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“Schlatt Attack”

Warnings: Drug use, Smoking, Violence, Swearing, Death, Ghosts, and Angst (Recommended to readers over 14). 

Summary: What if Schlatt survived his heart attack?

Notes: None of this is canon, this is my take on the DSMP. Let me know if there are any other warnings I should put, or if I should change the recommended reading age.

“What the fuck happened?” Schlatt groaned, sitting up in a hospital bed rubbing his head. Ponk was beside him monitoring his health. “You had a….cardio-cerebral infarction. In other words you had a heart attack.” Ponk explained hesitantly. “Wait was it from-” Schlatt was cut off by Ponk. “The alcohol.” Ponk said, setting one of the bottles he had been holding before he passed out on his bedside. “Yeah….” Schlatt said, ashamed looking down at his sheets. “Schlatt, what were you thinking?” Ponk fully aware that Schlatt should be dead. “It just all hurts.” Schlatt mumbled putting his hands to his face. “Schlatt, I understand that you suffer from myotonic muscular dystrophy and Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.” “Yes yes that’s right.” Schlatt confirmed. “Have you tried to take any medication for it?” Ponk asked. 

“Do drugs count?” Schlatt replied with hesitation. “Schlatt!?” Ponk questioned, knowing he was probably drinking more than he could handle. “Look, you know I’m an alcoholic! Everyone knows that! And where am I supposed to get fucking medicine!” Schlatt said aggressively. “Schlatt! You can’t use Drugs and Tobacco and expect them to fix you!” Ponk shouted trying to get it through his thick skull. “THEY DID FIX ME!” Schlatt screamed, grabbing Ponk by the shirt as his breath became unsteady. Schlatt let go of Ponk only to cough uncontrollably into his arm.

 Ponk was a bit frightened, but it was his job to help all his patients, no matter how difficult they were. “Here.” He said as he tried to hand a bottle of water to Schlatt. “Get that the fuck away from me. I don’t need that.” Schlatt said, reaching for the bottle of alcohol. “Ah ah ah.” Ponk wagged his finger at Schlatt blocking his hand from the glass bottle. “Asshole.” Schlatt muttered. “Schlatt, I’m not letting you leave till you agree on taking medication and withdrawing drugs.” Ponk threatened. “Oh come the fuck on! You can’t be serious?” Schlatt said, astonished. “Okay, well I bet you can’t last a week without it.” Ponk teased. “Are you challenging me?” Ponk only looked down on him smiling. “If you're gonna bet there's gotta be something in it for me.” Schlatt said pissed off that Ponk was in control now. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars if we can improve your health by the end of the year.” Ponk said. “Ten thousand.” Schlatt stated. “Let’s make it five thousand, or I shave that off.” He said pointing at Schlatt’s facial hair. “Deal!” Schlatt said, pleased as he shook Ponk’s hand. (Also his facial hair is at risk lmao).

“Take it easy, okay. I’ll hook you up with an inhaler for your COPD. Come visit me next week.” Ponk said as he hulled Schlatt to his feet. “Thanks.” Schlatt said as he grabbed the water bottle from before. He guzled it down and threw it into Ponk’s hands. Which only caused a proud smile to form across Ponk’s face. Schlatt smiled back waltzing out the door. His little ears perked up as he walked out of the building with his new found confidence. 

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Schlatt arrived at where L’Manberg once was. He looked off to where his great nation once stood. Now only being occupied by a huge crater. He was stunned. “Who the hell pulled this off?” He whispered, impressed. He wasn’t mad because he knew he’d never really cared about the nation itself, but the power he gained from it. He just wanted to know what all went wrong. He knew he didn’t govern the nation right, but he didn’t think someone would go and fucking blow it up. Off in the distance he saw a small figure. It was Tubbo.

“Tubbo!?” Schlatt called as he ran up to him. Tears were running down Tubbo’s face as he looked off to Schlatt. “S-Schlatt?” Tubbo says, his voice trembling. Schlatt came to a halt in front of him, confused. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Schlatt said still not understanding why Tubbo was surprised. “I-We thought you were dead.” Tubbo responded, backing away from him. “What….” Schlatt trailed off in fear. “When you had your heart attack we thought you’d died. We called Ponk t-to take care of you.” He said, staring down at the ground. “You didn’t think to check my pulse!” Schlatt said, chuckling nervously. “Look, we were in a hurry. Trying to stop a war you helped cause!” Tubbo was still upset that he had killed him. Schlatt, noticing the pain, reached out to touch one of the many explosion scars on his face from the execution. “Don’t touch me.” He cursed, pulling Schlatt’s hand away from him. “I-I’m sorry.” Schlatt apologized. “Why did you do it?” Tubbo asked. “Do what?” Schlatt questioned. “Why did you make me your right-hand man?” “I-I…. Fuck, Tubbo! It’s because you reminded me of myself. When I was….a better man.” Schlatt said, looking off to the L’Manhole. “I didn’t want you to become me, so I thought if I kept you close…. You’d be a better man than I ever was.” Schlatt looked back at Tubbo. 

Tubbo didn’t know what to say. Schlatt never seemed to care for anyone, but himself. He never thought out of all the people Schlatt wanted to protect…. it would be him. “Hey, but it turns out Manberg really did take the L right?” Schlatt laughed trying to up the mood. “Yeah, Wilbur had a denanator room under Manberg. H-He couldn’t take it anymore-and he blew it up.” Another tear rolled down Tubbo’s face. He quickly wiped it away. “Umm, how long was I out.” Schlatt asked. “It’s been a long time Schlatt.” “Oh….” Schlatt said. “What do we do now?” He asked Tubbo. “We move on.” Tubbo said, turning from Schlatt and walking away. 

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Schlatt wandered the server for a few days not knowing what was the next step for him. Manberg was gone and he accepted that, but that meant his purpose was gone. Everyone hated him anyhow. Whatever he did next he had to make sure it wouldn’t hurt anyone else. If it were, no one would ever forgive him. They probably would kill him and make sure he was dead this time. He felt like no matter what he did he’d just push them further away. Was this his purpose to hurt everyone he ever came into contact with? There were so many If’! His true fear was being alone, but he just denied it.

