Pancake Pal's POV

I saw Bacon Man about to die, I couldn't let that happen! I jumped over to our island, pushing Sammy away. He fell off the edge, but I did too. I gripped onto the edge for dear life, not wanting to die. "Help!" I squealed, trying to lift myself up, but there was some extra weight on me.

I looked down and saw Sammy clinging onto my leg. "Let go!" I shouted, kicking my legs. I felt two pairs of arms grab my hand. I looked up and Bacon Man and Cereal Killer holding onto my hand.

"Don't worry buddy, we got you!" Bacon Man shouted, pulling me up with both of his hands.

"But your injured one!" I shouted, looking at him worried.

"Yeah, you'll eventually break pig!"

As he said that I started kicking harder, trying to get him off, but he kept clinging harder onto my leg.

"Keep pulling Bacon Man!"

"I'm trying!" Bacon Man shouted to Cereal Killer, wincing in pain from his arm.

"Just-" I shouted, soon screaming from a sword digging into my leg.

"Hahahaha!" Sammy laughed, sounding so scary.

"Hold onto him!" Bacon Man shouted. Cereal Killer nodded and gripped onto my hand harder. Bacon Man grabbed something and walked to the ledge, a shovel?

"Can you hold three people?"

"I can try!"

Before I could yell, Bacon Man jumped down, grabbing Sammy with him. Cereal Killer lifted me up onto land. I looked down at the endless void, seeing Bacon Man falling down with Sammy.

"Bacon Man!" I shouted, extending my hand downwards.

"See you later!" He shouted, soon pixelating away, probably meaning he ended the video, but why do I even care?!

"Come on Pancake Pal, we got some Sky Wars to win," Cereal Killer said, putting my arm around his neck.

Bacon Man's POV

It was dark and cold, until I hit something hard. I opened my eyes and saw that I was at home. I sighed and stood up.

"Hank! Pancake Pal! Cereal Killer!"

No response.

I sighed once again, going into my huge bacon house.

I plopped onto my couch, just staring up at the ceiling, until I felt a burning feeling in my arm. I looked down at it and saw the cut from earlier. "Really? It doesn't fix that!?" I groaned and went to my bathroom, digging around to find some bandages.

Once I found them, I wrapped my injured arm in it, my grease going through the bandages. Why it stinks to be so greasy! I heard a knock on the door.

"One minute!" I yelled, getting up and answering the door.

"Heys Bacons Mans!"

"Oh, hey dude! What are you doing here?"

"Just wanteds to sees if anyones else was heres."

I nodded and allowed him in.

"Yous actuallys has a nice place Bacons Mans!" He exclaimed, sitting on the couch.

"Of course! Why else am I called bacon?"

He laughed, soon me joining.

"But seriouslys, I needs to asks you somethings."

I sat next to him and nodded.

"Whys weres you so protectives of Pancakes Pals?"

I gulped and answered, "B-because he's m-my best friend! Duh!"

He chuckled. "You has nevers acteds likes that sillys!"

I sighed and placed a hand on my head. "P-promise you won't tell anyone?"

He shrugged. "Depends, we'res not reallys bests friends, but, for once I'lls bes nice!"

I chuckled, and then went silent.

"I-I, think I have a crush on my best friend?"