MCYT One-Shots and Drabbles

Go Ahead and Laugh, Even If It Hurts (Part 2) [Skephalo]

Bad seemed distant. Others have told him that it was normal, they are friends after all. But something wasn't right. Something felt off.

Or maybe something was wrong with him at the same time. His heart ached at those eyes that lacked the fondness they once had with him. It cracked when the simple brush of the shoulder or the smile sent his way made his heart flutter but he knew the deity didn't feel the same. It shattered when he'd asked for a kiss and only after plenty of pleading, did he kiss him as if he was a brother to him. Granted each kiss was always on the forehead or on the cheek—but it hurt nonetheless.

Skeppy wasn't sure why he was so hurt. Part of him wondered how could he have never noticed how Bad felt about him? Part of him wished he knew earlier.

...Was he in love with Bad? Had he been in love this whole time?

There...was no way, right? No way he could be in love with Bad...right?

Yet something in the back of his mind whispered the truth.

...

Dreams seemed to plague him every night now. Every night was another dream that further sank him into sorrow when he awoke.

"Is something wrong?" A woman asked him, holding his hands with a fondness that he knew was love.

"Do you ever feel like something is missing in your life?" He asked, fingers brushing against the golden ring that she wore, "it feels like I'm missing something that makes my life so much more complete."

"Didn't you say that I complete you?" She asked, brows furrowed.

"I did and you do!" He was quick to reassure her, kissing her knuckles, "I swear to Prime, you make my life so much more complete. It's just... there's something missing."

It was that little something that ended with her leaving him.

...

"You want what?" Puffy raised an eyebrow at him.

"I want to make Bad fall in love with me," Skeppy replied, "I..."

He averts his gaze and whispers lowly, "I think I'm in love with him."

...

He always found himself attached to the story of the foreign god. There wasn't much on the god, himself, but Skeppy couldn't help but find himself obsessed with the color red and the Nether. So much so, he ended up finding a cult and became their leader.

The diamond mineralfolk fiddled with his robes, admiring the red color. He sees the colors black and red often in his dreams and glowing eyes that look at him with kindness. He feels so happy, so complete in those dreams—despite the fact that the figure he sees was never the one he spent the rest of his life with.

"Somehow I can't help but feel that you'd disapprove of this," he murmured to the statue of the god they created.

His cult ended under the hands of the leader of the capital. He can't help but find it so familiar, only there was no figure of his dreams to mourn his death. Somehow, it made this all the worst.

The last thing he saw wasn't crying white eyes, and dark horns—it was a white-masked face and a green cloak.