The Muffiny Kings (Skephalo Sequel) COMPLETED

The Wicked Truth

Bad passed out and woke up without knowing how much time passed. He forced his eyes to open, looking around the room. The light was blinding. It looked like a hospital room. Bad closed his eyes again and relaxed. He must have been taken somewhere to get the bullet removed.

He remembered Skeppy, and suddenly jolted up. Only to find out he was strapped to the bed.

"What the...Ow!" He flinched as he got a pain in his side. He looked over to see a bandage wrapped around his waist. Wherever he was, they removed the bullet. Bad carefully tried wiggling his hands free, but it didn't work. "Fudge..."

A bubbly doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. "Ah, your awake!" She pushed up her red glasses. "How are you feeling?"

Bad stared at her, wondering if she was his doctor. He hadn't seen her before, and had no idea what she could do. "P-please untie me, I don't know why you would do this."

The doctor shook her head. "Just relax for now. You're injured."

Bad laid his head back. His brain was all foggy, and he was weak from the blood loss.

"Don't worry though, the bullet is out and you'll be okay." She walked over and checked Bad's heartbeat. "Yup, you seem to be okay!" She smiled, but the smile looked painful.

"Where's Skeppy? Is he here? Is he hurt?" Bad really wanted to know if Skeppy got shot as well.

"That's your husband, right?" She pushed up her glasses again.

"Y-yeah?"

"He's here, but don't worry."

Bad still hadn't noticed this wasn't a normal hospital. "Wait, he is? Does that mean he's hurt?" Bad tried to get up again, groaning in pain. "Please, I need to see him! He's very sensitive."

"Oh I could of told you that." She laughed, and put her hand on Bad's shoulder. "Calm down before you hurt yourself more."

Bad tried to speak, but then heard Skeppy scream down the hall. He was certain it was him. "Let me go!" He kept trying to free his hands, no matter how badly his side hurt.

The doctor pushed him back on the bed and held him down. "Don't worry! You little gays will be just fine!"

"Don't worry?! You're crazy!" Bad slowly came to the conclusion, that this wasn't a real hospital. Not one like he thought it was.

Bad tried to push her arms off, only managing to push her sleeves up. He panted for breath. "Get off me-" he noticed scars on her arms. They were very familiar, like the ones Skeppy had. "You... you're one of us." He paused.

The doctor looked down to see what he was talking about. She froze and backed away, pulling her sleeves back down. "Mind your business, sinner."

Multiple people started shouting and arguing outside the door. Bad was still trying to get his hands free.

The doctor went to the door and looked out the little window. "Fuck...those poor assholes found you." She watched the badland guards and police detain most of the staff. Knowing she was definitely next. Quickly, she went to Bad's side.

Bad glared at her, not wanting to be touched again.

"Your people are here, but I can promise you they won't stop. They're fucking maniacs. They'll keep finding you, they'll keep hurting you."

"Who's they?" Bad whined, as the pain in his side worsened.

The doctor just shook her head. "I don't want to fucking be here anymore than you do. You think I just torture people for fun?"