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Skephalo: Come back to me

Requested by Echo Melon on AO3, thanks so much for being so nice :)))

I probably got some of this wrong, and if I did, I'm really sorry

Also, I didn't know whether it was romantic or platonic but I'm assuming it was platonic, just based on the phrasing of the comment, and if you're looking for a romantic one I'll release the other one soon too.

Tommyinnit_godofpog , if your request doesn't come fast enough since I'm tired, consider this a combining of the two even though I have one for you in the works

Wanted to try my hand at some angst, but it'll have a happy ending since I'm nice

Third Person POV:

Skeppy gazed at the house, elegant and regal in the dark, cold nothingness apparent in his dark eyes. He flipped the flint and steel in his hands, right to left, right to left, right to left, like some sort of satanic ritual. His hand faltered and the object clanged to the ground, a soft ringing echoing out when it made impact.

"Should I do it?" His voice was flat and dead, as he picked up the lighter. He turned to his best friend, at least that's what the Egg told him was his best friend. He was a prisoner in his own mind, trapped and pleading for freedom, battling for the control of his mind but the problem was:

He was losing the battle.

He was going to disappear and become just a useless sack of flesh on the world.

"Sure, why not?" An evil voice rung from the darkness next to the Blade before he could reply, and Dream stepped out and walked steadily towards the man. He looked at the grand house, up and down, with malicious intent in his eyes. He was always one for chaos.

"Best friend? Do you have anything to say about this?" He turned to the Blade for guidance, who obviously was a little uncomfortable. But this was the Egg speaking, asking for the confirmation before he did something he wouldn't be able to take back.

"Uhhh— I really think you should talk with Bad before you burn down your guys' house and all that—" The pig-man scratched the back of his neck anxiously, knowing that Dream would probably kill him later for his response.

"Do it. He's not here to stop you. And it's your house too." Dream pushed the flint and shell to him, and towards the the single piece of TNT that would blow up the entire thing so that the only thing left in the space was dust and blocks.

"Okay."

He struck the flint against the steel, producing a spark. Then suddenly, the TNT caught the spark and flowed white. The trio backed away from the house quickly, not wanting to die from a blast created by themselves.

Skeppy's ears rang from the large blast created, he blinked, once, twice, thrice, then his house was in pieces before him. Quartz blocks were strewn all over the place, as well as the dirt from the land underneath.

He should have felt some sort of feeling,  something, remorse, regret, sadness, guilt, or some sort of sick satisfaction from destroying the thing that he had worked so hard to create, maintain, and defend.

He didn't.

He also should've heard the rustling of footsteps on grass behind him, indicating that Techno had left and Dream had most likely pearled away, not wanting to be held accountable for encouraging the black haired man's actions. He should have predicted the shrill, piercing shout behind him from the other owner of the house-turned-wreckage.

"WHAT IS THIS?"

Bad fell to his knees in front of the rubble, hands covering his mouth and jaw that was dropped. A lone tear ran down his face, and anyone could and would assume that it was because his house was just blown up, but he could care less about the mansion.

He cried because he wondered where his best friend had gone.

His best friend, the one that stuck with him through thick and thin, stayed by his side when needed and gave him space when asked, but he never really needed to ask for anything, Skeppy had some sort of sixth sense when it came to knowing what Bad wanted, and procured it just to see the delight in his face.

"What does it look like? I blew up our house, of course." Bad flinched at Skeppy's cold and harsh tone, and rose to his feet slowly. He looked back at the rubble, wanting to save whatever he could do that they could begin again later, but he had more important matters to attend to.

"Skeppy? Is this Skeppy I'm talking to? Not the e-egg??" Bad placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. He choked up at the word egg, at the idea that his best friend was lost to the strange object. His eyes watered, threatening to spill with tears and ruin his attempted consoling of Skeppy.

"Depends. What're you going to say to the two of us?" Skeppy shook off the gentle hand on his shoulder with a little bit of regret, but was quickly overtaken by the egg and it's own intentions, which didn't include keeping a friendship with the other man.

"If I'm talking to the egg, I would like to ask it to please release my friend from it's control." Bad said this after realizing that he had to be strong against the threat, so he choked back the tears that were threatening to spill and ruin his plan.

"If I'm talking to Skeppy, then I would like to ask if you could please come back to me. There's still so much that we can do, and I'm not ready to lose you yet, nor will I ever be able to lose you. You're my best friend, and my partner in crime if we did any, and we'll stick with each other through thick and thin. This is one of the thin times, but I'm not going to give up."

After he finished his small speech, he enveloped the shorter man into a tender hug, one that Bad hoped, hoped so bad, with all his heart, would convince the egg and Skeppy that he should be released and given his own mind back to him.

His hopes came true.

His friend, eyes no long clouded over, was wrapped in his arms, and they both wanted to never let go of each other, but that wasn't very logical so Bad pulled away and settled to sit down and link their arms together.

"Thanks for getting me out of there Bad."

"It's no problem. Anything for my favorite muffin."

This took so long, longer than needed, and I'm pretty sure I got something wrong but oh well

Constructive criticism is appreciated <3

If you find anything wrong, please tell me and I'll edit it right away :D

I hope you guys enjoyed!!

Star~chan

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