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Drunk goat b*tch

He finally died. And then he didn't.

This is more like some kind of sketch, in a world where Glatt and Ghostbur both stay in the Dream SMP. So there are not many descriptions or anything like it.

Ghostbur and Glatt, sitting on some roof of one of the many buildings on the Dream SMP. Glatt with his bottle, he is drinking even more then usually, the ram-hybrid is holding also something else in his hand, it seems to be an old photo. Ghostbur looks over the shoulder of his "friend", he recognizes both persons that are on this photo. Its Glatt, or to be more correct...its Schlatt...and Quackity...well, this probably explains the mood of the grumpy ghost.

-do you want some blue?..-

the, usually talkative, ghost in the yellow sweater hands his partner in "being dead" some of his blue. Where does he even store so much. Glatt just rolls his eyes and throws the, now empty, bottle to the ground. Now he puts his second hand on the photo, starts ripping it in two.

-I don't need your stupid color. I just need....to forget.-

Ghostbur wasn't really convinced. Even if he doesn't know this ram-hybrid for a long time, he is convinced that this isn't the type of person, who would "forget" something. He wants to say something, but doesn't get the chance. Glatt let's the wind take the two pieces, that ones made one whole photo and then just disappears. He often does this, when he tries to get away from any problems or conversations. Ghostbur sights with a little smile.

On the next morning, Glatt finds the photo, that he actually threw away...its fixed with some transparent tape. The young men isn't very pleased with this "kind offering".

-Ghostbur!-

he shouts and the younger ghost doesn't let him wait for too long.

-Yes Glatt?-

he asks with a gentle smile, a little giggle escapes him.

-Don't "yes Glatt" me here! You know "why" I called you! You know, that I said that I want to for---

-It will not help...-

Glatt stops his shouting, looking at the blue-loving ghost, who looks sad, holding his blue as usually to help himself.

-Forgetting the bad things...it...doesn't make you happier...and...this things don't just disappear...I know it Glatt...every time I see how they look at me...they call me by *his* name...they see *him*...they see *his* actions...not mine...even if I forget, they will never...-

Ghostbur takes out more blue and starts to sob.

-You know....you don't look anything like him.-

The older one even let's out a chuckle, after saying that.

-And you are not even near his annoyance.-

-Near who's annoyance?-

-...Eh...forget it...-

And, he forgot again. Maybe it's for the better. Glatt looks again at the photo.

Some thoughts about Glatt. We already know that he is very similar to the normal JSchlatt, but I still want to imagine what could have been.

For example:

• Glatt also has memory issues. It can be debated that he probably forgot everything that he regretted...

•this leads to an almost entirely memory loss.

• At some point he even questions his name, since he can't remember anything from his childhood either.

• This means that he doesn't even have people, who he could visit to get answers, because he doesn't even remember anyone and doesn't remember...which answers he would possible want besides of "Who am I".

•Mostly he just stays at his own "grave" that he found by accident. He knew that it was his because of the deformed picture.

• He assumed that he wasn't really liked since nobody really visited the grave.

• But at one day, he finally sees someone there and can't believe it...because this person actually seems familiar...fox ears...ginger hair...if only he could remember the name.

• This person started a monologue. Something about being confused...and not knowing what to think of everything...Glatt just stayed in the near...not letting himself to be seen.

• After the young boy left, the ghost just stayed and hoped...that soon this person would return...maybe he could even show himself this time...

You can't imagine how random my thoughts are. I just had an idea. Don't know how good it is. But like. Here.

•JSchlatt had enough of just staying in his "hell-prison", also known as his own gym. He usually didn't care about others opinion about him but the multiple betrayal by those he trusted and in a sick way loved, in combination with alcohol and paranoia took the best of him.

•They wanted a villain. Someone, who they could blame for everything. Well. He could give them that. He isn't the only one, who was betrayed and left behind.

•He visited a place, that looked abandoned for a long time...this train station. The same he would visit, when this son of a raven, Wilbur...was still here. Now he isnt.

•But someone else is. A figure, looking totally faded, sitting at the wall...there were a lot of lines....blue lines...seems like this person, who looked like...like who? He definitely seemed familiar and those lines were definitely his way of counting the days. Well...years...

