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

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Schlatt laid on the bed in the shared motel room.

It's been three hours and Wilbur still isn't back. " Where the fuck is this guy. " He mumbles staring up at the ceiling, he has to be okay right? Fuck, did he get caught?? Do many things ran through his mind.

He sighs, maybe taking a shower would get things off of his mind…hopefully…

Schlatt stood up with his bookbag and walked to the bathroom, turning it on he was surprised that it wasn't bad looking. Schlatt shut the door and took off his clothes from shirt to boxers. Now naked. He turned the water on and waited for a bit for it to warm up. After a bit the water was hot enough for him to go inside.

Sighing when the water hit his skin.

It been a bit since he took one.

He grabs the soap and washes his hair and body, letting the stressful thoughts from his head release. It felt good for once.

Water ran down his body, leaning against the wall slowly getting tired by the warmth. God after this he was going to have a good sleep.

What was Wilbur doing right now that's taking him so long…?

His brown and blue eyes stared at the ground his mind wandering off again. He's okay. He's sure of it.

About ten minutes went by and he got out. Grabbing a towel and drying himself off as good as he could, slipping into his pajamas. Now that the sun has set he doesn't have to wear anything too nice. Schlatt stood in front of the mirror staring at his hair, it's getting pretty long.

Is there something to hold his hair back?

Looking around in the bathroom he looked in his bookbag, rummaging around for at least a headband. Nothing. Wait…oh no. He pulled out the ram headband and groaned to himself.

It's better than having wet hair in his face. And puts it on.

God dammit, he feels stupid in this headband. He embarrassingly walks back to the room and lays back down on one of the beds. By now Schlatt thought he would've found a car but guess not.

Probably trying to find a good one?

The man sighed laying on his side bored out of his mind, maybe a little nap won't hurt? Just until Wilbur comes back at least??

But what if he needs to get in? No, he'll hear him knocking…at least he thinks…he'll be okay.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift off as doing so.

Soon enough falling asleep.

His body shook lightly, making him groan tiredly " fuckin…stop… " he mumbled turning his body " Schlatt~ " he groans again " Schlatt wake up. " Finally after being shook away a couple of times he finally sits up after defeat.

The man rubbed his eyes and opens them, standing in front of him was Wilbur smiling " Wil? Wha– " he chuckles " that headband looks cute on you. " What headband? He touches his head feeling the soft ram ears holding back his now halfway dried hair. Fuck. His face blushed " o-oh, I um…I put these on to keep my h-hair back… " he embarrassingly admitted.

Wilbur smiles " I knew those would look nice on you. " He motioned Schlatt to come over to him at a small table " I got some food, you hungry? "

" Fuck yeah I am. "
" That's great, didn't spend all this money for nothing. "
" Yeah. Say, what time is it anyways? "

Schlatt stood up from the bed and stretched his arms with a soft groan " it's twelve. " His eyes widened " really?? " He nods " damn…I've been asleep for a while… " Wilbur chuckles " did I really take that long back? " He nodded " I'm sorry about that, come on now eat, you look like you need it. "

The two of them sat at the table eating whatever Wilbur brought from a fast food place, both of them eating in comfortable silent.

Schlatt's eyes scanned Wilbur, then that's when he noticed.

His clothes were different than from what he had on from before. Now he was wearing a Maroon jacket and black jeans. He points at the older man;

" Where'd you get that outfit? " He asked him seeing Wilbur just chuckle " oh, nowhere, I left a outfit in the van so I could change before I get another car you know? I would rather steal in style. " Schlatt rolls his eyes " yeah all fun in games until the cops find you, how can you still make a joke though?? " Wilbur shrugs.

Wow, the fact that he can still joke around with something is mmmmmmmmm…kinda cringe.

" What have you done while I was gone? " The brunette asked snapping schlatt out of his thoughts " I took a shower while waiting for you– " Wilbur looks up with a grin " trying to smell all good and clean for me~I wonder why~? " He furrowed his brows " because I smelled like shit and my hair was oily, it's nothing special for you ya prick. "

" Hm, whatever you say schlatty~ "
" Fuck off, then I took a goddamn nap before you got here. "

Wilbur nodded " I saw that, you looked so cute sleeping~ " a blush painted across Schlatt's face " …whatever… " he mumbles taking another bite of his food.

After eating for a good couple of more minutes Wilbur stood up stretching " well I'm going to take a shower and then I'll be heading to bed, so I'll see ya then. " Leaving Schlatt at the table alone " okay, see ya. " Then the door shut closed.

He bit into his food and sat there letting his mind just wonder off into his thoughts.

Wait…

How did Wilbur get in?

Schlatt stops chewing and began thinking. He only had the keys so how did Wilbur come in without banging on the door or breaking the window? Confusion filled his brain thinking about different things he could've done to get in but nothing made sense. How the hell did he get inside??

He sighs to himself " probably has another key. " He mumbles. It's obvious how else could he get in that quietly, what the fuck is wrong with him???

Schlatt finishes eating and goes back to the bed he laid on, waiting for Wilbur to finish taking a shower.

Man he's tired.

{Three hours ago}

Wilbur panted staring down at the man in the alleyway, a pool of blood slowly oozing out from under the stranger who was currently face down on the ground.

He stared at the body.

In his hands was car keys, and a knife in the other.

Blood dripped from both his hand and his weapon. He didn't care that the man laid dead in the alleyway, what matters more is that he had a ride.

It felt good to stab someone after days and hours of him trying to hold himself back, he could've just stabbed schlatt but that cutie was so oblivious at everything and it's honestly funny to Wilbur. Funny that he thinks his friend was innocent and was just framed with murder.

Wilbur was actually going to kill Schlatt that night of the murder but that kids friends fucking ruined it all for him, so now he's stuck with him and have nowhere else to go but run to wherever the fuck they think would be safe enough.

He walks away from the body and to the almost empty parking lot, pressing the unlocked key and seeing the nice black car fit just for two.

Wilbur grabs the handle and opens it, looking around inside of the car and sees a shopping bag.

Opening it was a maroon jacket and black jeans making him smile, getting inside of the car and changing out of bloody clothes into now clean clothes.

It was getting late and he didn't want his schlatt to be waiting even longer than before.

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