When Dreams Turn into Nightmares [DREAMNOTFOUND ANGST]

Chapter 16

Bads pov

Woah this little muffin is insane! I couldn't even get a hit on him, he's so good! Maybe he can help me practice sometime. But just as another bedwars game starts, my phone starts ringing.

"Oh, excuse me." I set down my headset and mute the sets mic, answering the call, getting my cheerful voice ready. "Hello-"

"Bad-" Oh, it's Skeppy! I love Skeppy!

"Hiii Skeppy! Do you wanna join us?We were just playing bedwars and George had his friend Dream here and he really goo-"

"Bad, I'm going to need to calm down for a second, I can't play." The tone of his voice is very serious. It sends chills down my spine. I don't make a sound, and let him talk. "I-" I hear him sniffle, why is my muffin sad? "I got it." I freeze, what does he mean he got it? No no no no, how. HOW?!

"Wait- do you mean-"

"Yes Bad, the virus, the fucking mark." I hold back my language, probably wouldn't even been able to get it out anyways.

"How-" I somehow manage to sob out. "Why didn't I get a call from them? How do you have your phone?" Tears start falling down my face, I try my best to stay strong, but fail horribly.

"Bad, you know we don't have much money at all, I- I can't afford any treatments for it." My now pale skin shines in the light, tears reflecting off me. From what I heard it's one of the worst pains out there. The treatment eliminates the pain, making it bearable, and sustains your life a bit longer than the date.

"H-how do you feel?" I check to make sure my mic's muted on discord, I don't want them to hear me like this and be upset. I almost filp out when I see I didn't, but them I remembered I just muted my actual mic. Quickly, I exit the game and call, having no distractions in front if me.

"Not the best-" I start to think of what going to happen. No one survives- More and more tears fall down my face, soon losing gallons of water a second.

"No- p-please t-tell me you're j-oking-" I choke on the last word, hoping this is one of his pranks. Skeppy then starts coughing hard, practically gasping for air between each one. I heard people even died sooner from their throat closing up due to it. Sobs escape my lips.

"I wish I was-"

"What does the date say?!"

"Next week-" My heart drops. Next week-?

"W-what d-day?"

"Next Friday, July 2nd..." It's currently June 25th, Friday. That gives him an exact week until he-

"No no no no no- Skeppy? NO!" I try to reframe myself from thinking about it, but- I can't. No one was as close to me as he was, he was my bestest friend out there. I- loved him. I calm myself to the point where I could talk clearly. "Please... just tell me you're kidding now. This is your last chance Skeppy." I whimper.

"Bad- I wish I was kidding. I mean it." I never thought I'd have to hear those words from his mouth, ever. It feels as though my soul has been pulled right out of my body. My only escape is gonna be- gone.

I start thinking about when I met him, our family's were friends. Why I always stayed with him, so they wouldn't beat me. As a kid, every imperfection I made, I was punished for. This one time-

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"Hey Skeppy! It's always so great to have you here!" I give him a big smile, he's the brightest thing I've ever seen in my life.