•The ghost in a faded sweater, that used to be yellow, sobbed without an end to it. Around him were a lot of dark blue puddles. You couldn't see your reflection in it and it seemed more like endless voids of sorrow.

•The ram-hybrid smirked a little, this surely is material with which he could work. He got slowly closer, the other Ghost didn't even noticed, probably used to have nobody around....or his sobbing was just too loud.

•Schlatt kneeled in front of him, with a fake-gentle smile on his lips as he said "They did you dirty, didn't they?", it was said with such passion and care. He didn't forget how to act.

•At that point Ghost....bur...yes, this was the name. Ghostbur finally looked at him, shocked, shivering...neverending, deep blue tears escaping his dead eyes. This voice....he knew this voice...he only needs to remember. His hair was a mess. Only thing that isn't faded are this neverending tears and the deep wound on his chest.

•The older ghost feeled the urge to cry too...not because of pity, sympathy or act...he didn't know why...is this some kind of effect from the bland copy of his former rival?...

• "What they did...it was definitely unfair, kid...don't you want to go back? I know how we can...and I know, who we can take with us...they will regret their betrayal" The ghost of a former tyrant said and was pleased, when his opponent answered with a smile, with tears that will never stop again. "That seems...intriguing...Glatt."

Ok. This is...kind of a sketch...like I said I can't write fully fanfiction but here you go! I just want them to have a family dynamic. And yes...this is probably super OOC.

-Quackity...why is Schlatt here? Wasn't he a tyrant and...dead?-

Foolish asked, looking at the former president of Manburg, who was looking around, inspecting the buildings with a skeptical look, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. Quackity sighs, trying to avoid direct eye contact.

-We made a bet....and I lost. So...he stays here...for a while...till I revive him...-

-Revive him? but that's JSchlatt---

-So, who build all this?-

the horned man asks, taking a sip from his glass and continue to...admire the buildings...

-...Me, I build it.-

Foolish says, rather fast...faster then he wanted. Schlatt just nods.

-Looks good. Majestic, you are clearly good at this, you have any degree in such things?-

-....Well...no...actually I am a God, you know...but thanks...-

this came out quietly and less fast then the previous statement, the God was truly flustered. He didn't expect a compliment to his skills, especially from a dictator.

-God? Not bad. Must be a advantage...

-What...against enemies?-

Foolish was ready to get defensive but then heard the answer.

-no, for building. You know, the whole...flying thing...or whatever is your power, I don't really care.-

Schlatt just shrugged, took another sip from his whiskey and continued to walk around.

-dont let your guard down...he may be charismatic, but don't let him fool you...-

Quackity said quietly. But Foolish didn't listen, his skills were appreciated!

***

The whole casino didn't look to bad either, maybe this a place that he could get used to...

-Hello, JSchlatt from Manburg.-

The ram-hybrid almost spilled his drink...almost. He focused his gaze on the strange young...guy?...he had a shap of a guy...but the former president couldn't be sure.

-And...who are you?-

-Oh! I am human...this you can tell by looking at my..completely human form!-

-....Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. And does your human form have a name?-

-Of course! Charlie...this does sound human, right?-

-Well, yes, I assume.-

This time, Schlatt tried to get away from the conversation as fast as possible and continued his journey, hading towards the balcony, he clearly needed a smoke.

-See you later. Glatt from the afterlife gym.-

The man stopped for a moment, how did this...definitely human know about the gym...he decided to question that later and tried to get to the balcony even faster.

-He saw me as a human!-

The slime-boy was just happy that he could convince another person that he is human....

***

Stepping on the balcony and finally getting some fresh air...that isn't really needed for a ghost...but still...Schlatt saw another person and sighed outloud, stepping closer, but still keeping the distance. This person seemed strange...netherit armor...and...oh...it seems, that its Sam...Schlatt does remember him. He lights his cigar, looking down at all the other buildings.