He couldn’t take it anymore! All he heard in his head was his sins, his wrong doings! He couldn’t even remember who he used to be before L’Manberg. He needed to drown out the pain. He didn’t care what Ponk said! It all hurt too much.

He dug up one of the many drug stashes he’d hidden on the server. He opened the chest to find only a few bottles left. He must have gotten drunk the other day and didn’t remember. He didn’t care, this would be enough. He reached for one of the bottles, before hearing a rustle in the brush behind him. 

“Okay! Who the fucks is there!” Schlatt said wearily, being completely defenseless. Out of the brush sat up a very confused Wilbur. He just stared at Schlatt puzzled. “A new friend!” He shouted with glee, hugging Schlatt. “W-Will!?”  Schlatt also became very confused and uncomfortable. “Yeah?” He said letting go of Schlatt thinking he’d done something wrong. Schlatt hadn’t realized it, but something was wrong with Wilbur. He was discolored and pale. He wasn’t wearing his usual leather jacket and glasses. And was that a yellow sweater? It was freaking Schlatt out. Wilbur was his enemy, but once his friend. Seeing him like this only brought more and more questions.

“Will, what happened to you before L’Manberg blew up?” Schlatt asked. “I-I can’t remember.” Wilbur said, pushing his hands into his forehead, which made zero difference. “A-And why do you keep calling me Wilbur? I’m Ghostbur.” Now Ghostbur was asking the questions. “Um G-Ghostbur are you de….” Schlatt stopped, afraid that Ghostbur wouldn’t be able to handle it. “What? What is it new friend?” Ghostbur asked, concerned. “Never mind. Um, do you know Phil?” Schlatt changed the subject. “Yeah! I love Phil! Can we go see him?” Ghostbur said with new found excitement. “That’s where we're headed!” Schlatt said, only causing Ghostbur more cheer. “Wait, here.” Ghostbur smiled and handed him some sort of blue stuff. “What's-” Ghostbur cut him off knowing just how to answer his question. “It’s blue! It takes the pain away….” “Thanks.” Schlatt said seeing the blue stuff glow as he breathed heavily. ”I saw those bottles you had. I remember Phil said that they were bad for me. I felt funny whenever I ate them, so I stopped. Is that why you're sad?” Ghostbur said with guilt. 

“I-I don’t know. Wait, but did you say you remembered?” Schlatt said realizing Ghostbur could remember Wilbur. “I remember before….before h-he,” Ghostbur stopped hugging Schlatt, before crying into his arms. Schlatt knew he must have remembered what happened to his living self. “I know I know.” Schlatt rubbed him on the back, letting Ghostbur cry into him. He wasn’t very good at comforting people, but this was the best he could do. Ghostbur let go of Schlatt and wiped away his tears. “Sorry.” Ghostbur sniffled. Schlatt could see where the tears had rolled down his cheek now had left burning scars on his face. “Ghostbur, you don’t have to be sorry. But are you okay?” Schlatt said, pointing to the scars. “Yeah. It doesn’t hurt much.” He said, his tone more gentle than energetic. “Come on. We gotta get going if we wanna find Phil.” “Wait! Can I hold your hand?” Ghostbur said nervously. “Yeah.” Schlatt smiled, feeling like he was holding a five year old’s hand. 

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Schlatt thought if Tubbo still had been at L’Manberg then Phil must have been. He arrived at the crater. Ghostbur was horrified. He may not have remembered much of L’Manberg, but it was Wilbur’s home. “Did I do that….” “No, you didn’t. The past you may have, but he wasn’t in the right mind, okay.” Schlatt said his hands on Ghostbur’s shoulders. “You-He was a good man.” Schlatt said, staring Ghostbur in the eyes. Ghostbur smiled, then caught something out of the corner of his eye. “Phil!” Ghostbur shouted, running towards him. Schlatt, being unable to run due to some of his complications, tried his best to catch up to Ghostbur. 

Phil was up in the denantor room which was more visible now from the explosion. He could see a sword in Phil’s hands as he sat there frozen. Dried up blood laid on the blade of the sword. As Schlatt approached he pulled Ghostbur behind him. He could see Phil was thinner and exhausted. He just stared at a button in the middle of what remained of a wall in front of him. “Looks like you’ve aged.” Schlatt laughed hesitantly. “Go away.” Phil muttered. “Phil what happened here.” Schlatt asked. “Why did Will do it. H-He had everything and he just threw it away.” Phil said, looking down to the diamond sword. Tears rolled down his face falling onto the blade. “I hope he’s happy. He’s happy that this is all gone.” The anger was in Phil’s voice, but he still missed him. Schlatt was speechless. He didn’t know what to say.

But Ghostbur was growing too impatient. He couldn’t wait on Schlatt anymore. He pushed past him wrapping his arms around Phil. Phil was about to point the blade at him before realizing who it was. “Will!?” He said dropping the sword to the ground. Phil stood up and embraced him. “How are you here?” He said, staring at Schlatt. “Um, Ghostbur, could you wait outside for us?” Schlatt really asked as more of an order than a favor. Ghostbur nodded understanding. He looked up at Phil, his eyes sparkling a deep blue. Tears of joy rolled down Phil’s face as he parted Ghostbur’s curly mess of hair out of his face. Schlatt directed him to where he could wait as they talked and he cheerfully made his way over to where L’Manberg used to stand.

“Phil, what’s wrong with him?” Schlatt said with worry. “I think he’s a ghost. He’s different now….he’s happy.” Phil smiled watching Ghostbur roll down a hill over and over again. “He acts…. younger. Why’s that?” Schlatt asked Phil. “I think he was happier as a child, so it’s in his nature to be his younger self.”  “Phil, why were you here, not taking care of yourself.” Schlatt confronted. “H-He asked me to-” Phil looked down at the sword. “Phil I-” Schlatt connected the dots. “It’s for the best. It worked out in the end, right?” Phil had more tears falling from his face. “Phil, you did the right thing. It might not have been the best choice for-Wilbur, but he asked you to take the pain away.” Schlatt said feeling the same pain.  

