~~~NO ONE'S POV~~~
Zak woke up, dizzy. He knew he wouldn't stay consious for long, he knew he'd have to hurry if he wanted help. He reached out for his phone, grasping it weakly. He unlocked it with shaky fingers and opened messanges, tapping on the nearest contact. Bad. The darkness was closing in on him again. He was feeling so dizzy. He typed as quickly as he could, sending the one word message.
BaldBoy
Help<<
He blacked out, slumping against the wall, his phone falling to the door with a small thud. Zak's dad came running up the stairs, sober now. He was very worried, but not for his son. Himself. He opened the door softly, tiptoeing in in hopes of not waking his son. As he was about to leave, Zak's phone went off which caused him to turn back around. He saw the lit-up phone screen by Zak's side and snatched it up, reading the message he had got.
BaldBoy
>>Are you okay?? Is this a joke???
Zak's dad shook his head, detesting his son even more for trying to snitch on him. He typed a quick reply.
BaldBoy
Yeah, I'm fine, bet I really got you, haha<<
After sending the message, he tucked the phone back into his pocket as he left the room, a crooked smile on his face. There would be no help for Zak on his watch.
~A/N~
Just like, an explaination as to why it seemed like Skeppy told Bad he was fine.
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Nauseous - Skephalo
FanfictionCover is temporary. Trigger Warnings: Depression, anxiety, child abuse, self-harm, blood, eating disorders, and self-hatred. Not insta-love, their relationship develops. I'll try to upload regularly but no promises. I give you guys my full permissio...