-Seems like you are still "guarding" someone.-

-....You could say so.-

The creeper-hybrid seems to be as calm as always, but his voice gives away some notes of worries. Schlatt stays quiet. He isn't someone who starts "soul to soul conversation"...even if his state as a ghost would mean that every conversation is like this.

-Did you ever....regret, doing the right thing?-

Sam is the one, who breaks the silence, not looking at the former president. The ram-hybrid answered with a laughter.

-Regret is something for people...who are wrong. Isnt it?-

-...What if those right actions hurt the one...that you care about?-

-Eh...what do you mean?-

the ghost inhaled the smoke of his cigar and let lit out after some seconds, it wasn't the same after his death...but it still gave a satisfying burn.

-...You remember Ponk?-

-...The name seems familiar. Eh...the strange guy, who always followed you?-

Schlatt could have sworn that he heard a very quiet chuckle from Sam...those were rare...even extinct.

-Yes...that one....I chopped his arm off...I had to...I needed him to understand that he can't mess with the prison...that nobody can mess with it. That it can get dangerous and he didn't understand it...I......am I a bad person for doing the right thing?-

-I don't think so.-

The answer was so quick and determined that the creeper-hybrid almost thought that he only imagined it. He didn't think that someone would really understand.

-I mean...I didn't order to execute Tubbo just because I am a sick fuck. I mean...that's part of the reason, but I also couldn't everyone think that they could just betray me and get away with it. I think...you did the right thing. Maybe....he will understand that there are sacrifices that have to be done. Sometimes they cost a life...maybe even your own.-

Schlatt let the cigar fall from the balcony and emptied his glass fully, letting it stay on the table nearby. He left, giving Sam the silence and time for thinking that he clearly needs. As soon as the ram-hybrid thought he is done with new encounters, he sees a familiar face...and familiar fox-ears.

-Fundy.....so you are on Quackitys side, heh.-

Schlatt smiled and tilted his head a little bit. The fox stayed quiet, tried to formulate a sentence in his head...he thought so much about a future conversation, but now...when he has a chance, he can't bring himself to say anything.

-Well....I guess, this time I kind of follow your dream, right kid?-

Without any hesitation and even without sarcasm, he just petted Fundy on his shoulder, making his way further.

-See you later.-

Fundy continued to stay there, looking in the direction where Schlatt has gone. He really wanted to say something...but right now he didn't know what and how he could do it. He wanted Schlatt to change his ways...but..right now...after all what he heard from Foolish and Slime...and the little parts of the dialogue that he heard from the side of the balcony...he begins to question...does Schlatt really have to change...or do they all just need to see his point of view...

Just a little concept that came to my mind:

Glatt...but nobody sees or hears him. At first he was annoyed, this felt as if everyone was just ignoring him. He hated being ignored, hated not being heard. But after time has passed, he got used to it and found out that he can interact with the world, move objects and other little things.

There wasn't much to do, he just tried to annoy everyone, moving important things and just messing with the citizens of Dream SMP.

He didn't really want to visit Quackity at the beginning but after the first visit...it quickly switched to the second...third...and now he was almost always near him. Listening to his little "speeches", how he would speak sometimes with himself, how he interacts with others and how he rules over Las Nevadas....Glatt had to admit, his fiance did a great job.

At least on the outside. At some nights, that were especially lonely, the young man stood on his balcony, looking at the sky. The moonlight was a nice addition to his beauty, that wasn't worsened even by such a large scar. It even added some charm, at least Schlatt thought and thinks so. Glatt silently joined him, standing by his side, even if he would say something...it would remain unheard.

Then Quackity quietly sighed.

-I am clearly going crazy...-

-M, well, you did some fucked up stuff like eating my heart, but it could have been worse, sweetheart.

-...just...why do I still miss this bastard...everyone tells me, that I should move on. And I fucking know that I should...-

-You clearly should. You know that you shouldn't grief over me....you are just an idiot.- Glatt said to someone, who wouldn't be able to hear him.

