Babyboyhalo Oneshots [ On Hold! ]

𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠

Caretaker: ... ?
BBH's age: 06 years old.

Plot: Bad's Dreams, but, they are well... Weird.
TW: Desrealization maybe? Idk sorry.

Quick A/N: I'm working on this while i'm waiting for someone to tell me how the iDOTS acts. And this one shot was inspired by Baphomet Kun videos, go check they out! This is just.. Ahah-- weird so yeah prepare yourselfs.

Not revised.
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Badboyhalo P.O.V
Third person.

Bad's eyes slowly open, his body felt like he haven't move in years but yet, he felt like he ran 10 miles out of somewhere. Turning his head with the little bits of energy he had to move any part of his fragile body, he saw an yellow door, that for some reason, seemed to be the only thing in that room.

The place that he was at, seemed to be an basement, blank white walls and dirt floor. It was painful for Halo to keep laying in such an bad position, he didn't notice at first but he was laying in a 'bed' of rocks. The agonizing feeling of things in back made the wave of adrenaline come over Bad's body, 'snapping' him from his tiredness.

With an quick move Bad was already up, standing and looking around, not seeing anything different. The only weird thing that he saw was the 'bed' of rocks that was the exact same size as him, like it was build only for him.

Ignoring that, Bad made his way to the door and opening it, seeing what he wasn't really expecting, he saw an grey room. An bench in the center of it, and at the front, an wood button, entering the new territory made the yellow door behind him close. The sudden cold of the room made Bad shiver, in search of warmth he wrapped his little tail in his leg, and forcefully pulled down his pajama's sleeve.

Unfortunately he failed, giving up on searching for any warmth, he decided to look around in the room he was. Sighs in the walls, written an familiar melody that Bad remembered from someone singing for him, but sadly he couldn't remember who.

He looked around, seeing nothing but only the wood button, Bad felt like he really shouldn't press that button,the little demon felt like... That could make something really bad, but being the 'bad boy' he is, he decided to press it.

His little palm stayed in the button, carefull to not press it, feeling the wood scratching in his palm, the room became colder and colder as much longer as he procrastinate to press it. As like something or someone was begging for him to press it.

The little guy didn't know how to react, so he pressed it. Seeing an blinding white light, Bad closed his eyes and brought his hands together, putting they on his eyes. Waiting for the sudden light to be gone.

"Come on Bad! Open your eyes!!" An unfamiliar voice said, making Bad take out his hands that was on his face, then opening his big white eyes.

"Happy birthday! I hope you like the cake honey, me and your brother made it with tons of love!" Another unfamiliar voice said, he tried to remember who those people were, Mother? He didn't had one as far as he know. The sign in front of him was terrifying.

Two black figures in front of him, with an birthday cake, and people surrounding him, but they were also just like an shadow that he didn't recognize. It seemed more like he was getting swallowed by shadows, voices all around his head, in every corner. It was slowly making Bad's blood boil.

"SHUT UP! YOU ARE ALL SO ANNOYING! JUST SHUT UP ALREADY" Bad yelled, shutting his eyes, and bending his body down. Falling on his knees with his small hands over his ears, the voices slowly faded away for Bad's satisfaction.

His happiness quickly faded away when he noticed he was already in an different place, he was in a grass field, without nothing else. The grass was tall, Bad had to be on his tippy toes to see anything, getting up, Bad tried to look around. Jumping around, seeing the best as he could of anything in the grass field.

"What in the world is happening?" Bad asked himself as he kept jumping like an happy little bunny, but in fact, Bad was desperate to leave the field.

His legs slowly got tired from jumping so much, Bad kept pushing himself to at least walk but his legs failed him, making him fall in the ground, hitting his face directly at the dirt.

Giving up again, he changed position, with his stomach up, looking up at the baby blue sky, just as if the sun was about to rise, something started to bother Bad's back. Like something was cracking up and whatever was doing that, was scratching his back.

Bad at this point, didn't even care anymore, he just kept looking up at the sky, slowly feeling the world fall apart, his black raven hair waving. His hands up as he started to fall with the world behind him, finally feeling the sensation of an bird being free of it's cage, Bad woke up.

He quickly felt himself back at the reality, looking around seeing the familiar red room with his toys around the room, dirty clothes in a chair, his school materials in the floor. Seeing the mess made Bad smile.

The little demom brought his hand in front of him, seeing his long nails that he refused to cut, seeing his dark charcoal skin, his red stripped pajamas. His little feet, his leg, everything, he was happy he woke up.

That truly was an weird dream, but he was sure it wasn't an nightmare, just an weird, really weird dream.

Bad put this hand in his cheek and looked up with an smile, his black hair going back as he kept staring up. Staring at the stars he begged his father to put on the ceiling.

"What the actual muffin was that dream?"

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Sorry this is short, it's 4 AM almost 5, and i decided to write. Please if someone know how to tea h fancy english or how the iDOTS act please tell me i need that for requests.

Thanks for reading 👍