Him { SkepHalo }

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(This chapter will be a bit longer and more intense. ⚠️TW: Blood, Alcohol, Use of knives and guns, Scars⚠️)

» BadBoyHalo's POV «

It was Saturday night. Skeppy and I both were walking along the cement sidewalk to Dream's house. We walked hand in hand, a bit nervous. This was our second time there after the first party. Of course he held more parties but we never bothered to attend them. We had spent the rest of yesterday messing with my baritone and discussing the plan.

Maybe I should reconsider doing band?

I tried to think of better possibilities as we walked to Dream's house. I looked down at Skeppy. He seemed very focused on the night ahead of us. His blue hoodie seemed to almost glow under the streetlights.

"Do you think I should reconsider doing band..?" I asked, trying to break the silence that overwhelmed me.

"If you're the only one in the gardening club, you should do something along with other people. In other words, yes, I think you should do band again! You'd do amazing. You still remember every note, valve, blah blah blah." He squeezed my hand.

"I'll ask the band director if I can slide in. I don't have to drop down with the grade below us, I still remember everything we do," I fell silent as Dream's house stood before us.

There were multiple walking in and walking out. The music was blaring through the walls. As we opened the front door, the smell of smoke and alcohol reeked. It was crowded inside.

Dream should consider putting a capacity sign outside.

I assumed there were about a hundred people inside. All, of course, were drunk. I tightened my grip on Skeppy's hand, inhaling deeply.

"Remember the plan. I'm guessing Dream is already drunk, we just have to find him." His face was serious, along with his tone.

We walked around the house, avoiding anyone who tried to start a conversation with us. We both froze as we spotted Dream strutting across the living room and into the crowd. I pulled Skeppy along, approaching Dream. We stood before him like giants. He was clearly drunk. His eyes couldn't seem to match ours and he couldn't stay focused. I let go of Skeppy's hand, letting him start the plan.

He leaped forward, bringing Dream down to the ground. The dirty blonde flailed his arms in the air, not knowing what to do. Skeppy held him down, throwing punches at me. I cringed as his fist made impact with Dream's nose, blood quickly spilling out. People gathered around us, chanting.

This is just like lunch. Pull Skeppy off and tell everyone.

I grabbed Skeppy, locking my arms around his chest. I pulled him off the boy beneath him. He was still swinging his arms at Dream, thinking he could still fight.

"Tell them what Dream is doing." I whispered into his ear.

I let go off him. He tightly grasped into Dream's arm, pulling him forward.

"You see this boy! He's not what you think! He has chased me and Bad around continuously! He purposely threw a ball at me just so my team would look up to him! He decided to fight me in the kitchen. Though I started it. He beat me up in the bathroom after! This boy is different! He is trying to hurt me and Bad-" Everyone mumbled to one another.

They didn't seem surprised at all. Some crossed their arms at Skeppy or punched a fist into their palm. They weren't phased. They didn't believe him.

As I reached for Skeppy, a loud gun shot filled the air. Everyone screamed and fell to the ground, panicking. I grabbed Skeppy, running upstairs into Dream's bedroom. I locked the door behind us, leaning against it to hear what was going on. A dark voice was yelling at everyone.