The Muffiny Kings (Skephalo Sequel) COMPLETED

The Investigation Continues

Bad got up and went downstairs to better hear the argument. He didn't let them see him, he wanted to hear what they were saying.

"How could you do that?!" The queen screamed at her husband.

"It's for his own good! Don't you want a son to rule this kingdom one day?" The king tried to explain himself.

"Don't you remember why we didn't do this in the first place?! Oh my god, I can't believe you!" The queen angrily took off her wedding ring, and tossed it in their diamond trashcan.

"What the hell are you doing?!" The king wasn't too happy about it.

"Until my son is home, I don't want to be considered your wife." The queen went into another room, and slammed the door.

Bad went back upstairs and quietly went into the library. "Dream" Bad walked over and shook him.

Dream woke easily. "What? Is something going on?"

"You were right, the king is behind it. I caught him arguing with the queen." Bad told him, feeling like he was closer to getting his husband back.

"Okay, we're getting somewhere. Did you hear anything about where Skeppy is?" Dream yawned and stretched.

"No...the king said it was for his own good, and I think it might be about you know..." Bad trailed off.

"What?" Dream tilted his head.

"I think it's got to do with us being gay... actually I know it's about that, I just keep trying to deny it." Bad sighed.

"Fuck...that's awful. Well, don't worry. We're getting closer by the minute. Once Technoblade gets here, we'll get the location." Dream promised. "Until then we can keep digging for the answer on our own. Maybe he'll feel guilty and confess to you. Or we can spy on them and see if he tells his wife where Skeppy is."

Bad nodded. "okay...thank you Dream. I owe you one for this."

"You do, and I'll cash it in on another occasion." Dream laughed a little.

"Okay..." Bad honestly didn't think he could go back to bed now, knowing Skeppy was lost because of his own father. He decided to chat with Dream for a few minutes. Until he felt calm enough to go back to bed. "Who's George?"

Dream rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, really? I thought you'd forget by now."

Bad shrugged "Sorry? I'm just curious."

"Uh George is a friend..." Dream started, deciding how much detail Bad should get. "But it's kind of complicated? We're interested in each other but...I don't know if I'm into guys, I guess?" Dream was confused about how to say it.

"Oh no, I understand. It's normal to feel confused." Bad assured him, with a smile. "You two can figure it out in your own time. If you end up in love, that's great. If you decide to stay friends, that's also great."

Dream felt a bit better hearing that. "Thanks...you know you're the only reason I let myself consider men. Up until you and Skeppy got married, I never really saw two guys... together? Like romantically." He admitted to never seeing a same-sex couple before the two badland kings. "When I saw you two kiss at the wedding...it just...I don't know how to explain it. It liked opened up a whole new world for me."

Bad thought back to his wedding, getting butterflies. "Yeah...it really blew my mind too. I'm glad I helped you discover that part of yourself. Sometimes you need your feelings to be represented, before you understand them."

Dream nodded, and yawned again. "Can I go back to sleep?"

Bad nodded, yawning after him. "Sure, I should go back to bed too." He got up and started walking out. "Goodnight...if you end up marrying that man, I want the first invitation."

Dream chuckled. "Definitely, you and Skeppy can be in the front row."

Bad went back to bed, and managed to fall asleep. Not knowing what his honey was going through.

TW// H*mophobia, A*use, C*nversion therapy

Meanwhile Skeppy was in his bed, tossing and turning. He had been through multiple weeks of "treatment". It was really starting to have effects on him, and not the ones they hoped for. Instead of loving women, he became scared of them. Anytime the doctor or another female entered his room he felt panicked. It wasn't just women. Thanks to their harsh treatments, he flinched at the sight of men as well. One of their favorite ways to torture him was, to make him talk about Bad. Then anytime he said something positive about him, they would burn his arms with a hot iron rod. His arms were covered in burn scars, but he learned to only speak poorly of his soulmate. Once they had broken him from saying nice things about Bad. They moved on to showing him pictures of handsome princes, and burned him anytime they thought he was attracted to them.

Skeppy hugged his pillow, letting some tears spill out as he slept through a nightmare. Nightmares of being burned for being in love.

Eventually he couldn't take anymore and he woke up. Yelping in pain as the blanket touched his fresh burns. He rubbed his arms gently. Skeppy was a perfectionist when it came to his appearance. These permanent marks on his arms made him feel less valuable. Like he was a flower missing a petal. A necklace missing a jem. A tooth with a chip in it. A king without a queen. At least, that was his opinion.

He knew in the morning he'd be put through more experimental treatments. Part of him wanted Bad to come save him, the other part wanted Bad to stay away.

TW OVER

Another week went by, and Technoblade finally showed up to the kingdom. Dream, And Bad had been trying to get the king to say where Skeppy was. They tried asking his mother, but his mother denied any knowledge on the situation. Dream decided not to be too hard on her, knowing the king could of been threatening her.

Bad barely could function anyone. He couldn't eat or sleep without worrying about Skeppy. Every part of him wanted Skeppy back.

Technoblade met with Dream in the library. "Alright, so what's the plan?" He asked, only knowing he was about to get his hands dirty.

"The king had Skeppy taken and brought somewhere. We just don't know where. We want you to...get the information out of him." Dream didn't have to say much to get Techno's full attention.

"Ah...an excuse to pull some teeth? Maybe...remove some finger nails?" Technoblade's eyes lit up.

Dream shook his head. "Maybe start off less...torture like? Just...fuck him up a little bit."

Technoblade sighed "yeah...okay whatever. I'll need a decently empty room and a chair...maybe some rope if you-"

Dream handed Technoblade a rope. "There's a guest room, I put a chair in there for you. Just please don't kill this man. He's literally a king, you could get in trouble."

Technoblade wondered where the rope came from, but didn't ask. "Right...and I'm the son of Philza, anything I do shall be overlooked. Just yesterday Tommy got away with burning down this guy's house. It was terrible, but I love a bit of arson."

"Yeah...but that poor person, were they inside?" Dream asked.

"I dunno it was a vacation home so I doubt it. It's not really vacation season." Technoblade told him.

"Huh...my friend George just bought a vacation home. It's really nice, kind of looks like a mushroom. It's a beautiful little cottage." Dream smiled, remembering the house his friend showed him.

Technoblade smiled and nodded, not daring to do more than that. "Heh yeah...anyone would have to be insane to burn down a beautiful cottage...welp! I'm gonna go get this guy to talk." Technoblade quickly went downstairs to meet with the king.