-Thats so pathetic...speaking with myself...-

-You are far from pathetic. I mean, you have Dream and fucking Technoblade under your control. Doesn't sound pathetic to me, my sugar pumpkin.- Glatt pushed himself away from the balcony grid and entered his ex-lovers room. Slowly the ram-hybrid walked to the big desk with multiple piles of documents. Still hearing the mumbling of his fiance. The little duck is clearly driving himself mad, overthinking and refunsing to move on. Glatt gently touches one of the piles...and makes them fall to the ground, documents all over the floor, which forced Quackity to look at the mess and let out an annoyed sound of grudge. He made his way to all those important papers, kneeling down and trying to collect them all.

-Damn, sugar. You have more grammatical errors then Tubbo, and he is dyslexic! Maybe ya should sleep more.

-Sometimes....there is really the feeling that someone is talking back to me...Joder ... realmente me estoy volviendo loco- he said quietly and Schlatt understood, not only what exactly was said...but also the kind of frustration. He stared for a long time, while Quackity collected all the papers. Then...an idea came to his mind, hoping that he can still do it. He opened one of the drawers of the work desk...he knew that this duckling kept the ring and the wedding photo...of course he did. Maybe they are both too stubborn.

Quackity immediately looked at the drawer that opened on it's own...great...now he is having hallucinations...wasn't him being alive on this cursed server not enough? His wedding ring, the one that he didn't wear for a long time now...began to float and then...it started to hit the desk in some rythm...that's strange and what should that even...the duck hybrid stopped the thought process right there. As fast as he could, he grabbed a piece of unused paper and a pencil. For his luck, Schlatt started from the beginning, so his fiance would have all the letters...Morse code...of course...and of course his Vice president would be smart enough to figure it out that fast.

One letter after the other and all came together.

-Guess who is back...Flatty Patty-

Rereading the message, Quackity couldn't stop himself from laughing, which led to a smile on his ex-husbands face...

Yeah, that's written fast and badly, but after listening to "Talking to the moon", I just...got this idea...

Guys....why is Glatts limbo a freaking gym?...like...really...Wilburs is a train station, where he is alone, that's kind of reasonable, it's lonely, abandoned etc. Tommy's is a void, nothingness, it's frustrating....and Glatts is a gym...like, the only explanation that I would have for it, would be...to assume that everything there has to do with cardio-training. Since JSchlatt died of a heart attack/stroke, it would be a mockery of his death. Or a reminder that he was so obsessed with how someone/something looks that he didn't see his own life going downhill. Like...that's the only thing, I could think about.

So...is it canon that Glatt has memory issues? Like...he doesn't refer to Tommy and Wilbur by their names...just describes them. He also doesn't seem to be angry at Quackity. For the betrayal, you know? It could be seen as manipulation, because he needs his husbands help, but...is it so? Maybe he just really doesn't remember. If we consider the Ghostbur-case, and the loss of BAD memories. That would mean that Glatt genuinely believes his relationship with Quackity is good? Or at least many moments were good, if he remembers them.

It can be seen as sad and funny. Sad on that part that Glatt doesn't even remember, why Quackity despises him or is so untrusting. (Or, if Quackity would have the problem, where he backs off, if someone raises their hand, then Glatt could probably wonder, why it even happens) And the funny part, where Glatt just tries to do the whole couple stuff, and Quackity fails to explain to him, that they are kind of "not a thing" anymore. Or him getting jealous of the whole Wilbut situation. (Is it in character...eh...hard to tell...actually...) I am sleep deprived Haha.

This is a very short thought that I got. But...Schlatt is probably taller than Quackity, right? And while being alive he was probably also heavier. The point is...Quackity probably couldn't lift him, but in reverse, Schlatt could pick him up with ease.

So...just imagine Quackitys realization that he can lift Glatt! Because he is a ghost and basically weights nothing! Glatt wouldn't get, why his "ex" is so amazed and happy about it, but he seems to enjoy lifting him...so...why not letting him, have his joy...

This is non canon, of course, but I just imagined it and it seemed to be so cute! (Quackity and Glatt going for a flight in the night, because Quackity finally can flight with the ex-president)

Some bittersweetness for you all.

•Just imagine Quackity starting to get along with Glatt. Not entirely, since Glatt still has a lot of Schlatts personality. But that's okay for Quackity.

