The Muffiny Kings (Skephalo Sequel) COMPLETED

The Butchering Business

Bad and Skeppy had been enjoying a peaceful week. They didn't have too much work compared to usual times. To make things better, they weren't having any relationship troubles.

Things can't stay ideal forever though. Sam had brought Bad a letter from Quackity. Since Bad told him anything from Quackity was important, considering he was trying to help him.

Bad read the letter while sitting next to Skeppy on the sofa in their bedroom.

Dear muffin man,

I appreciate the job you got me. I know it's hard to find a place of work for someone like me. With the whole drug thing and all that...Anyway, thank you. There's just one problem. The boss is nice, but something still feels off. I can't really explain it all in a letter. Let me know when I could come meet with you. I promise I won't piss off your sugar pumpkin this time.

Love, Big Daddy

Bad blushed after reading the letter and put it aside on a table. "Oh my gosh..."

"What was in that letter?" Skeppy asked, while holding a cup of hot coffee. This was the fourth cup Sam had made for him today, because the other ones weren't good enough.

"Oh, it's from Quackity. He wants to meet up to talk about something. Something about his new job." Bad explained, already giving Skeppy the 'Don't freak out' look.

"Okay...and will I be present during this meeting?" Skeppy gave Bad a look back.

"Yes, you can be with us as long as it's not something confidential he doesn't want you to know." Bad had to respect the possibility of Quackity needing to speak to him alone.

"Like him smooching you?" Skeppy huffed bitterly.

Bad rolled his eyes. "No Skeppy, not smooching me." He leaned over and kissed his king's cheek. "If I wanted to be with someone else, I wouldn't of risked my life to marry you."

Skeppy smiled contently and sipped his coffee. Then his mouth frowned. "Oh my god! SAM! THIS COFFEE IS TERRIBLE! UGH!"

"OH MY GOSH!" Bad yelled over him, and stood up to go write a letter in return to Quackity.

Once the letter was written, he gave it to Sam. Whom was making another cup of coffee. "Can I poison him?" Sam asked Bad as he took the letter.

"No, That's too predictable. The butler is always the murderer in films. Get Puffy to do it. No one expects the maintenance worker." Bad replied jokingly, knowing Sam was joking as well.

"Ah, okay. Who's the letter for?" Sam read the address. "writing back to Quackity so soon?"

"Yeah, I think it's important. Something about the new job I managed to get him...I really hope it's not a problem like at his last job." Bad recalled all the things Quackity had told him in private.

"Oh..." Sam assumed it wasn't any of his business to ask what happened at the old job. Thankfully Bad was upset about it, and started ranting. He didn't need to ask.

TW// Mentions of r*cism

"He told me the stuff his old bosses said to him...it was disgusting. I can't believe people would even think those things, and for them to come out and say them...Sam it ripped my heart out. All the nasty words they called him, all the stereotypes they teased about." Bad took a deep breath, to stop himself from crying. "Differences should be celebrated not criticized. At the end of the day we all feel the same emotions, and bleed the same color."