A/N - Short chapter!
Bad waved as George, Sapnap, and Dream left to go back home. He had a bad feeling for the future, and he hoped the Dream Team could get through it. He turned to head back inside, the sun already setting. Skeppy was waiting for him with his arms crossed.
"What was that about?"
"George and Sapnap needed my help with something." Bad stretched, tired.
"With what?" Skeppy's footsteps followed him to his room.
"You know how Dream still has a few problems regarding his being a ghost?" Bad sat down on the bed.
Skeppy sat down on the bed next to him. "Yeah?"
"Well, George and Sapnap noticed that he'd been having a lot of headaches and migraines recently. They came to me asking if I knew anything about what was happening or if I knew any treatments."
"Oh. Do you think. . .?" Skeppy stared at him.
"Maybe." Bad answered. Their relationship was so strong that they understood each other without talking. "If it is because of Dream being a ghost, they came to the wrong person. They should have gone to Wilbur."
"Hey Bad?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"If I turned into a ghost, would you be okay with the new me?"
"What? Of course, Skeppy!" Bad smiled. "But. . . if you did, I think I would lose it. I think I'd let go."
"Let go of what?"
"Of control." Bad huffed. "If you died, there would be no one stopping me from destroying everything and myself."
Bad could feels Skeppy's stare.
"Why do you ask?" Bad tried to fill the awkwardness.
"No reason. I guess I was just curious." Skeppy chuckled. "Don't worry, though. I'm not dying any time soon."
"Good."
Bad looked at his best friend and extended his arms. Skeppy smiled and launched himself into his arms. Bad squeezed Skeppy, who let out a soft sigh.
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The Two Week Deadline - Dreamwastaken
FanficBook Two of 'Days, Weeks, Months'! Dream is back from the dead, and he's finally made peace with his friends. But now his soul is finally settled, so he's. . . fading. *Cover by kiolite_ on Instagram!*
