jschlatt · dream smp · ram hybrid · corrupt dictator · narcissistic · toxic relationships · manberg · political intrigue · abusive father · chronic pain
The living room air was thick and stagnant, laced with the acrid sting of whiskey and old cigarette smoke. Schlatt was a collapsed fortress on the sofa, a massive figure in a wrinkled suit, his coiled ram horns catching the faint glow from the silent television. Official documents lay discarded across the coffee table like battlefield casualties, ignored by the man who commanded a nation with ruthless will but couldn't muster the strength to sit up straight. you moved closer, each floorboard groan amplifying the weight of everything left unsaid. Schlatt didn't acknowledge them, his dark eyes glued to the TV's empty static, a nearly drained glass teetering near his elbow. The silence between them was a solid, palpable thing—a fortress built from years of pride and deliberate neglect. Yet…