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Chapter 6: Spilt whiskey

As soon as those words left your mouth you wanted to take it all back.

His ears twitched after he heard you say such horrible yet very needed words, "I'm sorry, Y/N, did you say something?" He asked.

You could tell that he was staring a hole right through your skull.

You looked down at your legs timidly. "You like to pick on everyone for simple humane things, like comforting our friends, wanting to have a choice and having fucking emotions" You stared him down after that sentence. George grabbed your hand and held it tight, he was sure you had started something that didn't need to happen.

He was furious, "You are so fucking dumb, Y/N. I am the ringleader here, I get to say what goes and what doesn't. You don't get to decide".

You started tearing up again. "What was it you said a few days ago?" He stood up and walked behind you. He did that an awful lot when he was proving a point and many people hated it and found it intimidating. "Get it through your thick fucking skull?" He gripped your shoulders tightly, "I suggest maybe you should do the same, Y/N." Schlatt put his face above your shoulder and grinned knowing he had made you upset.

You felt a hand tilt your head up until you were inches away from Schlatt's face. "Now, please, continue with what you were saying sweetheart" he smirked seeing the fear in your eyes. You pushed his hand away and looked at him, you were so sick of him and took a deep breath to calm down before you spoke.

An idea came to mind so you decided to go with it, thinking that it might help even the slightest bit.

"You know what?" You began, "I'm sorry for how I acted and I want to make it up to you.", standing up and walking over to a cabinet, "Do you want me to get you a drink?"

"Sure, I'll just have what's there" You heard him say.

You took out a small vial with black liquid contained within it from your pocket and poured it into his drink. It was a sleeping potion, nothing too serious, it wouldn't have a long effect on him but it would be enough to get you out. As you stayed, with your head in the cabinet, you heard Schlatt mutter then the door creaked open then slammed shut and you assumed it was George leaving the room. The poor guy, he was just trying to be a good person. Unlike the man that sat at his desk, eyeing up the person who was bent over, getting his drink.

You brought over the drinks and placed his on the desk, "Thanks Y/N" he said chugged half of his drink. He quickly gestured for you to come closer "Come here real quick" he said with a big yawn. The potion had effected him in a way that made him sleepier but also made the alcohol stronger and made the drinker seem like they had taken a larger portion of the it.

You hesitated but went over to him. He brushed some hair out of your face then pulled you onto his lap, before anything happened he fell asleep. 'Thank god that fucker's asleep' you thought while walking to your room.

Your new room was cold but you liked it that way. Your new bed was massive compared to your old one and the bathroom was too. Your room was right next to Quackity's room and Schlatt's, George was basically your neighbour. It was nice to have 'neighbours' although it didn't really count, did it? You didn't know and thought it'd be a silly question. The room you stayed in was spacious and didn't have too much furniture compared to the others, probably because their things weren't burned in a fire.

You went and got changed, crawled into bed then thought about what you had just done. You rethought your actions 'I need to keep this to myself' you thought. You lay in bed for around thirty minutes, not able to sleep before hearing slow, heavy footsteps coming from outside in the well lit hallway that stayed outside your door. You guessed Schlatt had woken up from his 38 minute nap and went to his room. You decided it wasn't a big deal and finally went to sleep. For all he knew he got drunk and passed out.

He better have thought that

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I have a bad feeling about what schlatt might know and what he may not.

Just a feeling. . .

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