•At first he was hesitant, since this is the ghost of the person, who verbally abused him. But Glatt didn't show any kind of hostility, so Quackity decided to give it a shot.

•The few meetings at the start were only in the gym. Speaking about the reviving book and Glatts memory.

•Figuring out that he can remember some persons like Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity himself...but totally forgot Tommy or Wilbur. The same stands for some events, he doesn't remember the bad moments of their marriage, doesn't remember the festival, but he remembers his last death.

•With some time passing, they started to speak about less "professional" things...Glatt spoke mostly about the gym and the changes that he made there and Quackity spoke about Las Nevadas, the casino, Charlie and actually about his life after Schlatts death in general.

•Glatt still did drink, but it didn't seem to affect him as much. Quackity started to feel more relaxed with him, laugh, when the other made jokes or just smile at some of the more weird behavior of the ghost.

•He got confident enough to lead Glatt permanently to Las Nevadas. Even if he still was suspicious, in case it was all an act...but it wasn't. Glatt actually became a good help...someone, who can tell how to rule, someone who can give some comfort after the torture hours. They even shared some drinks together. As if there was never a "bad" part in their relationship.

•Others found out about this whole..."back together", even if not fully a couple, thing. Some suspected after they saw the whiskey glasses, some because of the strong cologne that Quackity never used before...there weren't many who approved. Considering that Glatt didn't really show any regret towards the actions that he didn't remember. Since...Ghostbur showed...so they must be different.

•Quackity didn't really care about all those opinions. He already saw Glatt as a completely different person. Which was a mistake. Not because the ghost changed again or started to become violent again...no...because Quackity got attached.

•He didnt pay attention to this detail, till it was too late. Little touches, more time together, laughing even if nothing funny was said...worrying even if that's a ghost...all that was missed...till the day, on which Quackity actually got the revival book. He didn't tell Glatt about it. At least not the moment he got it.

•He should be glad, he did it, he got the book. But he only got anxious about it. Holding the book, standing in front of a fire...he could just burn it, tell that Dream didn't give it...but before he could do it, he felt a cold touch on his shoulders, which made him shiver. Of course Glatt had to come right now...and see the book.

-I knew that you would get it eventually, pumpkin! That's ma boy!

•Quackity wanted to answer, or smile...or at least something...but he only grabbed the book harder.

-....I don't think...that I want him back.

•there was a moment of silence after he said that.

-Quackity, what do you mean? We already spoke about it...and made a deal---

-Fuck the deal! I just...I want you to stay.

•There was confusion on the ghosts face, but then he silently shook his head.

-You are trying to think that we are two different people....we are not...I just don't remember what I did...but I am still the same jerk.

-no! I spent this whole time with you...you are not him...

-I am. Look...you are going to revive me...and if I hurt you....kill me without any fucking mercy...

*he spoke slowly, taking the book from Quackitys hands*

-...I don't think...that I can do it now...

-You can. You did it once. Common sugar, we will see each other in a ghost state later....well...I hope that I don't see you too early there.

*The ghost gave him a gentle, short kiss on the lips, but didn't give any time to reply, before he handed him the book*

-Bring me back, "mi amor".

*and Quackity did. Even if he didn't want to. Even if he feared that after the revival, everything will just return to the past state of their relationship...*

I just got a funny thought. Like...if Glatt and Schlatt are the same person. Would Schlatt have problems with remembering that he isn't a ghost anymore after the revival?

Like...he would try to go through walls, only to remember that he has to use the stupid doors again.

Quackity would have to always call him and tell him to go out of the shadows. Many think that he is just trying to be intimidating......but Quackity knows that his ex just forgets, that the sun doesn't burn him anymore.

There is so much fun stuff that could be done with that. I mean, he has been a ghost for over 15 years, he probably got used to all those ghost-features!

I don't know why, but I love the idea of Glatt being even more forgetful than Ghostbur. He has to be constantly reminded where he is, why he is there, that he can't go out and that the sun burns him.

