Loved You In Another Life // A Skephalo Story

Chapter 15

Skeppy POV

When Bad starts telling me about his dreams, it's my job to be supportive and help him deal with it. It's my job to not give any of my own input or seem worried, because that's what a good friend does. 

Still, when he comes to me describing dreams where he has some secret lover, I'm definitely feeling a lot more emotions than trying to comfort him. 

For one, whether or not I like to admit it, I've always been the jealous type. Hearing him becoming obsessed with someone else who he's never even met for that matter makes me feel annoyed in a way I can't explain. 

There's also the small detail that the exact. same. thing. has been happening to me. First, we both had similar nightmares, and now that those have stopped, we have similar dreams. 

Bad briefly mentioned that the boy he spent his time with looked a lot like me, and the strange thing is, the boy I'm with looks a lot like how Bad looked when we went to Earth together. 

Obviously, there's something weird going on here, but I'm not about to make stupid theories about cool reasons for this happening, like the fact that Bad isn't meant to be a demon, or it's not such a bad thing for us to be close. 

No, most likely, XD knows about Bad and I becoming friends, sneaking to Earth, bringing each other gifs, and he just wants to fuck with us. Though I'd never say it aloud, that's the kind of god he is. 

That's what I tell myself as I try to fall asleep, failing to close my eyes as Bad rings through my head. I feel terrible for hanging up our call early, but he started talking about how much he missed Quackity, and I just couldn't take it anymore. 

I know I'm not Bad's only friend, I know I don't own him, yet I have to remind myself of this small fact almost constantly as I'm reminded of how disposable I am. 

Here I go again, being jealous of someone who hates him right now, and another person that isn't even real. Wow, I've really sunk low. 

It might have just a little bit to do with the fact that I'm constantly lonely, spending the short spurts of time without Badboyhalo alone in my house, doing absolutely nothing to make my sorry afterlife better. 

The other angels don't outwardly hate me anymore, now just pretending I don't exist. To be honest, I almost prefer the glares and insults thrown at me when I so much went out for a walk. At least it was an acknowledgment that I exist. 

Staring up at my ceiling, as I just wait for the day to start. I never get good sleep, when I stay on call with Bad it gets better, but never to a good amount. 

As an angel, it never really gets unhealthy to neglect sleep, but it can cause us to run low on energy, not be able to do certain things. 

As the hours tick on, I recall my own recent dreams. It's pretty obvious the person in my dreams is also a lover to me. We do things that I know without a doubt in my mind are dates, we kiss and we hold hands, he blushes at many of the things I say, and I can hear both of us reciting 'I love yous' to the other. 

And believe me, I would love to have someone who cares about me in that way, but the fact the this person is a complete stranger who reminds me a little too much of the one being who means something to me in this messed up world. 

Just this past night, in the few hours of sleep I got, my dream replays again and again in my head. 

My mystery Boy and I, wandering through the streets of a place that's all too familiar to me. A little too similar to the same park we were in just the other night.