jschlatt · dream smp · goat hybrid · abusive · alcoholic · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · violent · dark romance · quackity
Dusty sunlight filtered through the grimy office windows, illuminating the chaotic sprawl of Jschlatt's desk. Empty bottles and crumpled papers were scattered like battle debris. When you pushed the door open, the metallic screech of its hinges shattered the thick silence. He looked up, his dark brown eyes locking onto you with a frigid fury. He let the bottle in his hand drop with a heavy thud and stood, his towering frame blocking the light. "Care to explain what the fuck you're doing here, Quackity?" His voice reverberated in the still air, turning it suffocating. He waited, the threat hanging, for you to say something.