The Muffiny Family (Skephalo Triquel) Completed

The Grieving Royals

I feel like this chapter has lots of little time skips, oh well. Oh also...this chapter includes death, there's your warning. It's not a main character in this story, but it is someone that will make you cry.

Bad and Skeppy were able to enjoy the rest of their trip, before going home. They had agreed to move on from the depressing stuff for now. As long as Bad promised he wasn't in any danger.

They arrived back to the castle and threw down their luggage. The first thing Bad did was run up to Duckie's room. To his surprise, he found Puffy holding him.

"Oh...hi, can I see him?"

Puffy handed him over slowly, and walked away.

Bad smiled sadly, and hugged the child. "I missed you so much, you precious duckling!"

Duckie hugged Bad tightly. Not wanting him to leave again. "Dada! Quack!"

"Quack!" Skeppy joined in from the doorframe.

Bad giggled and turned around. "You want to see daddy?"

Duckie nodded happily and reached for Skeppy.

Skeppy walked over and took the duckling. "Hey little dude, did you miss us?"

Duckie answered him with a big hug.

Bad walked over and hugged both of his family members at the same time. "I don't see why my parents don't want to be involved in his life. He's such a cutie..."

Skeppy agreed. "My mom is the same, she doesn't even want to meet him."

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Bad sat in the kitchen with Duckie, letting him snack on little pieces of carrots.

Sam came in and was happy to see Bad home and happy again. "So, how's everything going now?"

"Seems good, Skeppy is doing better." Bad combed through Duckie's hair with his fingers.

"Glad to hear that, will you be answering letters tonight? There's a few piled up. One is marked as very important." Sam let him know he should check his mail.

"Okay, thanks for letting me know. I'll go read it as soon as I can." Bad appreciated how Sam was always there. Even if he was being paid.

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Once Duckie finished his carrots, he put him in the playpen with a couple toys. Skeppy was working on some of his own stuff.

Bad got his letters and went out to the garden to read them. He sat at a little table by the fountain, hoping none of the water splashed the paper.

He read the one marked as important first, Incase it was something that needed attention urgently.

Dear King Bad,

I will keep this as short as possible. I don't have time to sit around and write. This is humiliating but recently we lost our private doctor. He was the best we've had, but he quit. The nurses left as well. Recently prince Wilbur has been Ill. We know you have an experienced doctor at your disposal. Can we borrow him? I'm not really asking, I'm demanding.

Sincerely, Prince Technoblade

Bad frowned and immediately got up. He went down to the doctor's area. He filled him in on the letter. Of course the doctor agreed to visit prince Wilbur, and see what he could do for him. However he didn't end up needing to travel there.