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Soo, since the AU that I made, is mainly interested in the 'dead trio' I'm gonna talk about them for now, soo UPDATE!
Wilbur is still amnesiac, but he remembers everything ( like the sad and happy memories, even when he was a ghost), but he forgets like names of things, for example: bread
Schlatts personality changed by that, he is not power hungry, only rude...kinda like tommy
Mexican Dream is more calm but if he would meet Quackity ( I know they're in reality the same person) then he would go on mode ✨ Mexico ✨.
Also: the others still don't know about them.
Just imagine, the others preparing for a fight and Dream yelling at Tommy and Tubbo, and these three come into it like: ,,Are we interrupting something?"
Then the others just hug Will and Mexican Dream while Schlatt get pushed out. So Will and Mexican Dre give him a hug bc he's their friendo.
Just imagine how everyone are staring them to death while they're hugging each other.
And then the trio beats up Original Dre for hurtimg the kids.
I got sucked into the dream smp help
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!
Just a silly thought that came to my mind. Like, it seems that both, Ghostbur and Glatt, forget everything bad. Everything bad is also something that hurts them, right? And even if you remind them of that bad thing, at least in Ghostburs case, they will forget it again.
And like...I just imagine them forgetting that the rain/sun hurts them. Which is why Ghostbur continued to go out in the rain, even though it hurts him, so that Phil has to remind him that he melts.
It's just kind of funny to imagine Glatt forgetting why he stays in his gym, when there is day. He tries to go outside only to be reminded that the sun burns him alive.
I know that this isn't canon. But it would be funny, when, right after Glatt told Quackity that he can't go outside because of the sun.....he straight up goes outside because he forgot why he can't go outside.
It's silly and unrealistic, but it made me smile to think about it...and then to think about the ways how the ones surrounding the ghosts, would have to take care of them. Just Quackity coming the next day with an umbrella and a sign, to put in front of the exit. So Glatt would have a reminder that "The sun fucking burns you. Stay inside or use the umbrella"
Quackity: Glatt was getting on my nerves today, so I told him I can't wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.
Fundy: But...I don't remember anything special for you two tomorrow...
Quackity: But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as the panic takes over.
This is more a funny thought...like...when Glatt made his "first appearance", with the whole, Glattbur fusion, he shouted that he was jerking off.....before that, Ghostbur said that he saw two people. One being Glatt/Schlatt and the other was most likely Wilbur...so....did Glatt/Schlatt just jerk off in front, besides Wilbur?...
I doubt that they got that "close" in the Limbo...is it just "bros being bros"? Or...I don't know....were they aggressively making out? I mean...we know that Schlatt does like Wilburs appearance...so...
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.
Remember that post of mine? About Glatt being totally invisible for everyone? Yeah...I actually like that idea, so I am thinking of a name for that...AU?...can we call that an AU?...I thought about something like "Ghosting". Does anyone here have ideas? I am very bad at naming stuff haha.
Thinking about writing some short stuff about that. Would love to hear some of your thoughts!
You know, since Glatt at first stated that "he doesn't want to come back". (Even though it wasn't canon most likely)
I still want JSchlatt to come back and be like "God wanted me dead...and I will make you all realise why" or "I wanted to stay dead...you didn't let me and now I will make this everyone else's problem".
Revivebur: You took everything from me!
Glatt: I don't even know who you are.
...
Glatt: No, really. I don't fucking know you, who are you and what are you even doing in my fucking gym?!