Meanwhile, as Phil and Schlatt conversed Ghostbur laid in the grass hanging his legs over the blown up crater. He crest his hand around the white clouds in the sky. He’d imagined what it would feel like to touch one. He mindedly pointed out shapes he saw in them as he thought. He hummed the L’Manberg Anthem as he tried to remember what the huge pit once was. He watched as the sky grew darker and the clouds blocked the light. A little toddler-like whine came from his mouth, upset that the sun had disappeared. He closed his eyes listening to all around him. It felt so….peaceful. Ghostbur would have never been able to enjoy this without Wilbur’s destruction of L’Manberg. 

A stinging came to his face as he suddenly opened his eyes. He wiped at his cheek where a raindrop had soaked into his skin. He had not yet experienced rain and didn’t understand that it could hurt him. The sky started erupting with rain. Ghostbur got up in fear, feeling it burn his skin. He tried to run towards Phil and Schlatt, but slipped on the wet grass. Everything burned and in a moment of agony he screamed for Phil. 

Back by Schlatt and Phil they were just finishing their talk. Schlatt had noticed the storm that had rolled in, but thought nothing of it. Schlatt wasn’t sure why Ghostbur’s face burned from his tears, but he didn’t think water was the problem. Suddenly they both heard someone scream. “PHIL!” Ghostbur cried out stuck to the ground like a magnet. “Wilbur!” Phil yelled in distress. “Fuck I forgot! Water must hurt him!” Schlatt shouted, ripping off his suit’s jacket. He rushed over to Ghostbur’s aid. Phil stood there frozen in fear. Schlatt used his jacket like an umbrella over his head. “Come on Ghostbur!” Schlatt reached his hand out. “I-I can’t!” Ghostbur sobbed covered in mud. 

“Wilbur couldn’t Ghostbur! But you can!” Schlatt shouted, grabbing Ghostbur’s hand. Ghostbur pulled his feet out of the mud one by one. He winced in pain being covered in the wet muck. Schlatt started dragging Ghostbur behind him, forcing Ghostbur to keep up the same pace. Schlatt ran through the pain as his legs cramped up. Ghostbur now had his jacket wrapped around him. Phil reached out his arms to Ghostbur as he melted into Phil’s arms (Not literally). Schlatt fell to the ground exhausted. “I-Is he okay.” Schlatt panted out. “He’s got a lot of burns, but I can patch him up.” Phil smiled amused by Schlatt’s act. Ghostbur didn’t say a word, only whimpering and sobbing into Schlatt’s jacket. Phil hushed him quietly to calm him down. “Schlatt?” Phil asked kindly. “Yeah?” Schlatt sat up. “You need a place to stay right?” 

                 .    .    .

Schlatt came out of his room with his Yankees hat on and his favorite Obama T-shirt. His eyes drooped with exhaustion. “Hey, Phil.” Schlatt greeted, grabbing his morning coffee. Schlatt had been living with Ghostbur and Phil since their chat. Ghostbur was still a little bandaged up from his burns. He’d also had some neighbors, Techno and Ranboo. He was still mad with Techno, but was charmed by Ranboo. He joined Phil and Ghostbur at the table watching them eat their stupid biscuts. “Did you sleep well?” Phil asked, munching on a jam filled crumpet. “Could've been better.” Schlatt sighed. “Another nightmare?” Phil said concerned. “Yeah.” Schlatt looked down at his plate where his food was getting cold. “I’m gonna go take a smoke.” Schlatt said heading out the door without a single bite of breakfast. 

Schlatt sat out in the cold, smoke rings being blown from his mouth. He may not have been allowed to drink, but Ponk didn’t say anything about cigars. He was changing. The change scared him. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d cursed out someone’s name. He felt like he was getting too soft. And now he had an inhaler that made him look like some kind of asthma kid. He was afraid that if others looked down upon him like this they’d think he was weak. He was mad too. He was stuck in this arctic desert. He couldn’t go back, not after what he did. 

Then he heard a sound all too familiar. He barrel rolled to the side as an arrow wished past him, cutting the side of his ear. He screamed in agony grabbing at the bleeding cut on his ear. It had torn through his flesh leaving a missing chunk out. Another arrow then cut through his hat nailing it into the back porch. He then heard a crack of a twig from behind. He spun around to face his attacker. “Quackity!?” Schlatted shouted in surprise. Quackity dropped his crossbow running up to Schlatt only to pull him back into the brush. “Quackity what are you d-” Schlatt yelped before Quackity covered his mouth. 

“Schlatt! Schlatt!” Phil shouted, stumbling around the porch trying not to step on any arrows. “You gotta be quiet or they’ll hear you.” Quackity hissed. Schlatt mumbled trying to get Quackity’s hand off of him. “I’m gonna let go okay. And then you're gonna shut up alright.” Quackity said sternly. Schlatt nodded before licking Quackity’s hand. “Ah god dammit! You fucking whore!” Quackity yelled trying to shake Schlatt’s spit from his hand. 

Schlatt then ran from his killer. The last time they’d talked he got shot by him. He wasn’t gonna make the same mistake twice. “Schlatt, wait! Come back!” Quackity called chasing after him. They raced through the forest. Schlatt made sure to smack every tree branch into Quackity’s face for good measure. But the wood was really dense and filled with roots. Schlatt had to swerve through the trees and try to lose Quackity. He didn’t know if his legs could handle it any longer. A log was approaching ahead of Schlatt. He was gonna have to jump it. He pushed one of his hands off of the log as he landed on the other side. Unfortunately the more athletic Quackity jumped off of the log and onto Schlatt, pinning him to the ground. 

“Let go of me!” Schlatt squirmed underneath Quackity’s hold. “Not until you give me some answers!” Quackity ordered. “Hmm… No.” Schlatt said like a little toddler. “What the fuck do you mean no!?” Quackity laughed. “I mean why should I tell you anything!” Schlatt said in hatred. “Well you could have told me that you weren’t dead! It’s been three months since L’Manberg and your hiding out in the middle of nowhere!” Quackity said, pushing his crossbow in Schlatt’s face. “Easy with that thing!” Schlatt quived. “You left me when I needed you most! You left me with a blown up country!” Quackity roared. “And you killed me!” Schlatt screamed, flipping Quackity over and pushing into the ground. “And I wish you stayed that way.” Quackity muttered tears rolling down his face. 

