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To say that Schlatt didn’t like the Watson family would be a sheer and burning understatement.
He hated the family name with a fiery blazing passion. Each day, he was reminded by the absence of his beautiful sister that the Watsons, Philza, Technoblade and Wilbur, had done something terrible beyond even his nephew Tubbo’s imagination, and that was really saying something. He had long since swore that one day, one day they would pay for it.
He knew almost everything about the hell-forsaken family. Like how Phil worked late almost every day, and Wilbur and Technoblade were finishing up high school, possibly looking at university or college. Meaning Schlatt had the perfect opportunity almost every day to take his revenge.
And the ram demon knew just how to get it from them.
You see, he recently found out from his sister-in-law that the Watsons had another son. One of the only subjects he had surprisingly never heard out of any of them.
A young little boy, with golden blond hair and bright sapphire eyes. Theseus Watson, though they liked to call him Tommy. And Schlatt considered himself one to give people a taste of their own medicine.
The Watsons had taken something precious of his away. It’s only fair that he gets to do the same. By killing their youngest child, he could finally take revenge on the demon hunters once and for all, for everything they had done to him and his family.
And he knew just how to do it.
Schlatt just had to get close to the boy; he just had to pretend to be an imaginary friend and the trick is done: he can kidnap the kid and kill him right in front of his whole family.
So when he first materialised himself into the young Watson’s room, in the afternoon when he’d known that anyone else would either be out or busy, he had every piece of his plan fitted together.
What he hadn’t expected, however, was how overly enthusiastic Tommy was when he first met the boy.
It came as a shock to him at first, having had his back to the demon, then turning around only to find the towering man staring down at him. He shrieked and jumped back, quickly dropping into a more defensive pose, though it just looked cute to the ram demon.
“Hello?” Tommy slowly asked, setting down a crayon he was using to draw a picture of what looked like a cat. “Who are you?”
Schlatt’s decision was quick. “I’m your new imaginary friend,” he said in a tone accurate to that of a manipulative Disney villain. “My name is Schlatt.”
Tommy perked up as he said the word ‘friend’. “‘maginary friend? I’ve never had a friend before! You look so cool! My name is The— Tommy, it’s Tommy.”
Schlatt tensed at his first sentence, but blew it off as he was just young. “Hello Tommy!” he said, overly sweetly, though the boy didn’t notice it. “I’ll be your first friend then.”
That was the point where Tommy showed his excited side. “Wow, okay! My first friend! I can’t wait to show Daddy when he gets home from work.”
Schlatt stiffened. “No, they won’t be able to see me.” Thank the lords of fuck for that, or this would be much harder.
Tommy’s smile was quick to drop. “Why?”
Schlatt quickly thought of an excuse to placate the little boy. “I’m your imaginary friend. Only you can see and hear me.” He knew that much would be true. He wouldn’t be a powerful demon if he didn’t know how to control his powers in his favour.
“Oh.” Tommy looked to the ground. “Alright. That’s okay. At least I have a friend.”
What is up with this kid? Schlatt thought, becoming more and more concerned by the second. “Yeah, at least that. So what are you doing?”
“Oh!” Tommy picked up the drawing. “It’s a drawing of me, Techie, Wilby and Dadza!” The image depicts four scribbly figures, two smaller than the first, and one even smaller than all of them. Their names were scrawled above the figures, Phil, Techno, Wilbur…..and Tommy, set apart from the others on the thin paper.
“That’s very good, Toms!” Schlatt smiled, maybe a little genuinely, but he’d never admit that. “Is that your family?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Tommy nodded. “Yes! I’m going to show it to Dadza when he gets home, and then he will be happy with me!”
At that moment, the door abruptly opened. Schlatt was about to duck out of sight, when he remembered only Tommy was able to see him. He did, however, suppress a growl when he realised the person who entered was Wilbur.
“Hey, just checking up on you,” he said casually, sounding a little bored like he didn’t want to be there. “Do you want anything from the fridge or something?”
Tommy shook his head. “No, ‘m fine,” he said slowly, not taking his eyes off Schlatt. Wilbur just shrugged and left the room, not bothering to softly close the door behind him, instead almost slamming it.
Schlatt did not miss Tommy slightly flinching at the loud noise from the door. Jesus, what stick was up Will’s ass? “You alright?”
Tommy nodded quickly. “Yep! I’m a big man, I don’t get scared by loud noises.”
Schlatt let out a surprised laugh. “Yes you are, big man.”
Tommy giggled. “So……what are you?”
Schlatt should probably have seen that question coming. “I’m a ram person.” It was technically the truth, though it didn’t cover the actual power he held as a demon.
The answer seemed to satisfy Tommy, at least. “That’s really cool. I wish I was a ram.”
Schlatt snorted. “Nah, you’re fine as a human, kid. Everyone likes you that way.”
“Okay!” Tommy stood up. “Can we play a game?”
Schlatt shrugged. “Sure kid.”
He could last through a few weeks, maybe even a month with this little kid. He would do anything to gain his trust so he could take out his revenge, so he could watch the suffering on the Watsons' faces the way it was once on his.
He just needed to be patient.