~A Final Choice~ (Skephalo)

Chapter 25: Music

~Skeppy's pov~

A little boy peered out from behind Niki.

He looked younger, his eye were a chocolate-y brown, matching his curly hair that fell down over his forehead. His pointed ears pricked, as if he were trying to listen to something that didn't exist.

The golden sweater he was wearing seemed to resemble the color of the rails that surrounded the platform. On top of that, he was wearing round glasses, a red beanie, and black jean-like pants. Oh yeah, and that stupid, shit eating grin.

"Wil... You can't be mean to people you've never met." Niki scolded, looking down at the small child.

"Just be glad you didn't bring Tommy as well." the kid, Wil, sassed, dropping the grin.

Who is Tommy..? Actually, do I even want to know?

Everyone I meet seems to be strange in one way or another.

"So this is the demigod of music?" Bad asked in a curious tone, taking me aback.

"Wait. Wait, wait. That little thing is a demigod?" I question in the most skeptical voice I could manage.

"Yes... he's just... very young..." Niki sighed her response.

Wil took this moment to step out from behind her and walk up to me.

He just gave me the blankest, most unimpressed look I had ever seen on a kid.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He muttered after our minute long staring contest.

I snickered as I crouched down to his height.

"It just not what I was expecting. How old are you kid? Nine, ten?"

"oh my gods..." Niki breathed

"I'm two hundred." He answered, not breaking eye contact, his voiced edged with offense. 

Bad giggled as I feel my soul leave my body, if that makes any sense. That's so embarrassing...

"Allllright, that's enough time talking to strangers Wilbur." Niki said as she stepped forward, lifting Wil up.

"Two hundred..?"

Niki and Bad shared a looked. At this point, I couldn't tell if they found it funny, or if they were actually concerned about me.

"Yes. And I'd assume you're, what, sixteen, seventeen? Honestly, leave my presence, you filth."

"Wilbur!" Niki began to scold, before turning to apologize. "I am so sorry about him. He definitely has been spending too much time with Techno. He also just had a fight with his little brother, and he seems to be taking it out on your human, Bad. Someone is a little jealous of Tommy-"

Techno... what a peculiar name... and I was just getting used to people having semi-normal names...

Nonetheless, that touched a nerve.

"I am not jealous of Tommy."

"Really?"

The kid... being..? Time doesn't make sense here.

However, regardless of that, Wilbur began to pout.

"I don't care that Tommy has wings, and I don't. I have something so much better than that." Wil tried to correct Niki, but his voice remained bitter at how he had been called out.

Something clicked in my head. Did Niki just call me 'Bad's human'. Like I'm some kind of pet?! She is... a little bit strange...

"Wait, if Wil is two hundred, how old are you two?" I ask, looking between Bad and Niki.