Karma

Part 21

Bad opened the door, peering inside. "Skeppy!" He shouted out, then remembering he couldn't hear him. The only response he received were muffled cries blocked mostly by the pillow. He sat on the end of the bed, staring at the man with pity. "Please don't cry, it's okay, I'm okay." The green eyed male whispered, reaching out for Zak's hand. Even though he did this to try and comfort his friend, Zak only felt colder. 

"Why? Why is life so unfair? That bastard who killed him can show himself but he can't. I'll never hear his voice again, I'll never get to hug him." Skeppy whispered, he seemed to only be talking to himself. 

"Skeppy I'm right here! Please!" Bad shouted out, he could feel the tears begin to form. His words meant nothing though, no one heard them. He was just shouting out to nothing. "Please." His voice broke as he took his hand away. 

The notebook, if he uses the notebook maybe Zak will come back to his senses. But where is it? He scanned the room, it wasn't in there. He opened drawers and looked in other rooms, desperately trying to find the key to help his friend. 

It was nowhere to be found. 

As Bad walked through the kitchen, going back to Skeppy's room when he noticed something in the bin. He stepped back, peering inside. Laying there with all the trash was his notebook, the other male had thrown it away. Those tears seemed to be coming back, he had never felt more betrayed. 

Maybe if he went to Sapnap and Dream they could help him. He looked around more until he found a small whiteboard and marker, these would have to do.

Go help Skeppy

That was all he wrote, all he could write. His heart felt like it had pulled from his chest, ripped in half right in front of him. Bad had seen Sapnap and Dream sitting in the guest room earlier, both on their phones. He stepped inside, walking up to Dream with the board. 

"Oh, hey Bad." Dream said as soon as he noticed the board out on front of him, setting his phone on his bed. As soon as the words soaked in Dream stood up. "Come on Nick." Was all he muttered out before turning to leave the room. 

"Huh? Oh!" Nick stood up, peering at the board before following Clay out. 

Bad didn't want to follow them though, he knew those two could help and he didn't want to see his best friend like that. He couldn't help out anyway. So he just decided to roam around the house like he does all day everyday. That's when he noticed Jef sitting in the living room, he looked so shaken up.

"Jef! Is everything alright?" Bad asked, running over to his new friend.

"G-Good, he's here." Jef muttered, looking up at Bad. "He killed you didn't he?" The man in orange's expression terrified Bad, but his words scared him even more. 

"What? N-No, we were friends, he wouldn't do that." Bad replied, scooting a bit away from Jef.

"He must have, who else could it be? Your doing fine when all the sudden you meet this mysterious ghost, then soon after you get killed." Jef replied, Bad covered his ears, he didn't want to hear him. 

"I-I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll be back soon." Bad almost shouted, turning and walking away. 

At the entrance of the house stood a figure, Bad was a bit confused so he took a closer look. His eyes widened and he wasn't sure if he should be happy or scared. "G-Good?" Darryl asked out, wanting conformation. 

"That's my name." Bad heard himself gasp as he stared at someone he hadn't seen since that day. 

That day.

Was it actually true? Did Good actually kill him?

His mind was whirling around him, not letting him land on a thought. "Did you?" Was all he could manage to say, but that didn't even come out perfectly. 

"Kill you?" Good finished the question for him, then paused. Should he tell the truth? If he doesn't Zak will probably tell him eventually, so it'd be better to just say it himself. "Yes." 

"N-No." Bad covered his mouth, trying to prevent a scream from leaving his throat. That sadness and betrayal quickly turned into anger, hatred. His fists tightened he was sure they could break skin and bleed if he tightens them any more. Finally he landed on a thought.

He wanted to hurt Good, he wanted revenge. He wanted him to feel the pain that he felt. 

"Woah, you gonna jump me or something?" Good asked, it sounded like he was mocking him. 

"I hate you." Bad replied, it felt like the only thing he could say. He heard Good laugh in reply, making him even angrier. 

"Leave, Good." They heard a familiar voice, Jef's voice. "No one wants you here, so go." 

"But if I go how will you guys learn to reveal yourselves? To have humans see you, it would be like you're alive again. Don't you want that?" Good asked, he was trying to manipulate them so he could stay. And it was working.

"How do you do it? You already ruined my life, it's the least you could do." Bad asked, glaring at Good. Everything Good had thought before suddenly began to disappear, all he could think about was that Jef hated him.

"If I tell you, can you promise that Jef will at least listen to what I have to say?" Good asked, he wanted his best friend back. 

"Fine." Jef agreed, Good perked up at that. 

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"Skeppy! Skeppy!" Bad shouted, running to find his friend. 

"B-Bad?" He stared back at his friend, touching his shoulder, it was him. And that was his voice. Bad wrapped his arms around him, something he's been wanting to do for so long.

"I'm here Skeppy, it's okay." Bad whispered comforting words, letting Skeppy hear him, know he's here for him. 

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"What did you want to say?" Jef asked, crossing his arms. Good felt himself breaking, his goals before disappearing, he just wanted to be friend's with Jef again. 

"I'm so sorry Jef! It was all my fault that you died! I missed you so much! I'm so sorry for everything, please." Good felt himself begin to cry, he covered his face in embarrassment. Not wanting to see Jef's reaction.

He felt a warm embrace all the sudden, looking down to see Jef hugging him. 

"W-What?" Was all could ask, though he wanted to ask so much more. What is he doing? Why is he doing it? Doesn't he hate him?

"I can't forgive you yet, but I'll try. I missed you too, Good." Jef answered. Good felt a smile creep on his face, a real one. Not just some fake one held by an insane man. He didn't want to be him anymore.

Maybe he should apologize to Bad later, yeah he should. He did ruin his life, and an apology probably isn't even enough. 

AUTHOR

Hello, I hope you liked the book! And I hope the ending pleased you! I got it from a comment because I wasn't 100% sure what I should do and thought I should ask you guys! But yeah, this was fun! I like happy endings!