Nauseous - Skephalo

A N S W E R M E . . .- C H A P T E R F I F T H T E E N

TW: Swearing, mentions of near death.

~~~DARRYL'S POV~~~

I stare at my phone sighing as I look over the message for the fifth time. Why was it so hard to ask him? It was just to see if he was okay after all. I'd been worried about him for a while now, ever since he wouldn't answer any of my messages or calls. It was almost as if he was ignoring me, and it hurts to think that he would do that. But today was the day I was going to be sure he was okay, by giving him a long message that he would have to answer. I sigh and delete the message yet again, deciding it wasn't quite worded correctly. It could easily be misinterpreted in that wording. I groan in distress and bury my face in my hands, exhausted. 

'Maybe I should ask Vincent for help?'

I wouldn't want to bother him though, but maybe this was more important than what he was doing right now...

But maybe not.

I shake my head and move on to my next idea. Maybe I should call him really quickly and see if he hangs up or answers. That would be a good indicator of whether or not he was okay, even if it wasn't exactly a fool proof plan. And if he lets it ring, then I can write the message, and I'd finish it that time, even if it took me a day to do. I pull up Skeppy's contact in my phone and let my finger hover over the call button hesitantly.

Maybe he was just busy with other things and didn't have time for YouTube stuff? Or maybe he lost his phone charger and his phone died, so he couldn't answer anything.

Both unlikely, so...

I tap the button and hold the phone up to my ear, waiting for him to answer.

'Or more likely, not answer.'

~~~NO ONE'S POV~~~

Zak laid on his floor by his bed, still unmoving, still knocked out cold. He showed no signs of stirring anytime soon, and it barely looked like he was alive, but he was still breathing, although very shallowly, barely holding onto life. His phone rang beside him, the caller name being "BaldBoy". It went off without being answered.

~~~DARRYL'S POV~~~

I sit and shake my head. Still no answer. 

'I wish he would just answer me...'

Whatever, I have a plan that will make him answer me, and if he doesn't, then I know for sure he's in trouble. It would certainly get a reaction out of him, though it scared me to send what I wanted to send to him. It was unlike me, so much unlike me that it would be scarily shocking to see the message come from me. He would be forced to answer, wouldn't he? And I could make it even more likely to work too, by adding a little something to it. No way it wouldn't fail if I did everything right here.

~~~VINCENT'S POV~~~

I groan and stomp up the stairs to my room, angry. All of Skeppy's fans were asking me of all the people on twitter where he was. Why not Spifey, or even Darryl? They too were friends with him. But the onslaught of questions did bring up questions of my own.

'Was he even okay?'

'If he is okay, then why hasn't he answered me?'

'If he's okay, then did I do something wrong?'

'Did I ruin our friendship somehow?'

I sigh and go into my room, shutting the door behind me before plopping down on my bed, hugging a blanket. 

'Is it my fault?'

~~~DARRYL'S POV~~~

I sigh, looking over the message once more nervously before nodding. This was it. This was the message that would get him. No way he wouldn't answer, even if it was just with a short answer. He couldn't ignore this message.

Skeptato

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I fucking love you.<<

~A/N~

Ah, I'm so sorry for the wait! I didn't exactly know what to do with this chapter, and I just wrote this off the top of my head, so it's kinda short.

659 words without A/N