Badboyhalo Oneshots

A Note from the Lost- Techhalo

Warnings: sickness, mentions of death, sad? (I'm what sadness is anymore)

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Techno POV:

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling still numb even though its been almost two weeks. Two weeks since he left and came back to me as an empty husk incapable of living again. Days left of life only for them to be on their deathbed. The only thing that makes them different from a rotting corpse is that they are still breathing. Though both are destined to lie their rotting body in a pine coffin.

The cracks in the ceiling have been neglected for months. I said I would fix them weeks ago. The cracks resemble me in a way I never would have thought, I am not broken, just left to keep being torn away until I collapse. Only then am I broken.

He was the reason I decided I would stay on my feet a little longer, but soon enough we decided we wanted to keep each other company.

We had a simple wedding, with few friends and whatever we had left of family after the attacks. We built ourselves a home got a few pets and went straight back to work. Only having a few hours left to be with each other.

The time it lasted was so small it feel like it was just a dream or a hallucination gone in a blink of an eye. It's been years though not enough for white strands to grow however, but enough that it's hard to remember our life before us.

The long winters huddled near each other with our now deceased pets laughing and smiling at each other while talking about what we may do in the future. Fun summers finding small currents of water and splashing around. Spring and Autumn always seem to be blurred together, that is when we have less time to be with each other. The weekends however were always filled with a treat or a surprise for each other. I'm surprised we never ran out of money.

The treats however always broke or were short lived, the pets are gone and he will too soon.

The only thing left was the final note he gave me before setting off, never to be spoken to again. I glance over at the crumpled papers and read over them again.

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    My dear Techno,

I have a little trip I have to go on again, being a prosecutor has its troubles, but I will come back soon. I can't give any details on my goal, but if anything goes wrong I have prepared something for you. There will be letters sent from a trusted friend of mine, which were written by me. If you don't want the letters just send a letter to Sapnap, but he isn't the one keeping the notes though. I think it would be a better choice if you did decline them though, it would help you move on from me... This is just a possible farewell, but it probably and hopefully won't.

-Good bye!

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I grimace at the paper wanting to tear it to shreds. However I calm down and put the second paper in front to read.
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Sorry Techy,

I guess I didn't make it hehe. It was fun being with you though. I never thought I would meet someone like you much less be with them. We weren't able to spend much time together I know, but at least it was something.

Do you remember the first time we met? I do, we almost caused the school to close for a few days, if it weren't for George. Speaking of George you should see him someday, I'm sure he could tell you a bit more about what I was doing. I want you to know, but I don't think I am the right person to tell you...

I guess I would like to mention that Dream knows a lot about it too. You know how stubborn he is sometimes, he found out the hard way though.

Try talking to people knowing you, you probably don't want to talk to anyone at all right now. You can't stay like this forever though...

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I can, and I probably will.
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I hope you aren't mad at me for this. Especially since I chose to go, even though it might mean I won't come back.

~Your Raggamuffin

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Why Bad? Why did you go?

I try to throw the papers against the wall, but they softly float down to the floor as I watch them in both defeat and boredom.

I turn over on the bed reaching for the blankets on the floor that I haven't organized since he left. Honestly I could care less now, all I need to do is wait for the letters that arrive each week and work to pay of his hospital bills. My life will repeat this everyday until I go along with him or something impossible happens.

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Word count : 815

I know its short but its something.

I don't know where this came from but I may make a whole story out of this.

Have a good day/night.