Not Really There [SkepHalo]

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Summary: Bad, once warm, was stone cold to the touch.

Warning(s): Major Character Death (not really but close enough)

Can be interpreted as romantic/platonic

Takes place in my god AU

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Bad looked peaceful. He laid in the tall grass, curled up under the shade of a large oak tree. His eyes closed in a peaceful slumber, tail curled around his legs, a wing extended up and over to give him a bit more shade from the bright light...

And his body so glassy and cold.

It wasn't a surprise, considering the god's mortal form was incased in obsidian. Skeppy couldn't help but reach out to press a hand against the demon's cheek as he sat down next to the frozen figure. It wasn't the same, his diamond-crusted fingers made soft scraping sounds as he rubbed against the smooth stone—and there was no heat under the obsidian's glossy surface.

So his fingers brushed along the cold harsh surface, going over the cervices of his face, the subtle bump of his eyelids, the indents that formed the faint curve of a smile. He could already imagine laying beside Bad to take a small nap, under the cool shade of his wing and comforted by the warmth the demon radiated.

But he could feel no warmth. Only the cool stone.

He wasn't sure why Bad turned into obsidian or if he would ever see him again. See him move, laugh, smile, cry...everything.

No one else really visited the god but him.

Skeppy sighed as he brought a wet towel to wipe at the wings.

Bad would've wanted to stay clean. He knows so.

After wiping the statue down, he laid down under the wing of his best friend—laying on his stomach to look Bad's serene expression. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine Bad laying right next to him.


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It was evening when he was shaken awake by Puffy.

"Skeppy. Wake up," her voice was laced with concern, "come on, let's get you home."

And Skeppy was quiet, saying nothing more as he followed.

He wasn't even going to protest that his home was no longer the cold, empty mansion.



His home was nowhere to be found.

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