 Schlatt got off of Quackity as his eyes widened. He was right. Everyone did want him dead. He may have hated Quackity, but they were friends once. Even his own friend wanted rid of him. “You didn’t mean that. Right?” Schlatt looked at Quackity, not a word coming out of him. “Tell me you didn’t mean it!” He shouted tears outlining his face. “I did mean it, okay!” Quackity screamed looking up at Schlatt. Schlatt gasped, turning away from him. “I wish I stayed that way too….” Schlatt whispered, running from Quackity yet again. “Schlatt! No!” Quackity yelled, his voice getting softer and softer the further Schlatt ran. 

“Phil! Phil!” Quackity called, running out of the forest with a stream of tears coming down his face. “Quackity!? Where’s Schlatt?” Phil said with confusion, pulling out his sword. “I-I didn’t know he was alive…. look I’m sorry, but you’ve gotta help me get him back.” Quackity sobbed, wiping the tears from his face. “What did you do!” Phil shouted nearing Quackity. “We got into an argument…. And he’s headed for the docks!” Quackity said, running towards Schlatt’s direction. “Wait for me!” Phil said, taking off after him. Poor Ghostbur peered out the window with worry, not understanding that Schlatt’s life was at stake. 

Schlatt finally arrived at the docks. He had found a bottle of whiskey as he sat at the edge of the wooden bridge. He stared at the bottle seeing his reflection in it. “I’m sorry….” He whispered as he chugged the bottle down. He shattered the bottle in his hands making him bleed. But it didn’t hurt. He didn’t care. He didn’t care as he threw it into the murky water below. He covered his face crying into his blood and tear soaked hands. “I want it to stop! I want the pain to stop!” He cried out. He stood up looking down into the sea. Bloody handprints tattooed his face. He told himself that he didn’t deserve it. That he didn’t deserve any of it. That no one cared. That no one fucking ever gave a single damn about him! And then he jumped. Splashing into the ocean as all the pain and misery was washed away by the cold stinging water. 

“Schlatt don’t!” Quackity shouted seeing his friend splash into the water. “Schlatt!” Phil shouted about to jump in after him before Quackity stopped him. “You can’t swim with your broken wings.” Quackity said with his sadness engulfing him. “But I can!” Ghostbur shouted, jumping in after him. “Wait, What!? Wilbur!?” Quackity shouted in surprise. (“How many god damn people are coming back to life” - Probably Quackity). “WILBUR!” Phil screamed, trying to grab him, but only catching air within his hands. “He’ll melt!” Phil screeched, unable to do anything.  

Ghostbur felt everything around him burn, but he had to save Schlatt. He drove through the pain and opened his eyes. In the dark depths below he could just make the outlines of schlatt. He tried to call him, only to have bubbles erupt from his mouth. He covered his mouth in shock not knowing. His skin kept burning more and more, so he tried his best to hurry and get to Schlatt. Finally, reaching him he grabbed Schlatt by the waist, lifting him up through the water. Schlatt was unconscious, so it was up to Ghostbur to find the strength to save him in time. He’d remembered how kindly he had treated him. His love, his companion. Alivebur may not have taken a liking to Schlatt, but Schlatt had changed. And Ghostbur thought that was mostly due to their uncanny friendship. But he knew eventually that everything had to come to an end and as they reached the surface the world around him went to black. 

Schlatt felt someone haul him out of the water as he tried to open his eyes. He looked around as everything became clearer. Blood still dripped from his hands as Phil wrapped them in some sort of cloth. He winced feeling the ok pressure being applied to his hands. He coughed up some of the sea water he had inhaled. “Quackity.” He called out mindlessly searching for him. “I’m here. I’m here.” Quackity cried softly cupping Schlatt’s hand. Schlatt rubbed away Quackity’s tears as his senses slowly returned. 

“Wait, where’s Ghostbur!?” He asked in a panic. “Ghostbur!” Schlatt cried out, crawling over the edge to where Ghostbur once was. Nothing was left of the innocent ghost. Schlatt stared into the water hoping he would emerge. For a time they all waited quietly, quietly waiting for their friend. “Schlatt, this is your fault.” Phil broke the silence. “What?” Schlatt said, confused. “I said this is your fault!” Phil grabbed Schlatt by the collar. “I let you into my home! I trusted you! Will, trusted you ....” Phil mumbled his last sentence realizing what he said. “Oh, so now you're blaming me! You're the one who killed him in the first place!” Quackity gasped hearing Schlatt’s words. 

Then a fist was met with Schlatt’s face. Followed by another and another. “Phil! Stop!” Quackity cried trying to pull him away from Schlatt. “You took him from me!” Phil screeched holding Schlatt over the water. “Now you’ll join him.” Phil scoffed, hatred in his voice. “Phil, don't do it! Please!” Quackity sobbed practically begging. Schlatt looked at Phil, his own blood fogging his vision. “Phil….is this what Ghostbur would have….wanted.” Schlatt asked weakly. “No….but this is what Wilbur would have.” 

Phil’s grip loosened on Schlatt, letting him fall into the sea.

Myotonic muscular dystrophy (MMD): A lot of types of muscular dystrophy can also lead to heart diseases and breathing problems which would fit into Schlatt’s clinical picture. It also affects Schlatt’s use of his legs.

COPD: One of the complications of COPD that is quite relevant to our discussion is chronic heart failure - due to complications in the lungs it becomes very hard for a heart to pump blood properly so it gets weaker, blood starts flowing slower and there are a lot more chances of random blood clots forming (this could have worsened the muscle pains as symptoms like intermittent claudication are common for chronic heart failure). There is indeed a chance of having a heart attack and a stroke at the same time (or have a heart attack that manifests in stroke-like symptoms). It is called cardio-cerebral infarction. It starts with a heart attack (mostly caused by a blood clot or an atherosclerotic plaque in the heart’s arteries), as heart tissue starts to die the production of more blood clots increases and one of them may end up in the brain causing damage there. Alternatively, the brain tissue may start to die because of the general decrease of blood going into it as the heart starts dying and can’t work properly.

