TW- mentions of death.

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Schlatt's POV

My eyes slowly opened, I had no idea where I was but I didn't really care. All I knew is I was dead. I could hear yelling coming from outside, it sounded like Quackity and Tommy.
I soon discovered I could float through the coffin, so that I did.

I saw Bad on the stand doing some speech I didn't care enough about to listen to. After a while of watching I notice Tommy stand up, get his bow out and shoot my picture. Soon enough, everybody joined in. They were shouting how terrible I am.

"What the fuck.."

Tommy and Quackity bothing swung around.
"Did anybody hear that?" They both said in usion.

"I did, actually. It kinda sounded like Schlatt."
They all agreed to Bad.

"Well, no duh it sounds like me! It is me, fucking idiots. Can you not see me or some shit?"

"Don't act like that! You deserve this, you know what you did wrong." Tommy yelled back, he clearly didn't know where I was.

"I'm behind you, bitch boy." He groaned in annoyance and turned.
"And no, I don't remember what happened. All I remember is the cuck shed bit we did with Tommy, Wilbur and Fundy." I decided to lie about not remembering. I knew if I told them I did remember they'd hate me.

They all looked pretty surprised but didn't say anything about it.

'Of course, they'd hate me for what I've done. I didn't even want to. I just wanted someone to pay attention to me for once.'

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