Free the End

32 [Those Were the Days]

TW // blood, death

"Skeppy ?"

"A6d, a6d look, I'm sorry. I didn't know all this would happen!"

"I don't care, Skeppy. I know what kind of person you are."

Skeppy inhaled sharply, a6d was just glaring at him.
"You remember me?"

"You don't actually care about anyone but yourself, and that's why you're so lonely. You drive everyone away. It's your fault."

"No, no." Skeppy covered his ears and shut his eyes. "I'm not listening to you. You're lying."

He could still hear a6d's voice perfectly, saying his worst fears. "It's your fault Skeppy. It's your fault I died. You could have saved me, and him too. Isn't that right... Bad?"

"No!" Skeppy opened his eyes. Bad was standing next to a6d, they were both bloody.
"No, Bad, no." Skeppy was heartbroken and desperate. "Please. He's lying."

Bad stared at him sadly. "He's not, Geppy. It was your fault. Why did you let us leave? You knew it was dangerous to finish the game. You could have at least tried."

The air left Skeppy's lungs. He shut his eyes again, in pure denial. "NO! You're wrong! You're both... just lying. It's not true, it's not!"

"SHUT UP SKEPPY!" Bad yelled.
Skeppy opened his eyes, Bad pushed him down angrily. "I am so done with your bullshit! You're a COWARD!"

Skeppy backed away on the floor, staring up at him in fear.

"You're selfish! You're-"
Bad stopped dead. He coughed and blood came out of his mouth. He fell over next to Skeppy.

"No, no NO!" Skeppy scrambled to him, pressing down on his chest to try and stop the bleeding. "NO! BAD!"

Bad coughed up blood again, it came gushing out of his wounds. There was so much blood. Skeppy couldn't stop it.
Bad was drowning in his own blood; he was dying fast.
He looked at Skeppy.

"Bad, Bad. You're gonna be ok Bad, It's fine." Skeppy felt tears on his face as Bad bled out on him. "I got you, it's okay."

"Skeppy." Bad stared up at the sky.
"It's all your fault, Skeppy."

"Bad-"

"I hate you."

BadBoyHalo died.
He went still, but the blood was still coming out. So much blood.

"No. No, no nononono, Bad, Bad please. I'm sorry I'm sorry BAD! BAD! NO, come on, Bad, please. Bad no... Bad."
He disappeared in Skeppy's arms. He sobbed and hugged himself. His hands were bloody.

Skeppy gasped and Bad was standing in front of him again, clean and fresh.
"BAD!" Skeppy stumbled to his feet.
He was bleeding again, there was a gash in his chest, he fell over.
"NO!" Skeppy yelled.
Bad bled out and died all over again.

"Nooooooo," Skeppy cried. He curled into a ball to hide and covered his ears with his bloody hands. "No, not again, not again, please, please. I hate this, I hate this, please no."

He heard Bad choking next to him and gasped for air, sobbing.

Skeppy lurched up in bed, gasping to fill his lungs. He panicked for a second, not recognizing anything, then he realized.
It was a nightmare. It wasn't real. It w
It was nighttime. They were in the house. He could see Bad, asleep. And a6d, asleep. They were both alive.
Skeppy clutched at the blankets and tried to calm down. He forced his head back on the pillow. He was still breathing heavily.
It was all
He tried to calm down, forget it.
He already couldn't remember the beginning.
He wanted to just go ahead into tomorrow, and forget the whole thing.