Running with a murderer (Schlattbur) (DISCONTINUED/REWRITING)

{VERY IMPORTANT}
[PLEASE DONT SKIP.]

(Sorry for the long wait haha)

I've been told to take this story down by a reader (and multiple, by multiple ALOT), and I may say I had no clue schlatr said he didn't feel comfortable about being shipped or anything.

{I mostly watched the misfits at the time, I didn't really watch schlatt.}

But I am not taking down this story, call me disrespectful or whatever but I cane this far with the story and I'm not gonna take it down out of nowhere.

I'm sorry reader but I rather have schlatt see my story and tell me through my screen to take this down.

–Racc'd or Bitch

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" so… "

Schlatt looks over at wil,

The van was parked in the parking lot of a motel that looks to be barely used by people, so no chance of the cops finding the two here.

" how are we gonna do this? I mean I can get out and pay but with that kid kinda recognising me I'm pretty sure the people inside will too. "

Wilbur shrugs " you don't know. J-Just try and at least be careful okay? Plus I need to take a shower. " the younger nods " same, " he exhales " okay, I think I have enough for the two of us. "

Wilbur nods " before you go, " he turns and reaches down to his side, schlatt waiting patiently for his friend to give him whatever he was gonna give him.

Money maybe?

The male turns and shows the item in his hand. Schlatt's eyes widened staring down at his palm;

" A POCKET KNIFE?! "
" ye. "
" WHY THE FUCK DO I NEED A KNIFE?! "

He shrugs " just incase. " the american glares at him " INCASE FOR WHAT DICKHEAD?! " he shouts " incase the person recognise us dumbass. " his heart began to pound " so what do I do with the knife? "

" stab them, what else. "

Heart sinks into his stomach " y-you mean I have to kill the person with it?? " staring down at the pocket knife " do you want to get caught? arrested? Put inside of a jail cell for the rest of your life schlatt?? "

He hesitated but shook his head;

" then man the fuck up. "
" b-but I can't… i-i've never killed a person before. "
" I know. So today it might happen. "

God his heart couldn't stop pounding, the idea of having to kill someone in order to not be arrested scared him.

" b-but what do I do?? "
" you slit their throat, or stab them. "
" y-you, you can't be serious, r-right now. "

Wilbur just stares him in the eyes, no emotions behind those brown eyes. He grabs his wrist causing the younger to gasp out of shock, feeling wilbur put the knife in his hand;

" kill them if they notice you. " he spoke in a stern voice. Fear was shown in the males eyes, almost on the verge of tears.

Wilbur smiles, he leans in and presses his lips against Schlatt's, shocking him. His eyes widened feeling wilbur pull away. A blush crept up on his face.

His hand was softly placed on the side of his face, feeling him caress his cheek staring straight into his eyes.

" do it for me love. " he whispered. Schlatt blushed then slowly nods. Wilbur tilts his head " promise? " schlatt was hesitant but again nods " promise. "