Below the Surface || DSMP // Skeppy Centric // Happyduo ||

everything works out nice in the end

One year, one month, 2 days, and an hour. Skeppy almost wanted to scream. Over a year since he had seen the sun, since he had eaten properly, since he had moved more than just using his arms or shifting around a bit. Over a year since the sun had shone bright on his skin, since it had blinded everyone who walked past him by reflecting off of his diamonds. Over a year since- Well. Over a year since he had seen Bad.

...He wasn't sure if he was ever going to get out of here.

He wasn't fed often, and when he was it was only just enough to keep him alive.

And it was- It was- It was-

The animals had more room than him. Every day in this hell he looked outside of the iron bars and saw the things around him, and the pens for the animals were larger than his cage. Hell, Fran got to move around almost freely apart from her lead.

It didn't sting. It didn't.

He missed Bad. Fuck, he missed Bad. They were soulbound, you know, and it... Well, it provided for some useful insight into the others feelings. Usually, it was useful in other ways. It let him know when he had gone too far, or was about to. It let him know when Bad was in danger, and vice versa. But now he can feel Bad's growing state of anguish every day that they're apart, and it's killing him slowly.

He doesn't think he can move anymore. Even if he did suddenly have the room for it, he'd been stuck in nearly the same position for a year now. His muscles had probably atrophied a long time ago.

He didn't know how much longer he could take before he just... stopped eating. It wasn't as if Dream could stop him. And he still had three lives - It's not as if he'd lose too much.

The only real regret he'd have about dying was that Bad would lose a life too. He didn't want that to happen, he really didn't, but if he couldn't get out soon-

And there was the familiar sound of the platform coming down. Which was... Certainly odd. Dream's visits were erratic, sure, but they were usually at least a week apart.

...He could hear Tommy and Tubbo. He could hear Tommy and Tubbo coming down with Dream and that's- Well. It sure as hell isn't good. He's heard Dream bragging about Exile, he's heard the rumors. And if the pair of them are down here now, well... He's not sure what's gonna happen, but it's either gonna be really sick, or it's gonna make him sick.

The kids are annoying, sure. But they don't deserve that. He hopes to whatever cruel gods are out there that they survive this encounter, that they escape - or perhaps better yet, kill Dream.

He hears Dream take the pair down the corridor, he hears their horrified reactions to his villian monologue of a plan. It was only a matter of time before they came down the corridor, only a matter of time before they saw him.

And they do. Their horrified reactions are almost exhilarating, proof that he's alive, proof that there's more to the world than just Dream and this obsidian hallway and this stupid, stupid tiny cage.

But Dream got them to move on quickly, and then he was left listening to Dream explain his plan, more of it atleast, for the thousandth time.

And eventually Dream came to the conclusion of it all. He was going to kill Tubbo. Leaving Tommy behind to be locked up somewhere, left at Dream's mercy for the rest of his miserable life. And yeah, Skeppy was right. He's pretty sure he's gonna be sick.

Dream leaves the two kids - kids, they're only teenagers, they're so young - to say their goodbyes. Skeppy can feel his heart breaking, but he's dazed at this point. Woozy, almost.

And then- And then Punz was there, for some reason, and Skeppy had no clue what was going on but it sounded like Punz was saving them and that was good.