The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

Just in Case

Tw: language, zombies, weapons, blood

"Bad, talk to me," Skeppy whines and Bad rolls his eyes for the millionth time that night.

The others are setting up the classroom they're all going to sleep in that night, but Bad told Dream he wanted to take watch, just in case. He trusts Montero and the others - even if Quackity is a muffinhead - but he still feels safer with a rifle strapped to his back and a tomahawk at his belt. Just in case.

"WHY AREN'T YOU TALKING TO ME?"

"Oh my God," Bad mutters. "I'm not talking to you because I'm dealing with you, Skeppy."

Skeppy makes a face, clutching his own rifle to his chest. Normally it would be cute, if Bad wasn't already upset with him from before. "What does that even mean?"

"It means I'm dealing with you!"

Just then, Sapnap pops his head out of the classroom. "What are you guys doing out here?"

"Keeping watch," they both say in unison.

Sapnap raises an eyebrow and opens the door a little wider, giving Bad a view of the others. Karl is laying out a sleeping bag in a corner of the classroom beside another sleeping bag and Bad wonders if he's going to be sleeping next to Sapnap. Meanwhile, Dream and George have disappeared.

"Doesn't sound like you're keeping watch," Sapnap murmurs.

"Where are Dream and George?" Bad asks and a shiver of worry crosses him on instinct. Skeppy's brows draw together as he too notices their absence.

But Sapnap just scoffs. "Probably went out for some privacy or something. I don't really want to know what they do when they're alone."

Bad huffs out a laugh. "Well, we're good here, so you don't have to worry about us."

Sapnap nods and turns a bit more serious. "Thanks for keeping watch, Bad. Not that I don't trust Montero and them, but it's still better to be safe."

Bad nods and Skeppy frowns. "I'm keeping watch too, asshole."

Bad turns on him. "Language, muffinhead!"

"Okay, calm down, guys," Sapnap says, a smile tugging at his mouth. "Maybe focus on keeping watch?"

He leaves them out in the hallway and shuts the door behind him. As soon as he's gone, Skeppy whips around to face Bad.

"So why aren't you talking to me?"

"I'm not not taking to you!"

"What does that even mean."

Bad glances around at the empty hallway as if pretending to search for zombies when he's really searching for an excuse. But the truth slips out. "Because... why were you so excited about meeting Montero earlier?"

Skeppy's eyes go wide. "Are you kidding me, you're jealous?"

"No! I am not jealous."

Skeppy crosses his arms. "Then why do you care if I was talking to Lil Nas X? He's literally a famous celebrity, of course I was excited!"

Bad's voice sounds skeptical even to him as he says, "So what if he's a famous celebrity?"

"Oh my God," Skeppy mutters, but he doesn't get a chance to say anything else. Just then, a faint growl sounds from somewhere below them and Bad's hands fly to his weapons.

"Skeppy, did you hear that?"

Skeppy looks pale as he nods and his fingers tremble on his rifle strap. Bad grabs one of his hands, squeezes it gently, and says, "You don't have to come if you don't want to."