Gay Bois (dsmp)

Sick (but Skephalo version)

(yay one of my fave parts of the story re-written. Also it's long as an appology for me leaving the face of the earth for like ever)

Bad was peacefully making pancakes. He was humming a song and in a really good mood, actually. He wondered when Skeppy would wake up. He didn't want to make food for him if it was just going to get cold. Little did he know, Skeppy had wandered into the kitchen, blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, and had been standing there, quietly watching bad, for about 5 minutes. Bad turned around to get the bacon out of the fridge and had a near heart attack when he saw Skeppy standing there.

"ARGH! sGeppy! You scared me, you muffin!" Bad said, annoyed. He expected Skeppy to laugh at him, and was kind of suprised when Skeppy just shrugged and sniffed.

"Sorry..." He said. An awkward silence fell between them, broken only by Skeppy sniffing or clearing his throat. When they finally did speak, they chose to do so at the same time, so it merged together. They blushed, embarrassed, and Bad took the turn and spoke first.

"Do you want pancakes?" He asked. He already knew the answer. Skeppy loved pancakes. He mostly asked out of politeness, he was sure the answer would be:

"No."

Wait.

NO?!

Bad shook his head, trying to clear his mind like it was an etch-a-sketch.

"Whoa whoa wait. You DON'T want pancakes? Who are you and what have you done with skeppy?" Bad laughed. Skeppy did not. He simply shrugged and mumbled something, pulling the blanket close. At this point, Bad was REALLY worried. There were a BUNCH of "Skeppy Red Flags" he noticed. For one, he didn't NOTICE skeppy. He was, for the first time since Bad had known him, QUIET. He also had a blanket. Not THAT weird, but unusual. He also didn't make fun of Bad, and he was sniffing a lot, he didn't want pancakes... Bad thought about all this and Skeppy seemed to be zoned out, sniffing. His brain seemed to be as foggy as his eyes, all glazed and glassy...

Skeppy was brought back to reality by Bad suddenly being right up in his face, cupping his cheeks with his hands. He gasped, suprised, and coughed a little at the sudden inhale.

"Bad...?" He questioned. Bad shushed him, eyeing him up and down. He looked really pale...

"Bad..." Skeppy said again. He had bright red cheeks and a nose like rudolphs...

"Bad." He looked like he hadn't slept in about a week...

"Bad!" Skeppy yelled, pointing to the stove. He burst into a coughing fit from the yelling, and Bad turned around and turned the stove off right before the pancakes could burn, then went back over to Skeppy, who had just recovered from the fit. Bad pressed a hand against Skeppy's forehead, and Skeppy leaned into the touch subconsciously, closing his eyes.

"Skeppy, you're burning up! And a little sweaty..." Bad exclaimed, wiping his hand on his apron, concern painting his every movement. He practically dragged Skeppy to the couch and came back 5 minutes later with tea. Skeppy took it, thankful. Bad came back later still, with tissues, cough syrup, tylenol, a thermometer, and everything he might need. He popped the thermometer in Skeppy's mouth and sat next to him. Skeppy sneezed and held the thermometer in with 2 fingers. Eventually, the thermometer beeped, making Skeppy jump a little, not expecting it and honestly starting to doze off. Bad chuckled.

"It's okay, Skeppy... 101.2... hm..." Bad looked at Skeppy and smiled softly, ruffling Skeppy's hair. "Looks like that stream we had planned is gonna wait, huh? Thats alright. I don't mind, and I'm sure the fans won't either." Bad said, unscrewing the lid to the cough syrup. Skeppy nodded and yawned. Bad knew how much Skeppy didn't like medicine, so he took the yawn as an oppurtunity and put the vile purple stuff in Skeppy's mouth. Skeppy coughed a little while swallowing with a grimace and made a face of pure disgust, although Bad wasn't sure if it was at the taste of the Medicine or Bad's trickery. Maybe a little of both.

"Sorry, Skeppy..." Bad said, admittedly feeling a little, well, bad. Skeppy seemed to accept the apology and smiled a little, putting some of his blanket on Bad's legs and trying to tuck him in a little. Bad smiled and started to put on Skeppy's favorite show. He searched about 2 letters before Skeppy was out like a light. Bad shrugged and decided to watch something else instead.