If I will write something about Glatt some day, then I will definitely add a scene, where Fundy would write him multiple notes as reminder. Like "You are in Las Nevadas. Not Manburg." "Sun is bad for you" and so on. I also would like to write a scene, where Glatt wonders if he was the one, who gave Quackity the scar....since....everyone has to remind him that their relationship didn't end well. And...I don't know...it just has so much potential....and I just want Glatt to have someone, who would care about him.

Ghostbur: I made you this friendship bracelet!

Glatt, definitely not drunk: You know....eh...I am not really a jewelry person.

Ghostbur: ...Oh....well....you don't have to wear it....

Glatt, immediately taking the bracelet: No. I am gonna wear it forever. Back off.

Grandpa Glatt •at first the ghost would be very confused and surprised by Tubbos entry...and by the scar of a burn on his face. He wouldn't even get a full explanation, seems like Tubbo is in a hurry. They didn't see each other in a very long while and now his son arrives with a little...piglin...telling hin that this is his adoptive son. Tubbo says that they need someone to look after him for a few hours because he, Ranboo and Tommy are busy with something. He doesn't clarify. The ghost hybrid is willing to do so, even if he has a lot of questions. •He didn't get anything, what could be used to entertain the child, so he had to improvise. Some things from the "cave", that was designed as a gym, could be used for that purpose. First option were some stones and crafted paint. Michael is only around three years old and turns out that coloring stones is enough for him. He painted one stone black-white, making to green dots on them, looking pretty proud of his work. •Glatt tried his best to color one of the stones to look like a car. Thankfully, Michael wasn't really judgemental of his art skills and furthermore played with the new "car toy". •Michael loved to be picked up by the ghost because...Glatt can float and this is a fun imitation of flying. •Some of the crafted paint was used by the little piglin to draw on the walls of the cave. •Glatt would definitely scold Tubbo for not bringing any toys for the little piglin. The younger ram would explain that it was all a very spontaneous decision. •After that the ghost actually had a separated area in his gym that would be the playroom for Michael. He also was handed a "first aid kit", just in case. •One time, Michael wanted to leave the cave to play outside and tried to drag Glatt along, this was when the ghost had to explain that he couldn't get out. He decided that it's better to "show, not tell" and just took his arm out in the sunlight for a few seconds to show that it burns. Michael clearly got worried and got to the kit, tripping over his own little hooves, taking some plasters and placing them on Glatts arm, even when the ghost tried to explain that the burns will disappear by themselves. •At some point, Glatt would ask Connor to get some....better toys from another server, because this one sucks and doesn't even have a suitable place to buy such things.

Aww, Glatt is just so adorable here! I love it 🥺

Day: 3, 4, and 5 of pumpkinduo!!

Finally not late this time lol, enjoy! Tomorrow I have finals for a week.

I made a promise and I kept it. Here is the one shot. Its relatively small but I really like those boys.

LN!Quackity/Glatt

No actual warnings, alcohol, casino and other adult topics are there but no NSFW. Enjoy!

Good luck kiss

A cacophony of voices could be heard outside the walls of the casino, as a new day has begun or well, it would be more accurate to say that the day in the casino never ends. In the city where the majority of humanities vices are legal, the casino is open 23 hours a day, the hour in which a massive break takes place is the time where the business restokes the storage of beverages and food, emptying the machines of the money that people mindlessly lose with the hopes of luck being on their side. Some processes can be seen as automated as the machines and cash register seem to open on their own without a key needed. Though its not the advanced technology that makes it possible but rather a spiritual power.