Withdrawal syndrome (Discontinuation syndrome): Occurs in individuals who have developed physiological dependence on drugs or alcohol and who discontinue or reduce their use of it.

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Ender Walk (DSMP AU)

Summary: What if Tubbo visited the prison instead of Tommy?

Warning: Violence, blood, swearing, and death (You may also cry, grab some tissues please).

Note: None of this is canon, this is a DSMP AU. This is my take on the story. Also please let me know if there’s timeline or spelling errors.

“Boss man! RANBOO! DON’T LEAVE ME!” Tubbo screamed. Ranboo laid there on the floor, eyes flaring purple. He was gushing out blood from his side slowly losing consciousness. 

Two Days Earlier

“Micheal! Come on. You like this kind, it’s carrot.” Tubbo sighed in defeat. Micheal was a mess of carrot baby food. “Hey, let me give it a try.” Ranboo said, spooning the food into Micheal’s mouth. “H-How did you do that?” Tubbo asked, surprised. “I have a slick touch.” Ranboo smirked. “Oh sure boss man.” Tubbo said sarcastically. “Well I gotta go. Bye Micheal! Bye Ranboo!” Tubbo said, rushing out the door. “Just you and me now huh Micheal.” Ranboo grinned as Micheal squealed at him. 

Meanwhile Tubbo was headed to the prison. “Sam!” Tubbo called. “Yes?” Sam said from behind Tubbo. “Holy shit! Stop doing that!” Tubbo said, elbowing Sam in the ribs. Sam grunted, grabbing at his side. “I’m sorry, but why are you here?” Sam said annoyed. “Tommy wanted to visit dream, but I said it would probably be better if I went.” Tubbo exclaimed. “Fine, but will have to go through the sanitation process.” Sam said. “The what!?” Tubbo said, trembling. “Please just put all your stuff in a chest and I’ll make sure you’ve got no other items.” Sam said, pitching the bridge of his nose. “Oh. Okay.” Tubbo said, laughing nervously. 

Tubbo and Sam enter the prison. Tubbo dropped off his stuff in a chest that was locked back up by Sam. Tubbo walked into a room split in half by glass. “Set your spawn point, okay.” Sam instructed. Tubbo nodded as Sam killed Tubbo. Tubbo respawned as they continued. (Don’t worry this is normal prison procedure). 

Finally arriving at Dream’s cell Sam lowered the lava wall. Tubbo sat there feeling the heat of the lava against his skin. “Yea this takes a while. There’s a lot of lava up there yuno.” Sam said. Tubbo nodded in agreement. Tubbo and Sam sat quietly for a while. “How’s Ponk?” Tubbo said, breaking the silence. “About that-“ Sam said before the lava completely lowered revealing Dream. 

 “Tubbo!? Sam, where's Tommy!” Dream yelled nervously. “Tommy is not coming today.” Sam stated. Sam pulled the lever to the bridge. The bridge formed under Tubbo’s feet as it slid him along the lava. “I'm going to lower the lava! Get into Dream’s cell!” Sam advised. Tubbo gave a thumbs up as he hopped across to Dream’s cell. A netherite barrier separated both of them before being lowered by Sam. Tubbo looked off towards Sam watching the last bit of lava hide him from view. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” Dream said, rolling his eyes. “So…” Tubbo said silently. “Tommy said this was his last visit.” Dream said frustratedly. “Well I guess you should have said bye to him last time.” Tubbo said angrily. “You're still mad at me aren’t you.” Dream said. “Why wouldn’t I be? You blew up my nation twice! You tried to kill me! And for what.” Tubbo argued back. “Tubbo, I couldn’t let you all forget that this is my server!” Dream shouted. “Then why! Why did you so kindly invite us here! We were your friends.” Tubbo yelled on the verge of tears. “That’s the funny thing about friends. They always leave you!” Dream screamed as an explosion rang out in the distance. 

“What the hell was that?” Tubbo said quietly. “Sam!?” Dream shouted through the lava. No answer came. “Oh this is gotta be a joke. There’s no fucking way I’m gonna be stuck in here with you!” Dream said, hands on his head. “No no no no!” He yelled, slamming his fists to the ground. “You are stuck with me. For two weeks!” Dream quivered. “What do you mean!” Tubbo exclaimed. “It’s prison protocol. If anything goes wrong during the visit- we are stuck in here together.” Dream said shakley. Tubbo stared at him in fear. “I’m stuck here. W-with you.” Tubbo said run towards the wall of lava. “Sam! Sam! Don’t leave me here! I don’t wanna do this again!” Tubbo screamed in agony. “Tubbo, you were dead the moment you walked in.” Dream said. “No no no. This is all a prank. Any moment Sam will come. Right!?” Tubbo said, dropping to his knees. “You have the same look Tommy had in exile. How ironic.” Dream chuckled. “W-what are you gonna do to me?” Tubbo said unable to move. 

The next day

Ranboo had heard of the news. His only love was stuck with Dream. Dream had taken so much from Ranboo. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Sam!” Ranboo yelled from outside the prison. Micheal was being babysat by Eric at the time. “Sam, where are you!” Ranboo continued to yell. Sam walked out of the entrance of the prison. “Sam! What’s going on?” Ranboo questioned. “An explosion went off in the prison. I can’t let Tubbo out until I find the source of it.” Sam said, trying to apologize. “What do you mean you can’t let him out! He’s stuck in there with Dream!” Ranboo snarled. “Look if he were to help Dream escape we’d be in a lot more trouble than this.” Sam corrected him. “He almost killed Tubbo and tourtmented everyone he knew! Do you think he’d let out a man who's killed innocent people!?” Ranboo was almost holding Sam by the collar of his shirt. “This is my job Ranboo! If I fail to keep the most dangerous man on this server in jail I’m dead!” Sam shouted smoke bursting out from his mask. “My husband will be dead if he’s left in there!” Ranboo screeched in an Enderman tone. Sam grabbed at his trident only to let go of it again. “Ranboo he’ll be okay. It’s my job to keep prisoners in the prison. Tubbo signed those books. You know that. I’ll give you any new information that is discovered.” Sam said with a sigh. “T-thanks Sam. I’m sorry, it’s just Tubbo is the only thing I’ve got left.” Ranboo said, turning around and walking away. His tail whisked in the wind.

