DadSchlatt! Mini-fic?
It’s nearly two in the morning when Philza wakes to 5 missed calls and 23 unread messages from his old friend schatt. To add to the annoyance, now he couldn’t ignore the Insistent yet gentle knock at the front door. With an exhausted groan Phil exited the bedroom, opening the front door to see the grief stricken look on the ram hybrids face. “Phil I need a favor” schlatt didn’t even wait for an invitation as he stepped inside holding a sleeping tubbo, the four year old wrapped in a black and yelow stripped blanket. “What are you doing here?” Phil questioned, letting schlatt lay the boy down before beckoning his friend to sit “I need you to take tubbo” schlatt mumbled, the normal smug tone to his voice had vanished “what? Why?*” philza gasped, hushing himself after nearly waking the little ram beside him, schlatt let out a tired sigh the man looking like he hadn’t slept in days. “there’s some bad men after me and I can’t let tubbo get mixed in all of this.... I need you to take care of him” The older man sighed, wings ruffling slightly in his discomfort. “*I can do that... but what am I going to tell him when he asks about you?*” a shudder went up schlatts spine at the question. What could phill say? It was not like tubbo could understand, the boy couldn’t even read yet. “Listen I-I don’t know hes young and maybe it will be better if he just forgets.... about me” the slight crack in his voice proving how upset he truely was. Phil nodded there was no arguing with schlatt about this. “Promise me you will take care of him. I know you could do better than me” schlatt stood making himself presentable, trying his best to remain calm. “I will I promise” the brit whispered, gently lifting the sleeping child into his arms. Phil didn’t bat an eye as schlatt approached, placing a gentle kiss to his sons forhead, whispering words that Phil would pretend he did not hear “you’ll be safe here... I love you tubbo” tears beginning to roll down the rams cheeks as he headed for the door. “*papa?*” a little voice chimes in. Both men tensed at tubbos sleepy voice. the boy snuggling closer to Phil, still fast asleep. “Sorry little bee.. I have to do this” schlat spoke he couldn’t look back or he would break the promise he made himself. This was for tubbo a safety and had to be done, he can grow up and forget about schlatt; live a happy life with Phil and his kids. Schlatt left the home after that, silent tears rolling down his face (I don’t normally write but this was kinda fun)