TW- alcohol addiction, death, mentions of self-harm.

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im not doing caps anymore, fuck that shit man (i also wrote this how i write in my vent google docs- so i make jokes a lot in this one, sorry)

based off the picture above :)) sadly, i dont have the link of where i got it but all credits go to the person who made it

schlatt's pov

i flicked my hand, trying to get my sleeve down more. it barely worked. i sighed and pulled it down myself, can't have the others finding out what i do to myself.

after what felt like years of walking, i made it to the fridge. i opened it expecting some good cheese or some shit but remembered i ate all of it, my mood decreased a lot. i guess i'll just get a beer, 'although i promised tubbo i would stop.. i'm a terrible father', but how else do i drown my sorrows?

"at least it'll kill me eventually, haha."

for some reason, i thought it'd be a good idea to pretend i'm in a race and fucking sprint up the stairs. tripping on half the steps i finally 'won' the race! pog! (i do this all the time-)

carefully, i shut the door, hoping not to accidentally wake wilbur or quackity.

"sheesh" i muttered, watching my step not to fall over clothes or some shit.
'hopefully i step on a lego and die.'

i finally made it to my bed, i immediately opened the can and chugged it down. 'mm, i'll just get vodka. i'll get drunk faster.'

after doing everything all over again, looking in the fridge for cheese, getting upset cause there isn't any, got the vodka, and raced up the stairs. i finally made it back.

"last one. probably." i almost died of laughter, i didn't even make a joke.
i climbed back on my bed and opened the bottle, it was a big one. i was already giggling.

i put the tip in my mouth (haha-) and took a few sips, it wasn't enough. i could barely feel that buzz. i drank half the bottle, i felt like i was gonna throw up. 

i leaned over my bed, yanking the trash can right before i could puke on the floor. "i think i had too much.." 

i started to feel dizzy, my vision blurring. i fell off the bed with a thud, it killed my back.
i felt something going down my face, it was either drool or tears i couldn't tell.

i heard footsteps and the door open very quickly, "schlatt! are you alright?! what the fuck happened??!" wilbur.

i mumbled something, i don't even know what i said. i could feel myself passing out, voices turned into what sounded like a dog whistle.

"w-what happened to papa..?" tubbo was the last thing i heard, at least i got to die hearing an angel.

tell me if i fucked up on anything

vote bc im desperate 😉