TW- mean ppl, ig?

angst at first but turns into fluff :)

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Schlatt's POV

I decided it would be a great idea to hop on Twitter, so I did. The first few thing I saw weren't that bad, but they got worse with every scroll.

I sighed, people really do hate me, don't they?
I thought it would be a good idea to take a break from Twitter, even though it probably won't last any more than two days.

"Hey guys, I think I'm gonna take a break from Twitter for a while. All the hate, cancelling, and death threats are really damaging my health. I will still be active on discord but only to close friends. I hope you understand. Thank you <3."

I was proud of that. A few minutes after I tweeted it, I got a million notifications. I checked it, but didn't answer.
Most of them were pretty nice, from friends and fans. But others were very mean. I'm not surprised.
I felt tears prick my eyes, 'Why am I crying? I don't even know these people..'

I was about to put my phone down, but of course Carson had to call. I groaned, obviously frustrated but answered anyways.

"What is it, Carson?"

"Hey Schlatt, I saw your Tweet and I just wanted to say that we're here for you. Don't let those people get to you! You don't have to tell us what's wrong, but maybe you should try opening up more. It might make you feel better."

"Ok, Carson. I'll try."
We talked for a bit and hung up.

I layed down in bed and as soon as I got comfortable someone rang the doorbell. 'Fucking great..'

I got to the door and yelled, "WHO IS IT?"
"It's Cooper, do you mind opening the door?"

I groaned, and opened the door.

"You look like you've been crying. What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong."

He sighed and came in.
"You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but please at least let me help you."

"Fine."
He walked up to me and hugged me. I hugged back, it would be rude not to.

tell me if i fucked up on anything

vote bc im desperate 😉