DreamSMP oneshots and short stories

Don't piss off a demon.

BadBoyHalo is a nice guy. Tall and VERY intimidating to look at, but nice.
What people, people being everyone who knows him, seem to forget however is he is also VERY, and believe me when I say VERY dangerous when provoked.
It takes a lot to provoke the demon however, so people do tend to forget just how dangerous he can be.
After a certain series of events however, Quackity, and all the people who were on the sidelines, silently agreed to NEVER provoke the demon when he is having a bad day ever again.

Never.
Again.
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Everyone knows Quackity is a very inappropriate muffin head as Bad would call him.
He walks around in his pants half the time, he says very inappropriate comments, and he curses. He curses a lot.
And it just so happened that Bad was having a VERY bad day.
Not even Skeppy could calm him down completely.
And that was saying something.

Poor Quackity.

He picked a bad day to tease the demon.

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George, Sapnap, Skeppy, Bad, Quackity, and Dream were all walking together down the prime path when Quackity let a curse word slip.
"Language."
Bad said monotonously, he was tired and cranky and just wanted to get to bed despite it being the middle of the day.
"Awww did I hurt your feeling Bad?"
Quackity teased
"Let's not try and irritate Bad today, alright Quackity?"
Skeppy tried to warn the younger male, he knew Bad was having a rough day and he did NOT want to see what Bad would do to Quackity if he snapped.
"Oh come on, all I said was 'fucking hell'."
"Language Quackity!"
"Language? How about this language!
Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Bastard
Bitch
Cunt!"

Quackity continued to curse over and over again.
"Quackity! Language!"
Bad yelled at him. He was just about at his wits end with everything and Quackity was NOT helping.
"Hahaha, what you can't take it when I say Fucker? Mother fucker? Fucking hell? Shit head? Bitch?"
He continued the list again.

A growled ripped through Bad's throat, a sneer tore at his lips as he glared at the child in front of him.

"Quackity..."
He said in a quiet growl.
Everyone had stopped walking at this rate, they were right near the prime church, and thank DreamXD for that.
Quackity hadn't heard Bad and was continuing to curse.
Skeppy had moved away from Bad at this point. He knew he could do nothing to protect Quackity but he could keep the others away at least.
And so he did, he went to each of them and dragged them around 5 blocks away from the angry demon and the soon to be scared shitless child.
The others gave Skeppy a confused look but when they saw how worried he was they didn't say anything.

Bad's hand reached into his pocket and his fingers wrapped round the handle of a blade.
It was a simple little thing, but it was effective.
And it was VERY sharp.

Before anyone could move to stop him Bad had thrown the knife I mere millimetre away from Quackity's face.

The only thing that could be heard was the low, thundering growl coming from Bad.

Quackity was frozen.
Everyone who was there were also frozen.

Bad walked up to Quackity and grabbed the knife that had embedded itself in the wall just behind him.
He did not pull it out, instead he leaned closer to Quackity until their noses were nearly touching.

"Language."

Bad said with a sneer, as if it hurt him to make any sound other than a growl.

He ripped the blade from the wall, slightly nicking the side of Quackity's face, only just enough to draw a single bead of blood.

And he left without another word.

It was safe to say that Quackity couldn't look at Bad again for the next few weeks without feeling as though he was going to die.
The others were also scared but less so then the one who experienced it first hand.

Quackity found out the hard way that you should NEVER piss off BadBoyHalo.

Never again...