The Muffiny Kings (Skephalo Sequel) COMPLETED

The Royal Attack

The next day came about and Bad was in the kitchen, cleaning. His parents would of slapped him silly if they saw him doing his servant's job. Puffy was off writing a letter to her love, and Sam was on a trip to the post office. He didn't mind doing some work occasionally. Though he knew he had other things to tend to.

Skeppy was still in bed, complaining about a headache. Bad purposely stayed away so he didn't have to tell Skeppy what happened while he was intoxicated.

Once he was done wiping down the kitchen countertops, he walked out to the garden. The fresh air gently grazed his skin, he smiled. "Ah...I really need to go outside more often." He noticed all the flowers dancing in the breeze. "Hm..." Bad walked along the path, picking a couple flowers he thought were pretty. "Skeppy would like these..."

He went back inside after awhile, to be met with a guard.

"Oh- hey, is something-" the guard stopped him, which wasn't typical. Guards usually treated kings with intense respect.

"We need you and king Skeppy to get down in the basement, now." The guard rushed him.

"I- huh?" Bad knew the basement was the designated safe place for if there was an attack. He just doubted anyone would try anything.

"Now! They are on their way."

"Who-"

the guard started pushing Bad towards the steps to the basement. "Go, I'll get the king."

Bad trusted the guard. Knowing he wouldn't just put his hands on a king if it wasn't serious. He headed down to the basement, and sat on an old rocking chair. Waiting nervously for Skeppy.

Skeppy was escorted down by the guard, he was holding the box of ducks. "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know anymore than you." Bad answered and offered Skeppy a stool to sit on.

The guard locked them in the basement, and left.

Bad's anxiety got to him, and he started chewing on his fingers.

Skeppy sat on the stool. "What the hell...this is stupid. I didn't hear anything outside. I think they are just being paranoid.

"I don't know, we just have to listen to them. They know what's a threat and what's not." Bad couldn't believe how fast this happened. One minute he was in his garden, the next he was in the basement.

The two sat in silence, both trying to listen to any sounds outside. It could of been something small, like a group of drunk guys somehow found their way to the castle. Though judging by how panicked the guards were, it was something big. Bad wondered who was supposed to be coming.

Skeppy played with the ducks to keep his mind off it, he didn't want to be on edge right now. His head already hurt.

Arguing broke out, barely audible from the basement. Bad went to the door, and tried to hear anything that made sense.

"Hear anything?"

"Not really...just mumbling."

"What do you think it is?"

"Dunno...drunk guys being stupid? I wouldn't w-" A sudden gunshot cut his sentence short. It wasn't the last, multiple loud gunshots rang through the air after. Bad backed away from the door, and stood by Skeppy. "Oh my..."

Skeppy tensed up and put the box of ducks down. "I don't know if it's drunk guys..." He took a couple deep breaths.

Bad shook his head. "Just breath, the guards will take care of whoever it is."  The gunshots faded back into arguing, louder this time. He could understand only a few words. "homosexuals" "sinners" and "die" were the unfortunate things he heard. Quickly he knew this wasn't a causal group of drunks. This was a planned attack against the kings. All because they were married.