Domestic ❧ Skephalo AU

Chapter 9.) Ohana Means Family

Warnings: Mentions of implied torture/dehumanization, disgusting amounts of fluff.

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It'd become a tradition for the duo to watch movies until either Skeppy passed out or BadBoyHalo had to take his leave. Almost every night, excluding Saturdays and Sundays, the pair of roommates sat in front of the couch and binge-watched whatever animated film was available. There were times where they opted for a slasher film, but most of their movie nights consisted of family-friendly, animated films and random animal facts.

As Skeppy had come to learn on their eight movie night together, Bad was in love with the movie Lilo and Stitch. The demon couldn't get enough of the blue alien and wouldn't stop gushing about the ending. For almost five minutes straight, Skeppy watched with a soft smile as Bad rambled on about how much he loved the characters.

"Is Stitch your favorite character?"

"Mhm! Not only is he so cute, but we have a lot in common!"

This caught Skeppy's attention. "You relate to Stitch?"

"In more ways than one, yes."

Neither knew when it started, but the demon had developed a peculiar habit of placing Skeppy sideways on his lap and using him as a chin rest. At the same time, he'd wrap his arms around Skeppy, securing the mortal in place and allowing the demon to hide his face in Skeppy's hair whenever a cringe-worthy scene came on. Skeppy didn't mind the closeness at all.

However, Skeppy was flummoxed by how close they've become over the past month. It didn't take too long to discover Bad's hesitancy when it came to their friendship, so he had assumed it'd take a while longer before the demon felt comfortable enough to even hug him. Once again, the demon had surprised him by completely blowing his expectations out of the water.

"How so?" Skeppy pressed on, curiously. As per usual, Bad was cradling the sideways-sitting Skeppy, meaning the mortal only needed to tilt his chin upwards to see the demon's face.

"We can alter our appearances slightly to look less monstrous, we both deviated from the original purpose of our existence, and we found someone who accepts us for us," listed Bad while Skeppy continued to stare at him.

"Deviated, huh?" Skeppy clicked his tongue and shook his head, a smile lingering on his lips. "Were you created for the sole purpose of haunting kids?"

"No. Before I chose this job, I was a dealer," Bad explained with a shrug.

"A drug dealer?" Skeppy snorted, amusement lacing his words like icing on a cake. His amusement, however, faltered when Bad's smile disappeared.

"No. I- uh... I can explain what my old job was, but you need to promise me you won't judge me."

"Dude, no need to get all dramatic with me-"

Bad's expression grew sour. "You need to promise me, Skeppy."

To say Skeppy was concerned was an understatement. The firm expression on Bad's face didn't suit him at all, and Skeppy found himself questioning the different jobs that were available in Hell. Not that he'd want to apply to any... because he wasn't going to Hell when he died!

"I promise, Bad."

"Pinkie swear?"

"What are we? Five?" Skeppy scoffed but held his pinkie out for the demon.

Gratefully, Bad looped his pinkie finger around the outstretched digit and sighed. "Before this job, I went around as a Soul Contractor. I call it dealer since it sounds less fishy-"