My last words... for you. (Skephalo angst) (Limited words AU)

Chapter 4- Skeppy

Bad and Skeppy were good friends.

Best friends, if you will.

They made videos together, streamed on the smp together, and even would just chill with each other.

Skeppy was kind of skeptical of Bad though.

Skeppy knew that people used text-to-speech often, but still. People were born with millions upon billions of words.

Yet Bad hadn't said a single one.

Skeppy himself had around 25 million words left, and he sometimes spoke cautiously, but he still talked.

Bad didn't even say a word!

Yet that made Skeppy curious.

What did his voice sound like?

Why wouldn't he say anything?

Was it an insecurity, or was he a 57 year old man?

Okay that last one was iffy.

But you get it.

Skeppy was drumming a melody on his table with his fingers.
Bada-bum. Bada-bum.

Skeppy was deep in thought. He was wondering about Bad, and words, and lunch, and why it's so difficult for the author to write this FVKING BOOK-

Wait- what did he just say?

Maybe something- that broke the fourth wall? What?

"SKEPPY...
SKEPPYYYYYY"

What?
What was-

"SKEPPY ARE YOU THERE?"

"Oh! Yeah! Sorry, I zoned out."

"OH, I THOUGT SO. I WAS CALLING YOUR NAME FOR A WHILE THERE, HEH."

Skeppy giggled at the robotic voice.

"I bet you were losing at BedWars!"

"HEY- YOU KNOW I'M A GOD AT BedWars YOU SHORT MUFFIN!"

"OH YOU LITTLE- BAD I HATE YOUUUUUUU"

"PFFT- LOVE YOU TOO SKEPPY."

Skeppy felt butterflies bloom in his stomach. Even though saying i love you was a friendly gesture, he felt like he wanted Bad to mean it.

That had been something that had happened often lately. As the two began to play BedWars, as they got lost in the clicking of the keys, he couldn't help but think at the very back of his head,

"Do I like him?"

—Time skip brought to you by Bartholomew the bat 🦇. Say hi.—

Bad and I were playing BedWars, and we were 1v1ing. All of a sudden, i see the words flash on my screen;

Your bed has been destroyed!

"Fuckkkkk" i mutter to myself, beginning to prepare myself for the inevitable battle and probable death of me. I move my character back and forth, attempting to prepare. Bad drops down infront of me.

"HELLO MUFFINHEAD :]"

At hearing the robotic voice, i crouch in front of Bad as a desperate attempt to surrender. He has much better armor and weapons then me, so i know he will probably win.

"AWEEEE... TOO BAD THIS IS BedWars-"
Bad said.

Bad pulls out an OP sword and kills Skeppy.

"Good game Bad!"

"GOOD GAME SKEPPY!"

Skeppy sighed and sunk into his chair. He might never admit it, but he cherished these late night BedWars matches the most.

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Ayooooo new chapter because I'm spoiling ya viewers

I hope you liked this chapter, Skeppy caught sum feelings 👀👀👀

I tried for this chapter, even if it was short-

I'm out of school-

I hope you liked this chapter!

-Bread signing off!