St. Cucurocho's {Skephalo/4halo AU} COMPLETE (mess)

Time To Decide

That first night was a little awkward, Jauna had claimed the couch. Skeppy slipped into his old bed, feeling a sad comfort from it. When he watched Bad crawl in next to him, he felt a stinging pain like he had been shot in the chest. In the good part of their marriage they would giggle and cuddle and have some fun. Now Bad faced away from him and there was no goodnight spoken between them.

Skeppy tossed and turned for hours. Before the heartbreak tore him apart, he nudged Bad awake.

"Gah, what?" Bad groaned. "What do you want?"

"I need to talk to you." Skeppy whispered sincerely.

Bad sat up and blinked rapidly, trying to get some comprehension back. "M'what? It's so late, Skeppy."

"I know, but I can't sleep like this...we need to talk about us."

"There's no us to talk about...and especially not this late." Bad shrugged. "So, go to bed."

"Bad–" Skeppy grabbed Bad's hands. "I've really fucked up with you. I've been a horrible partner and a worse father. When I was staying with my sister, I was miserable. I could do whatever I wanted, drink anything, see any slut I wanted. But, it was so damn empty. I know now that I just need you, and our kids. Can I...can I be given a chance? A real honest chance. I promise this time."

Bad felt like no wasn't an option. He had known Skeppy forever, had dated him since he was a teenager. Had done bad things for Skeppy. It felt crazy to cut Skeppy out of his heart forever. But, Bad now knew Forever, whom seemed so new and exciting. "Skeppy, I just–I just don't know."

Skeppy frowned, squeezed his hands. He let out a little sigh. Knowing exactly how to appeal to Bad's weak spots. "I promise, I can do this. I love you."

"Skeppy, there's someone else." Bad admitted, hitting Skeppy in a weak spot too.

Skeppy let go off his hands and moved away to sulk at the edge of the bed. "Oh...I didn't know. I guess I have no right to be upset."

"Yeah..." Bad cleared his throat. "I just think I deserve better. You had chances, you know...but, maybe we can fix this...I'll just need to think."

"I get it, think about it." Skeppy stood up. "I'm going to get something to drink, do you need anything?"

"No, night..." Bad laid back down and pulled the comforter up to his face. As soon as Skeppy left the room, he started to cry. He wanted the perfect life he had planned with Skeppy. But he also wanted the relationship with Forever that was fresh. So fresh that he didn't know what was going to happen. It was exciting. It beat arguing with Skeppy over clothes on the floor, or kid's lunches that weren't packed. It surely build the subconscious guilt of murder.

Skeppy sat at the table and drank a glass of apple juice. He heard faint crying and decided he wouldn't be able to go back to bed. But after some more listening he realized it wasn't Bad that he was hearing. It was Pomme that was sobbing and whining.

Skeppy rushed down the hall and to Pomme's door. He knocked lightly, trying not to scare her. He then pushed the door opened and looked in. "Pomme, What's wrong? Are you okay, baby?"

Pomme rubbed at her eyes and held her comforter close to her face as she cried. "I-I don't want to do this–" she sniffled. "I can't. I'm a m-monster."

"What?" Skeppy walked in and turned on a lamp. "You had a bad dream, it's alright." He sat on the bed. "Deep breaths. Have you been watching horror movies with Leo?" He joked, but it was horrible timing.

Pomme shook her head and sniffed again. "Daddy, I'm sorry."

"Pomme–" Skeppy was starting to get worried. Pomme didn't cry and freak out easily. Once in her life she had a really bad nightmare that did make her cry. After watching the freaky clown-sewer-Georgie movie with Leo. But Pennywise didn't make her cry this bad, and it didn't make her get all soft.