocky grin still remained on dreams face, eyes narrowed and knowing. schlatt looked up, that familiar orange glow of fur dancing above.

"fundy...?" he mumbled, clenching his fist tiredly. his old ally, friend- much like quackity.

"schlatt..." fundy muttered, "you look, terrible..." he whispered, glaring down at him. schlatt felt enraged, betrayed.

"you bastard..." he reached his arm up, the curse of gravity weighing heavy on his limbs. he grabbed an empty bottle from the brewing stands above him, reaching his hand up and attempting to swing it down on fundy- however missing and hitting the floor.

"you fucked this country up, schlatt!" fundy yelled, "you had a dream and i followed it, but you brought it downhill- you ruined it!" he howled, holding his sword close. schlatt used all his power to pull himself up, balancing his weight onto his legs, and attempting to step forward. "you ruined everything!" fundy yelled, clutching his sword. something boiled up in schlatt, fragments of pain and hurt, all cutting at the surface.

"yeah...? at least i had the guts! i'm more of a man than you'll ever be!" schlatt growled, his chest aching- "and-and- you-" he looked over at technoblade, attempting to hide himself in the shadows of the caravan, his eyes narrowed and dark. "you fucking killed her-" sadness pooled over the anger,

"tommy- i want you to take that bow and shoot it right between schlatts eyes" wilbur stated, a hand pressed on to the child's shoulder. schlatt turned his head, his eyes almost pleading with them- to just get it on with already, to stop playing with their food, and just end it. "victory...or death..." wilbur stated, removing his hand from the child's raising arms, the crossbow now placed loaded, right up to his forehead.

"if i die..." schlatt gulped down saliva-blood? "this country goes down with me..."

"you could've had everything, schlatt...but you ruined it all" quackity muttered, shaking his head.

"you left me...you all left me! it was just me and-" he winced "and- and you took that from me too!" he choked, his chest tightening. "just-just kill me..." he whispered, tommy looked over at wilbur, eyes confused and worried. "kill me!" he yelled, butting his head up against the crossbow, every word felt like a dagger through his heart- quite literally.

"schlatt...what do you have to say for yourself?" wilbur muttered. he opened his mouth to speak- but nothing could come out- air restricted and chest tightening so painfully. his heart ached, and a sharp pain jolted inside of his chest. he clutched his heart, coughing and stuttering.

"schlatt...?" fundy mumbled,

"what...? schlatt-?" wilbur asked, confusion bubbling over the room. "what are you...-?" cut off by schlatts agonizing coughing, he took a step back- schlatts vision blurred and the lights pierced his eyes again, clawing at his chest- why can't he breathe? gravity pulled schlatts limbs down to the floor, tearing at his heart- before his vision went black, and his body stilled. bliss.

"he's dead..." tommy said, lowering the crossbow. tubbo shuffled from behind tommy, wincing.

"a heart attack...?" he mumbled, only receiving a small nod from wilbur, who then stilled- turning and exiting the caravan. dream huffed, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"funny" dream whispered, turning around and following wilbur. quackity looked down at schlatts lifeless, poisoned body, burning the image into his head.

"y/n's dead...?" quackity stuttered,

"has been..." tubbo mumbled, looking down. quackity followed, stepping out of the caravan.

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"what is this...?" schlatt whispered, the cold fading and warmth surrounding him, vision focusing- his cottage?

"you came home!" schlatt turned his head, locking eyes with y/n, ghostly and soft- "i've missed you" she mumbled. he sharply inhaled, looking around, home. he opened his mouth to say something- but nothing could come out- stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her, it felt real. he squeezed tighter, basking in the warmth and the love. she smiled, letting her arms rest on his neck- weightless, and soft. he let go, looking down at her- perfect- here. he leaned down,

"is this real?" he whispered, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. she nodded, making him smile- leaning further down and pressing a kiss on her forehead. the sound of explosions rang in the distance- however drowned out by the feeling surrounding them.

"i've tried calling you" she mumbled,

"i know..." he nodded. "but it's okay now...right?" he buried his face into her neck,

"right" she nodded. bliss.

fin