Him { SkepHalo }

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» Skeppy's POV «

Bad and I awoke at the same time this morning. We decided to discuss our plans for Saturday.

"So, have any ideas?" Bad asked me as he took a sip of coffee.

"We'll show to his house, y'know. We'll act like we wanna be there and hang out with a few people. We'll keep hanging out until we notice Dream is officially drunk. When he is drunk, we'll take him to the center of the living room where everyone will be. We'll make it known about what he's been doing and trying to get everyone to look up to him. Once they find out, they'll be angry with him and probably wanna throw some punches. With him being set on the floor below us, we'll tackle him and throw some punches-"

Bad cut me off instantly.

"Do we really want to hurt him? I mean he's a good guy and he's done some terrible things to us but he's human too," I rolled my eyes, setting a hand on his shoulder.

"Bad, he beat us up. I know he's human. Not all people are good. Some will turn their back on you and you have to do what's right.."

"So you're saying beating him up at his own party and exposing him in front of everyone is okay?" I looked down for a second, taking in the question.

"Its the only way to stop him-" He cut me off again.

"No it's not, Skeppy. If you want to beat him up, you can. I won't stop you if it's what you want to do." I sighed. I placed a hand under his chin, lifting his head so our eyes could meet.

"You know I love you. If we want to stop Dream from doing this, then that's the only choice. I can do the fighting if it makes you feel any better." I watched as a small smile escaped him.

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around him as I pulled him closely, hugging him. We both let go, sitting back up.

"Maybe we can get him to admit he did those things. Y'know when people are drunk their most likely to admit things."

"Smart idea! I like what you're doing with this," I placed my hand back in his shoulder, smiling.

My phone buzzed. I grabbed it off the coffee table.

"Gimme a second,"

A6d
Still showing up the party tomorrow?
11:46 a.m.

You
Yeah, gotta a whole plan
11:46 a.m.

A6d
Good, Dream's gotta learn his lesson.
11:47 a.m.

That was weird. A6d didn't plan on helping us. I dropped my phone, eyes widening.

He knows.

I quickly shut every certain, thinking A6d was there, watching. As I attempted to close the last certain, Bad grabbed me, turning me to face him.

"Skeppy! What're you doing?" He was concerned.

"A6d knows! He knows about the plan! He's watching us, listening, noting everything we're gonna do!"

"Stop!" He yelled, pushing me against the wall.

"He's not watching, listening, or even knows the plan! Can we sit back down and discuss Saturday without feeling like A6d is here?" I nodded, quickly walking over to the couch.

He got mad.

He got mad at me for acting stupid.

I shook my head, refusing to look him in the eyes. His phone rang. I watched him pull it out of the pocket on his hoodie, putting it on speaker.

"Hello?" He asked.

"One day, see you tomorrow." The voice sounded strict. I thought it sounded as if the caller had a French accent but I didn't want to jump to conclusions.

"One day? Strange," He placed his phone back in his pocket, looking back at me.

I didn't realize I zoned out until I felt a hand on my cheek. I snapped back into reality.

"You okay?" I sighed, questioning if I was. I leaned forward, digging my head into his shoulder.

"You don't think A6d is partnered with Dream? He never offered to help us. Maybe he told Dream we were coming so they can plan something to hurt us! I'm sure they both partnered up. They must be jealous or mad about something and-" My voice became I shaky until I let myself cry.

I felt Bad tightly wrap his arms around me, rocking back and forth. He traced circles on my back, trying to calm me.

"It's okay. If they are partnered, we'll call for a few friends or fend for ourselves. We've won against him plenty of times, if he's partnered with A6d, we can win again."

I sniffled, digging my head into his shoulder. Saturday was tomorrow. The plan didn't even sound right now. My best friend partnering with our enemy? We weren't positive if he was partnered with Dream, but I refused to not belief he wasn't partnered with him.

"You know what'll lighten the mood? Playing my baritone!" I lifted my head, chuckling. My eyes felt a bit puffy after crying. I rubbed them until my hands were grabbed.

"Don't be rubbing your eyes! I'll be right back!"

He hopped off the couch, heading down into the bedroom. Moments later, he came back into the living room. He set down the large black case along with a music book. He opened up the case, revealing a shiny, gold baritone. It was in perfect condition. He lifted up a small flap, grabbing a silver mouthpiece. He grabbed the baritone out of the case, twisting the mouthpiece into the instrument. He held it up, getting ready to blow into it.

"It's a bit loud but not as loud as a sax," He said into the mouthpiece.

(Tbh, saxophones are very loud. There are A LOT of sax players in my band class and I play the baritone. They are much louder then my baritone)

He blew into it. It wasn't very low and not too high. He took it away from his face, looking up at me.

"That was an e flat." He blew back into the instrument, beginning to play a song I didn't recognize.

We spent the rest of the day learning valves, discussing the plan, and messing around with the large instrument.

(Sorry that this chapter is only Skeppy's POV, I didn't know what to do with this chapter. Much apologies <3)