Back in Dream’s cell things only got worse. “Oh Tubbo you remember the fireworks right?” Dream said with a sinister smile. It was as if something took hold of him. Making him no longer human. “No stop! Get back!” Tubbo yelled shakley. “Tubbo, we can have our own festival here. It will be fun Tuboz.” Dream said, inching closer towards Tubbo. “Stop Jschlatt!” Tubbo shouted by mistake. “Oh-ho-ho Tubbo, would you like to say hi to dad?” Dream chuckled. “He’s not my father! He never will be!” Tubbo screamed in pain. 

Tears fell from his face as Dream chanted some demonic language. Tubbo backed up into a corner unable to do anything to stop him. Green dust swirled around the room as if a sandstorm was happening within the cell. A burst of light appeared in front of Dream. It slowly formed the shape of a man. Then a blast of energy covered the whole room. It blinded Tubbo, putting him in a daze. He looked like a baby fawn trying to rise to his feet. Everything cleared up revealing what Dream had done. “Did you miss me!” Jschlatt cackled. 

The burst of energy shot through the prison and all across the server. Ranboo was hit with a powerful blast of the energy. The surprise blast made him fall to the ground. “What the hell?” Ranboo whispered as he returned to his feet. He groaned as he rubbed his head. Then all of the sudden he felt an electric shock in his nerves. He fell to the ground, his whole body burning in pain. He hissed, unable to lift a finger. The Enderman side of his face slowly spread its color across the white side of his face. The pain only grew as he slowly began to change. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Then it just all stopped. He curled up into a ball on the ground and covered his face. His skin soaked up his tears burning him once more. His eyes glowed a deep purple as he was engulfed in pain. Speaking in an Enderman tongue he whispered “⏁⎍⏚⏚⍜” (Translation: Tubbo).

Jschlatt stood above Tubbo. “You may not be a lamb anymore, but you sure still act like one!” Jschlatt bellowed, kicking Tubbo in the gut. Tubbo coughed up blood not making a sound. “At least you're not a sissy.” Jschlatt said, grabbing Tubbo by the chin forcing him to look up into his soulless eyes. “Schlatt! I didn’t bring you back to spend your quality time with Tubbo.” Dream spat. “Right.” Schlatt said as he pushed Tubbo’s head into the obsidian wall. “Only one Ram gets rule the mountain.” Jschlatt whispered into Tubbo’s ear, making him shiver. “You stuck to your side of the deal. Now what do you want?” Jschlatt grumbled. “Now Sam knows something isn’t right. Everyone saw that energy blast. He’s coming to the cell. You're gonna help me escape.” Dream said.

Later that night

“Dream!” Sam yelled through the lava. “I know you had something to do with this!” Sam lowered the lava wall. “S-Schlatt!?” Sam shuttered seeing him hold Tubbo by the horns. “Thanks for the chew toy!” Jschlatt said, slamming Tubbo onto the floor. Tubbo whimpered as Jschlatt pushed his foot into Tubbo's chest, pinning him to the ground. “Stop!” Sam called. “Why stop? We're just having fun.” Schlatt interjected. He pushed his foot harder into Tubbo’s chest making him scream. “Let him go! Why are you back!” Sam shouted. “Oh I got what I came for my little Tubz. I’m finally out of that limbo! But now I owe that little blob a favor.” He said pointing to Dream leaning on the cell wall. “Sam let me out!” Dream called. “I can’t do that Dream!” Sam said, the stress causing him to shoot sparks out of his mouth as he spoke. “I hope you like lamb chops Sam!” Jschlatt yelled as Tubbo could barely breathe, his hands trying to push off Schlatt’s leg. “Fine!” Sam spoke. “Good, now go flick that lever over there for me would you.” Dream mocked. Sam reached for the lever before hearing a yell from Schlatt. “You little SHIT!” Jschlatt growled at Tubbo who had bitten his leg and was scrambling out from underneath him. “Leave him! You can play with him all you want when we're out of prison!” Dream hissed. Jschlatt’s blood dripped from Tubbo’s mouth as he stood in front of the cell entrance. “I can’t let you do that!” Tubbo said baring his teeth.

Ranboo staggered to his feet. He slowly cleared his head and he understood what had happened. The blast from Dream had unlocked the Enderman side of him. He could understand the language. He could speak it. He knew he could finally help Tubbo. But something in the back of his head still didn’t feel right. He had some sort of urge. An urge to return home, to the End. He had to do that later now he needed Tubbo. He took a step forward only to hear an ear bleeding scream. No one was around yet the screaming kept going. It sounded like an Enderman. It was all in his head, but it hurt so bad. Ranboo dropped to the ground, his mouth now in the shape of a snarling Enderman. He breathed heavily as the pain subsided. What was happening to him?

He stood back up. He looked for the nearest bit of water. He had experimented with this before. If he could teleport out of the water, then maybe he could teleport to the prison. Only one way to find out. Ranboo saw a small pond just ahead of him. All he thought about was Tubbo. He thought of the warm smile on his face. His little hooves clicking against the floor. The way he would give the best advice. The way he accepted Ranboo for being, well Ranboo. He ran over and jumped into the water.

It was all fuzzy at first. Then he could feel the heat of the lava. The drips of the crying obsidian. The smell of blood. The environment soon formed around him. He found himself in Dream’s cell just as he’d planned. He looked towards the lava entrance to see Tubbo surrounded by dark figures. As he got closer he recognized them. It was Dream and Jschlatt. He had seen Schlatt’s picture in L'Manberg before it had been blown up. Tubbo looked like he was hurt. He wobbled on his little legs. Ranboo also saw Sam from across the lava. He seemed unsure of what to do. But Ranboo knew what to do. He was gonna save his friend.

