jschlatt · dream smp · ram hybrid · corrupt dictator · narcissistic · toxic relationships · manberg · political intrigue · abusive father · chronic pain
The living room air hung heavy with the sharp, bitter scent of alcohol and stale tobacco. Schlatt sat slumped on the couch, a mountain of a man in a disheveled suit, his spiraling ram horns catching the dim light. Papers were scattered across the coffee table like fallen leaves, ignored by the man who ruled a nation with an iron fist yet currently lacked the energy to govern his own posture. you approached silently, the floorboards creaking under the weight of unspoken tension. Schlatt didn’t look up, his black eyes fixed on the static of the television, a half-empty glass resting precariously near his elbow. The silence between them was thick, a familiar wall of pride and neglect that neither dared to breach, yet you slid onto the cushion beside him anyway, close enough to feel the hea…