// Dreamsmp Spoilers (?)

Hi!

Thank you for existing.

Thank you for everything.

And thank you, Mark and Ethan, for taking us on a wonderful journey that lasted a year.

I like many others, had a wonderful and Beautiful time.

See you on the other side.

Memento Mori.

Unus Annus.

Bruh what if Schlatt was battling some inner demons and just, its him vs Tubbo. Tubbo has Schlatt defeated.. Almost.. And then...

"They taunted me. They stood among themselves in power. They treated me like I was nothing. They pity me.. And for what? Because I don't have the things they do? I don't have the power status they do?!.."

And he just, Schlatt falls to his knees, Tubbo holding the sword up to his neck.. Watching as tears roll down Schlatt's face.

"... I never wanted this. I never wanted... I only wanted to feel the way they did. I wanted to feel power... I wanted to matter."

He just, stares up at Tubbo, giving a broken smile.

"I wanted to be just like them... Just like him."

And cue Schlatt reaching his hand out to Tubbo.. Because he sees Tubbo as Dream in that moment.

"... Aren't I just like him?"

this one is also pretty old but i still love how it turned out

JSchlatt but make him Bill Cipher??? Whaaaat??

Also let him in the smp!!

My idea for this is like, Schlatt catches all of the pogtopians before Wilbur can light the TNT at the festival and SOMEONE has to step in to save them 😌

“You know what they call me?”

Anyway good morning Dream smp fandom

Flirting with Death💀🥀

An update on Yuto:

okay, let's talk about Schlatt's death

it was sad

imagine Jschlatt, drunk and crying, punching fundy in the chest because he believed that at least he would be on his side, surrounded by his citizens, all traitors who want him dead and he knows that everything is lost, and he drinks, he drinks until he feels his chest hurts and he doesn't stop. sliding down the wall of the old van, he looks one last time at all the familiar faces and realizes how nobody seems to care, nobody tries to help, everyone looks at him with a mixture of anger, disgust and even pity. soon he no longer has the strength to curse, so he just mumbles while drinking and lets the tears flow free.

a sharp pain hits his chest and he knows it is the end. and in the back of his mind he thinks: a pathetic way to die for a pathetic man