Zak Tossed And turned, Puzzled By Why his bed was Solid Rock. He then Opened his eyes, Seeing his Surroundings. '...What? This isn't my bed, Did Mom Take me to see Grandma when I was asleep?' Zak thought. He stood up, Cracking his back. "Ow, God dammit. I'm getting old, I don't wanna admit it." He mumbled to himself. He was Nineteen years old though, But at least he's not 30 yet. Zak walked out, Then Seeing the outside. "...What?" He Was Befuddled, Then Stumbling into Someone. "AA!" He Exclaimed. "May you please Watch where you are going, Commoner?" The Person asked. He was tall (About 5'11 Or so), About the same age as Zakary, His hair Black as The Night, And his eyes Pale Grey as A stormy Day. "Oh, I'm sorry.." Zak said, Glancing at the other person. 'Wait...Haven't we Heard About this guy in History class?' He wondered. "What are you gonna Say, Sir?" The person said. Zak Was flustered, His social Anxiety is Kicking in. "Sorry. I'm Zakary. Or Skeppy." Zak Stuck his Hand out. Darryl Smiled, Kinda Bowing, then Kissing Skeppy's Hand. "Hello, Darryl Halo, Prince of the Halo SMP."
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"Thank you Zakary.." A skephalo Fanfiction
FanfictionA teenager Blasted to the 18th Century falls in love with a Royal Familiar, Will this Love Last a lifetime? (A bunch of HCs at the End for A bonus!)