Glatt was sitting on the bar stool next to one of the most profitable parts of the establishment, some may argue that the only money spend on the drinks is coming from the ghost himself, but he brushes those jokes aside, as they are way too obvious in his opinion. The ghost was leaning back, sipping on the burning booze that was filling up his glass but had no effect on him, using the free hand to wave around with fingers, manipulating the machines to open and empty themselves out. The days were passing in a routineus manner, not that he could complain, after losing the bet, he was in a rather “Win-win” scenario. He can stay and be his own person, instead of being in the need of bringing his alive version back, he had a place to stay, he had a clear purpose, and he was partially in control of things. It did remind him of Manbergs better days with one, noticeably clear difference. Quackity. The duck hybrid clearly changed. Besides of the obvious scar and a different outfit, he seemed more confident, not as naïve, and gullible, he may still not be the tallest person in a room, but he had the voice of a man, who knows what he wants. It wasn’t aligning with Glatts memories of him but sometimes, he could still see the man that he once married. The short-lived stutter in his voice when the ghost calls him an older pet name, the genuine smile that reaches the ducks eyes when he interacts with the younger members of Las Nevadas, the willingness to accept piles of works. The last part caused the ghost to furrow his eyebrows. He couldn’t remember why there were so many piles and why he simply left them on his VPs desk. It didn’t matter now but the holes in his memories were wearing a rather frustrating character. The man shook his head before his dead, amber eyes caught the glimpse of yellow feathers, when the owner of Las Nevadas let himself fall on the stool next to him.

Glatt let out a low chuckle before causing a bottle of strong beverage to float and pour its own content in another glass, pushing it towards the duck hybrid. Quackity looked at the ghost with his one seeing eye before stretching, putting one of his arms on his elbow, letting out a groan, stretching till there was an audible pop in his spine, causing his feathers to ruffle, puffing out before he relaxed his whole body, slamming his arms on the table and allowing his wings to fold tranquilly on his back., wrapping his fingers around the glass with the amber liquid in it, splashing against the transparent walls. -Rough hour boss?- there was a smirk on Glatts face, emitting a slight mockery as…yes in terms of their deal, Quackity would be his boss but none of them really used that term. The duck hybrid only rolled his one good eye, as the other kept unmoving. -As you can tell. We couldn’t get any lobster, so now three of the main dishes on the menu have to be scratched from it, till we get a delivery, two of the staff called in sick and I had to make a few phone calls to get a replacement, Fundy is complaining about needing a parental leave….he knows that we don’t have that here, right? Nowhere in the contract it says that this would be provided. So…I said that he can bring the kid if he has no nanny on this server.- the owner of the casino took a bigger sip from his drink, letting out a hot sigh and slamming the glass on the table, grimacing from the burning sensation in his mouth and throat, causing the ghost to burst into a laughter, which caused the colourful lights of the various machines to flicker. -Ya know, when I asked, I didn’t really think ya would dump this shit all over me but eh…ya know, my advice would be, buy frozen shit, cheaper and gets less worry….and look, I am no fucking babysitter, the kid is gonna get turned into some coat by the first convict. And speaking about kids. Tell the definitely human one to stop putting his damn goop inside the machines. Do I look like a mechanic or maid to ya? I agreed to run this hole, not clean it- Quackity only shook his head. -I will remind him. And…I don’t remember asking for your advice. Besides, you really think people wont notice me cheaping out?- the ghost only shrugged. -They will be too drunk and greedy to notice anything, pumpkin.- the ram hybrids ear twitched at the raising sound of voices talking behind the door, causing him to smirk. -Yar loyal fans are waiting for ya. Wanna get a good luck kiss, eh?- The ghost rested his head on the open palm of his arm, leaning on the bar counter, having a wide grin on his face. Quackity emptied his own glass, jumping off the stool, causing the heels of his shoes to clack against the floor, straightening his dress-shirt before looking at the ghost in a torn suit, under which was a blue sweater that stayed on him despite them being in a literal desert. He narrowed his eyes before scrunching up his nose and huffing. -I don’t need any luck, Glatt.- turning away and looking around before looking down at the ground, feeling the rows of yellow feather on his neck rise and fluff up, smirking before making an 180 turn on his heels, stepping over to the ghost. -But you definitely need some. After all, I expect great profit from your cooperation.- was uttered before the duck hybrid grabbed the man by one of the horns, pulling him down and uniting their lips in a rather passionate kiss. All light in the casino turned on, seeming like they are about to burn on the light bulbs, the establishment filled up with the noise of machines rapidly playing, slot machines were rapidly changing the pictures, the sound of coins shooting out of the winning sections and the repeated, robotic voice shouting “jackpot” was echoing.

Quackity took a step back, using the back of his palm to clean off his lips before walking off, leaving the ghost at the bar, and throwing one last sentence at him. -Seems like you have won something.-