Ranboo teleported right behind Dream and Jschlatt. Like an instinct Dream instantly turn around to face his foe. Even if Schlatt did notice he didn’t care. He wanted his prize and it was Tubbo. “Ranboo!?” Dream realizing that it wasn’t just a mob. “Tubbo, you're still that little horned ass sheep I put in a box.” Schlatt said, still not paying attention to the tall figure behind him. “Well I guess we're both in the box now.” Tubbo said, bucking his head up at Jschlatt. “You wanna go pony boy.” Jschlatt said, circling him. “⎅⟟⟒!” (Translation: Die) Ranboo grabbed Dream's hood. He held him up like he was nothing. “Fuck, put me down!” Dream yelled, grasping at his hoodie. Ranboo walked towards the lava lifting Dream just above it. “Ranboo! Don’t do it!” Sam yelled seeing Dream grip onto the Enderman’s hand. He looked Ranboo in the eyes, petrified. Due to Dream wearing his mask Ranboo couldn’t see his face keeping him from getting more enraged.

Ranboo was so concerned with Dream he completely forgot who he was supposed to be saving. “Look who’s cornered. Now come on, do you really want to challenge me to a Contestive head butting?” Schlatt sighed. “What can I say? I like to gamble. I think I know who I inherited that from.” Tubbo grinned. “You're in for it!” Schlatt laughed. It was like they were bonding, but in the deadliest way possible. Schlatt scraped his hooves against the ground. Tubbo got into a fighting stance. “Oh ho ho! This is going to be fun!” Jschlatt laughed wickedly. He charged at Tubbo and their horns locked together. They pushed into each other as Tubbo neared the edge. His feet tried to balance on the rim of the cell. His foot almost slipped into the lava. He eyed the boiling liquid, sweat dripping down from his face. All Schlatt was focused on was his victory. The gears turned in Tubbo’s head. He couldn’t just keep pushing Schlatt away that wasn’t working. Then a spark grew into a flame in his mind.

He whipped his head to the side, throwing Schlatt off balance. Their horns unlocked. Tubbo threw his horns up into the air. He aimed for the now stunned Jschlatt and rammed into him. Schlatt tried to move, only making the situation worse. Tubbo’s horns jabbed down into Schlatt’s thigh, making him scream in agony. Blood poured out of his leg. Two big slashes could be seen from where he was bleeding. He stumbled backwards into the floor. The pain was too severe to even move his leg. “Not fucking again!” He howled trying to stop the bleeding. Dark red blood covered Tubbo’s horns. Tubbo stepped back in horror realizing what he had done. What he didn’t realize was that he’d stepped too far back. He fell backwards into the lava.

But fortunately for him he grasped onto the ledge. “Ahhhh! Sam!” Tubbo screamed in terror. “Tubbo! I-I can’t bring the bridge over!” Sam yelled. “S-sam!” Tubbo cried out. His hand started slipping with nothing to grip on too. Schlatt, still bleeding out, crawled over to the edge. “Come on! I’m not done with you yet.” He said, reaching out a hand to Tubbo. “No! You’ll kill me!” Tubbo said not moving an inch. “Trust me.” Jschlatt said gently. Tubbo never heard Schlatt talk in such a caring tone. Even when he complimented Tubbo it was never said nicely. He knew what Schlatt could do to him, but his instincts told him he could trust the alcoholic goat. He reached out his hand and grabbed a hold of Jschlatt. “I got ya.” Schlatt grunted, pulling him up. Sam across the lava sighed with relief. 

“You did a pretty good job, kid.” Jschlatt said, touching his wound only to pull his hand back with a hiss. “I-I’m sorry for hurting you.” Tubbo stuttered. “It’s not your fault. It’s an addiction. I wanted all that power and for what. I saw you as a rival, not as a son. And I didn’t even kill you because I couldn’t bear to pull that trigger. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for leaving you.” He said hugging his son. Tubbo felt Schlatt go limp putting all his weight on Tubbo’s shoulders. “Schlatt? Schlatt!?” Tubbo shouted, pulling him off his shoulders. He looked down to see him motionless. “No no!” Tubbo sobbed, tucking his face into Jschlatt’s chest. 

Back by Ranboo, Dream had scrambled out of his grasp. Ranboo teleported after him, scaring the crap out of Dream. “Ranboo, what the fuck! Stop!” Dream yelped as Ranboo scared him once more. Then he got an idea. “Hey, Ranboo over here!” He shouted over his respawn point in the water. Ranboo accidentally teleported behind Dream into the water, damaging him. Dream tried to drown him in the water pushing him down further. He screeched in pain as it burned his sensitive skin. He teleported back out curled up on the floor. Coughing up water he slowly formed back, regaining his consciousness. He now had control back over his mind. He grabbed out his axe from his inventory. He caustionly pointed it at Dream. “You did this to me!” He hissed. “Oh I did that.” He hummed “I think I made you better.” Dream said with a chuckle. Ranboo growled at the comment. “You're not gonna use that axe on me. I know you don’t have the guts!” Dream taunted. “Oh yeah!” Ranboo shouted, throwing his axe at Dream. Dream grabbed at the blade of the axe. He winced as it cut through his hands. “W-what are you doing?” Ranboo said shakely. He then knead Ranboo in the stomach forcing him to let go of the axe. Dream now holding the axe grinned at Ranboo. “You can’t beat me, you're weak! You're just my puppet!” Dream laughed. Ranboo groaned, balancing himself on the wall of the prison. “W-Why did you do it?” He gasped out. “You needed a purpose. I gave you one. But I don’t need you anymore. Your purpose is fulfilled.” Dream said, pushing Ranboo against the wall. He grabbed Ranboo by the collar, lifting him off the ground. (Dream’s still shorter than Ranboo, but he can still lift the guy up). “Say hi to Will for me.” Dream chuckled, sinking the axe into Ranboo. “No!” Ranboo yelled, feeling the pain rise in him. 

    Dream dropped Ranboo to the floor pulling the axe out from his side. He gasped at the pain trying to get back up. Sam had formed the bridge. Letting Dream escape. “Thanks Sam!” Dream wickedly laughed running away. Ranboo vision got fuzzy as he searched for his wound. All he would feel was the warm liquid spilling out of him. He could sense his presence fading. “T-Tubb-o….” He whispered with no answer. He could see the blur of Sam rushing to Tubbo’s aid. The whole time he’d forgotten who he was fighting for. He was hating himself. Now thinking he deserved this. He should have protected him. He was such a coward, always scared of everyone. He never even trusted his own husband. 

