A Literal God Complex, Part one
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Schlatt wakes up on a grassy landscape and gets to his feet.
He looks around, seeing several other people waking up or being awake.
He feels mortal, he looks at his hands, to see white fur and hoofed claws in place of normal hands.
Fuck. He’s a furry.
“Hello, my disciples!” A familiar voice greets, with a powerful reverb to the voice.
Schlatt looks to the sky to see Wilbur floating there.
But he looks. Different slightly.
He’s wearing the Pogtopia outfit, and his jacket is grayscale.
This is the other half of Wilbur, the part that Ghostbur didn’t get.
Schlatt decides to call him Wilgod.
“-the world will be slowly decaying!” Wilgod was saying with a grin on his face
Fun, he’s part of one of these worlds now, huh?
He’s heard about them, the Moderators, as they call themselves, find them fun to watch.
“Well, I hope you all have a fucking blast,” Schlatt whispers to himself “because I’m going to make this interesting.
He runs to get supplies while everyone else is making groups.
He’s managed to get two trees by the time a boy who seems to be partially slime comes running up to him. “Excuse me!”
“What?” This guy seems familiar to him…
“I’m Charlie, and I was wondering if I could stick with you? You seem to know what you’re doing. I’ll help you out!”
He thinks this over.
When will I see Charlie next? An entirely different reality, probably. That settles it.
“Sure.” He throws a pickaxe at Charlie, “Dig down, get some stone and bring it up, don’t mine anything else with the wooden one.”
“Got it!” Charlie gives him a small salute before going down.
Schlatt sits on the crafting table and waits.
Eventually, Charlie returns carrying a bunch of cobblestone, “Is this enough?” He asks
“More than enough, but that’s good.” Schlatt added the last part after seeing Charlie make a face of equal concern and embarrassment. Charlie lit up after the comment.
Schlatt takes the cobble and upgrades their tools, as well as makes a furnace. He tosses Charlie another pickaxe. “Get some iron, that’s the gray or off-white ones.”
“Got it!” Back down he goes.
“Hey check this fluffy guy out.” One dude says.
Schlatt sighs “Are you talking about me?” His white fur had already been turned to an off-white by the dirt.
“Of course we are! And I’m looking for food.” The guy and his group bear their swords, all wooden, of course.
Schlatt gets his sword, made of stone. “Only animals give food, not bipedal animals, but if you want a fight, so be it.” His hooves fit satisfyingly around the grip.
“Ooooh! Another battle?” Wilgod floats up to the battle with his sadistic grin “Fight, my disciples, fight!”
The battle was a blur to Schlatt, but he knows Charlie came up just in time to see him surrounded.
“Hang on! I’ll help you!” And Charlie jumps into battle with his stone pickaxe.
“Charlie! You have the iron!” Schlatt protests
“I won’t leave you fighting alone!” Charlie’s main-character energy shines through. “No man left behind!”
Charlie was scarily good at fighting, lodging a pickaxe in a guy’s skull at one point.
After the battle was finished, there were a few people left retreating.
“You two!” Wilgod exclaims, and Charlie jumps and turns to Wilgod, looking terrified.
Schlatt was not afraid.
“Good job! What are your names?”
“I- uh- I’m-” Charlie stammers
“I’m Schlatt Jonason, and he’s Charlie.”
“Charlie Slimecicle!” Wilgod grins
“What!? HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT!?” Charlie panics
“I know everything!”
Schlatt puts his hand on Charlie’s shoulder and whispers “Charlie, breathe. He’s only as strong as you let yourself see him”
Charlie takes deep breaths, and set his face into an even expression.
“So, you two, how would you like to be my knights?”