In Schlatt’s near-constant inebriation, he’d manage to piece together a few worries about his new position of power as the leader of Manburg. These were private, shared to no one, but still rattled in his mind. He feared rebellion, he feared Wilbur and his little blonde brother boy. These were his nightmares. He imagined getting sliced in the throat as he slept, poison in his beer.
But the reality was a lot… weirder.
“Holy shit!!! Yoooo, Tom, I like trains, am I right?”
Schlatt turned around and watched a citizen come running up to him, smiling and happy.
“Who the fuck is Tom?” Schlatt felt for his beer bottle- he’d knock the stupid citizens out if he needed to.
“Oh, that’s classic Tom. Can we have a selfie?” And before he could say no, the citizen had their communicator out and took a picture with him. “Thanks Tom! Love your work, man!”
“What.” Schlatt watched them run off, swaying a little, and took a big gulp of beer. “Whatever.”
Only a day later, something equally odd happened. Another citizen came running up to him.
“Hi! You’re Tomska, right?”
Schlatt stared down at the citizen and said nothing, hoping his glare would make them go away.
“I just think it’s super cool that we have the maker of asdf movie as our leader!” The citizen continued. “Just wanted to say I love your work man, keep it up! Your sketches always make me laugh! I mean, Desmond the moon bear! Who could forget! And of course beep beep I’m a sheep! Or the muffin song!”
The citizen walked off before Schlatt could make any kind of retort back.
Even in his own office, among his own staff, the weirdness was happening.
“Excuse me, sir?” Fundy, that weird son of Wilbur’s, came over to him one afternoon during lunch.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“Do you perfer being called Schlatt over Tom? Or like can I call you Tom? I just want to know if you’re keeping your real identity a secret or not. I think it’s super cool, that you took time off to be President, but maybe if people knew you were Tomska your satisfaction ratings would go up?”
“What fucking language are you speaking?” Schlatt looked at him incredulously. “Is this some fox shit or something? I am not a Tomska!”
“Okay, so you are keeping your identity a secret! That’s cool. I think shaving the beard might help.” Fundy said.
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The week was over, and Quackity walked into Schlatt’s office with a new case of beer for him. Schlatt was slumped at his desk.
“The fuckin’ week I’ve had, Big Q. Lemmie see that fuckin’ fat ass real quick.”
“Right away, sir.” Quackity turned around and took off his suit jacket.
“Jesus Christ you could hold a five-course meal on that fuckin’ thing.” Schlatt lit a cigarette and breathed in deep.
“Why was you week difficult, sir? Who do I need to tax or kill?” Quackity asked, back still to Schlatt.
“Everyone keeps calling me a Tomska. Like they keep calling me Tom, pretending like my name is fake or something. What the fuck is that all about? Is it some kind of early rebellion?” Schlatt’s fingers shook slightly, and he lowered his hands to the desk.
Quackity laughed. “Oh that’s so funny! Hold on, lemmie show you.” He took out his communicator and typed something in. “Tomska is a person- and wow, you really do look like him! Your beard pixels look exactly the same!” Quackity showed Schlatt a picture of some guy wearing a black shirt and black and white checkered tie. They did look quite similar, honestly. Same beard, same eyes, same hair, same skin tone. Just the clothes were different.
“Where is this man! I will kill him for trying to copy my brand.” Schlatt raged.
Quackity laughed again. “No Schlatt! Tomska doesn’t live on the Dream smp. He’s a youtuber! He made asdf movie!”
Schlatt narrowed his eyes at Quackity, grabbing the nearest bottle of alcohol and taking a swig.
“What the fuck is a YouTube?”
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i worked monday-wednesday. thursday i just relaxed at the house, did some grocery shopping, played kingdom hearts 3, packed a bag. and today (friday) i drove to the west coast (of florida) to see my mom. brought sadie with me. she’s such a good freaking dog. we were walking around this little neighborhood/rv/trailer park where my mom is renting a stationary trailer and it was late and nobody else was out so we offleash walked her
she stayed right with us except when we tried to get her to go in the grass. she would follow us but just stay on the sidewalk lol
when i first got here my mom asked me about ashley and i had told her i hadn’t heard from her ina while and then 2minutes later she called me lol she lost her phone in her in laws car and they went on vacation and her husbands phone broke lol so neither of them had a phone for the last two weeks. it was really nice to walk with her
and i’m excited to spend the weekend here with my mom
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Unanswered prayers don't stop the longing in my bones, my need to feel you breathing. Just make it through the night, your hand still holding onto mine. The nurse is quiet in his rounds, and he's got sympathetic eyes, but every beep and every breath is borrowed, I can tell. You told me that you didn't want to die here.
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THE LAMB | ANTANTULLA APPAM | AUGUST 26 FRIDAY 2022
THE LAMB | ANTANTULLA APPAM | AUGUST 26 FRIDAY 2022
“And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony” (Revelation 12:11).
Blood of the Lamb is a mighty weapon to destroy the powers of Satan. The blood of Christ is our weapon of warfare, which is mighty to destroy every fortress of Satan, in our minds.Like we have the blood of Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God, they used to have the Pascal Lamb, as the mighty weapon…
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