    “Tubbo! Tubbo! I’m sorry I couldn’t let him leave.” Sam said out of breath. “It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have come here.” He said stained with tears. Sam inspected Schlatt seeing the damage. “He’s okay. He’s just passed out from the pain.” Sam said, checking his pulse. Tubbo sighed in relief. “W-where’s Ranboo? I saw him, but Schlatt….” He trailed off seeing Ranboo across the cell. He set down Jschlatt and ran towards Ranboo. “Boss man! RANBOO! DON’T LEAVE ME!” Tubbo screamed. Ranboo laid there on the floor, eyes flaring purple. He was gushing out blood from his side slowly losing consciousness. He hugged Ranboo comforting him. “I’m sorry….” He said cupping Tubbo’s face. “You came to save me. What do you have to be sorry for?” Tubbo smiled tears rolling down his face. Sam kneeled down beside them. “You did good, Ranboo. You did good.” He said gently. Ranboo coughed up blood seeing everything fade away. He’s whole body stiffened as he closed his eyes. He smiled remembering everything he had. His friends, his family, and Micheal. He almost forgot about his son. He hoped he’d see him again. He took one more deep breath in and then he let it out. 

    “Ranboo? Ranboo! No-o-o-o.” Tubbo sobbed seeing the life fade from him. “Come on. You grab Schlatt. I’ve got Ranboo.” He said picking him up. Tubbo wandered over to Schlatt who was coming back to reality. “Tuboz?” He whispered. “Yeah.” He said sniffly. “What’s wrong?” He said, wiping away his tears. “Ranboo’s gone!” He cried. Schlatt stared at him in confusion not knowing who that was. “H-He was m-my partner.” He said. “Oh. It’s okay. Come here.” He muttered giving Tubbo a hug. “Here.” Tubbo said, motioning to help him get up. Schlatt balanced himself on Tubbo and hopped on his one leg. Sam followed close behind with Ranboo. 

Ranboo grabbed at his chest in fear. He gasped for air realizing he wasn’t in the prison anymore. “Hello?” He called. He looked to see where his wound was. Now it was only just a scar. “Hellooo!” Called a distorted voice. “Who’s there!” Ranboo said, searching for his axe only to remember Dream had taken it. “Oh, look he’s scared.” The voice chuckled. “Boo!” He said popping up behind Ranboo. He yelped at the sudden jump scare and turned to face the figure. “Y-Your DreamXD!” Ranboo said, holding his breath. “Don’t do that now. We wouldn’t want you to die again.” He laughed. “Your fun. I remember when you were my little jester.” DreamXD recalled. “Wait I was never-” Ranboo was cut off by him. “Oh that’s right. You can’t remember. It’s okay, it happens to the best of us.” He said fitling with an eye of ender in his palm. “Wait, we've met before?” Ranboo asked. “In a past life, yes. But that doesn’t matter now.” The figure wished around Ranboo. “Am I in Limbo?” Ranboo asked again. “So many questions, but not quite. You aren’t dead. Yet.” He explained. “That’s your choice to make.” DreamXD smiled. “What happens if I make the wrong choice?” “Well it could go many ways. If you want to live again things will fall apart, but you’ll be remembered the way you were by your family. If you want to accept your fate you’ll become a ghost. You’ll be filled with fond memories of those you love, but your image will be ruined. Your family will never see you for who you used to be. You’ll change.” DreamXD broke the news to him. “This is your life. I can’t interfere with that.” “I’ll go to limbo. My family needs me, but I don’t want to hurt them.” Ranboo responded without hesitation. “Part of you will stay here. The other part will be amongst your friends. The alternative version of you will get as much free will as you have. He can make his own decisions once he’s entered the overworld. Are you sure you want this?” DreamXD frowned knowing that this was hard for the mortal. “Yes.” Ranboo replied. “Well I hope I can get more entertainment out of you.” He chuckled before Ranboo was split into two.

    The other him looked ghost-like with a big sheet over his head. “H-Hello?” He said. “Hi I’m Ranboo.” Ranboo greeted. “I-I’m Ghostboo?” He said, puzzled. “Yes, you are Ghostboo.” DreamXD said amused. “Take care of my family.” Ranboo said, setting a Golden Apple into his hand. “That’s a very special apple. Please give it to Tommy for me, okay.” Ranboo instructed. “R-Rapple?” Ghostboo replied, still having no clue what was happening. “Don’t worry. Everything you’ve learned he'll remember eventually.” DreamXD said, showing Ghostboo a door that had opened. He nudged him through the door as he disappeared into the other side. “DreamXD?” “Yes?” “Can I take one last look?” Ranboo pleaded. “Okay, just one.” 

Ranboo peaked through the door watching everyone meet Ghostboo. It was as if time was fast forwarding. He saw the way Tubbo looked at him. He saw the pain of him remembering who Ranboo once was. But he saw the pain heal and his family grow. He saw Ghostboo making Tubbo happy. He saw him playing with Micheal. He watched them fill the empty rooms of their mansion. He saw Ghostboo give the Apple to Tommy. He saw Schlatt becoming the father Tubbo always wanted. He saw Dream die too, but he came back as a ghost. His corruption was gone. He was happy. Everyone was happy. Ranboo had finally found his peace. “Thank you.” He said looking back at DreamXD. “You're welcome. You are different from the rest you know. You did something I couldn’t. You brought joy, Ranboo. You brought joy.” DreamXD grinned. Ranboo saw him pull something from his pocket. He looked at it for a moment, giving Ranboo a chance to peek over. He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn it was George? DreamXD quickly hid it back under his cloak. Ranboo squeezed him at the waist causing DreamXD to tense up (Finally someone much taller than Ranboo. I mean the man’s a god). “This is um nice.” He said, relaxing and wrapping his wings around him. “Come child. It’s time to go.” DreamXD grabbed his hand. “Okay.” Ranboo said as they stepped towards the light. “Thank you.” DreamXD said. “For what?” “For doing what I couldn’t, making people smile.” Ranboo grinned as light showered upon him, stepping confidently into the light.