Nauseous - Skephalo

R E C O R D I N G - C H A P T E R E L E V E N

TW: Self-harm

~~~DARRYL'S POV~~~ 

'Hm... what should I do today?' I ask myself, thinking about the options. I could scroll through Twitter? No, I do that far too often. I could hang out with Vincent? No, I hung out with the muffin yesterday. Maybe I could ask Skeppy to record? Yeah, I'll do that! We haven't recorded in a while, and I'm sure the muffin has gotten over his sickness by now. If he hasn't then, oh well, I guess I'll have to wait longer. I open up Messenger on my phone, scrolling down to Skeppy's contact, opening up my messages to him. 

Skeptato

>> Hey, do you want to record? >-<

'Aw, muffins! I forgot to ask if he was still sick!' I sigh, shooting him another message.

>> Or are you still sick?

Oh, nah, I'm not sick anymore. <<

And sure. <<

>> Cool! Do you want to play Wool Wars on Munchy? :)

Pfft, sure. But I'm going to win. <<

>> Hey! >:O Don't be so sure! I've been practicing.

Ok, ok. Just join. Is it alright if I record? <<

>> Ok. And yeah, I was going to record too! :)

I close out of Messenger and hastily walk over to my computer, turning it on and opening Minecraft before logging onto my server and joining into the Wool Wars lobby. I turn to my second moniter, opening Teamspeak to see Skeppy in a room by himself. I quickly join it.

"Buddy joined your channel."

"Hi Bad!" Skeppy says, his voice slightly gravelly.

"Hey, Geppy!" I reply happily, switching back to the monitor with Minecraft loaded, to see people crowded around my Minecraft character. "Are you in the lobby?"

"Y-Yeah, join the game."

"Ok," I nod, before getting embarassed, noticing that he can't see me. I move my character to the portal that takes you into a Wool Wars game, jumping into it close to the same time as Skeppy did. The game loads and I look around for Skeppy, hoping we got into the same game. I quickly notice his diamond block skin, letting out a small sigh of relief. "Looks like we managed to get into the same game, thank goodness!"

"Yep," Skeppy replies simply. He really wasn't talkative today was he? I shrug, and start to play the game.

Timeskip-

"SKEPPY! YOU POTATO! HOW HAVE YOU WON FIVE GAMES IN A ROW!" I scream in frustration. We had switched over to one-on-one games after our fans and haters kept targetting us in public games, and Skeppy had won five games in a row.

"I don't know, m-maybe because I'm good at it?" I hear Skeppy giggle.

"YOU'RE NOT GOOD! YOU CHEATED, I JUST KNOW IT!" I retort. He had cheated multiple times before in games for videos, why would he stop for this one?

"Whaaaat? I've never cheated!" Skeppy replies, feigning being hurt.

"You have," I lowered my voice, as it was sore from screaming at the other boy. "Multiple times too, I might add. You, Skeppy, are a dirty, cheating, muffiny fat potatohead!"

"..." Silence came from Skeppy's end of the call, before he abruptly left the Teamspeak. Did I go too far? No, it was all for fun, just a joke. He knew that, right?

~~~ZAK'S POV~~~

"You have," I hear Bad lower his voice, "Multiple times too, I might add. You, Skeppy, are a dirty, cheating, muffiny fat potatohead!"

"..." I stayed silent for a few seconds, on the brink of tears. Did he really think that? I was about to let the tears flow, before I remembered I was still in a call with Bad. I look at my monitor with Teamspeak open, my eyes starting to get blurry from my tears, and close it out before doing the same thing with Minecraft. I curl up on my chair, bringing my legs up to my chest, hugging them and burrying my face into my knees.

"Cheater!" Did I really cheat that often?

"Muffin!" That was one of Bad's censors, he was calling me a bad word.

"Potatohead!" Another one of Bad's censors, another bad word.

"Fat!" Huh. He doesn't even know what I look like, but he knows I'm fat. It's that obvious?

'Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?'

'You're right.'

'I know I am. I also know that you're feeling quite... worthless right now.'

'Right again.'

'Why not use the method I so kindly informed you about then?'

I groan as I move from my spot, in pain from my injuries being jostled. I shakily walk over to my bathroom, taking a deep breath as I grab out my razor blade, preparing to cut myself. I grab out my towel that was stained red from my blood, and lay it down beneath me, hoping to minimize the mess that I'd have to clean up later. I throw my hoodie off to the side, then rolling up my left sleeve to my shoulder, and look at it, struggling to find empty space where I could cut. I do eventually find some though and smile to myself before cutting deeply, the blood pouring out over my arm. I repeat the action again and again, before I finish filling up my arm with cuts and feel myself get dizzy, indicating that I had lost too much blood. My world starts to go dark and the last thing I see is the tile floor of my bathroom rushing towards my face.

~~~DARRYL'S POV~~~

It's been a few hours now, and I've been spamming Skeppy since an hour went by without hearing anything from him, and he still hasn't responded yet. Maybe he took it seriously? No, he would definately know it was a joke. But... what if he didn't? What if he was beating himself up over what I called him earlier? But then again, I could also be completely overeacting and he could just be busy right now. Maybe he was at the store. He could also be taking a nap, I know how much his sleep scheldule is. But then again, I could also be right. He could be beating himself up over my words.

~A/N~

Hey guys! I've got yet another question for you! I've been thinking about putting book suggestions in the A/N, would you guys like that? They would mostly be angst, btw.

I also have one book that I'm for sure going to start working on, and one that I MAY start working on. If you are wondering, they are both angst books, and one will be DreamNotFound/Gream, and the other is Hermitcraft. You guys can tell me if you are looking forwards to them or not if you'd like, and it may affect whether or not I write them.

1005 words without A/N.