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

Wash Away The Dark

Bad woke up kicking and screaming the next morning. He flinched when he felt hands on him, but it was only Skeppy.

"Woah, what's wrong?!"

Bad sat up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had to look around the room, looking for blood. "Where's Forever?"

"I don't know?"

"Fuck, I killed him."

"What?!"

Bad blinked. Well, that was a vivid dream. But there was some truth laced into it. "C-crap. I attacked him last night. I have to see if he's okay."

"I figured a fight happened. You came home late, looking totally fucked. What happened?"

Bad rubbed his face. "Gah– that dream was so real. What if he's actually dead?!"

"Bad, did he threaten you?"

"No..."

"Then I doubt you did anything. The times you've done dark stuff, it was for a good cause. You need to calm down, tell me what happened." Skeppy whispered and rubbed Bad's cheek.

Bad shook his head. "I feel something inside of me all the time. It's like an alien trying to rip my insides to shreds."

"That's just guilt, Bad..."

"No..." Bad blinked. "I have to go check on Forever. Try to get the kids to school."

"It's Saturday?"

"Nevermind then."

-

Bad saw a familiar car outside of Forever's house, but couldn't remember whose exactly it was. When he walked in, the house felt light like a breeze or a whipped topping on a pie. It was the exact opposite of whatever happened last night.

"Olá o que?" Hello, what? Cellbit came from the kitchen. "Oh Bad, thank God. I was going to contact you. Get your ass in here. What were you thinking? Doing dark matter shit? That stuff fixes no problems, man."

"Is Forever okay?!"

"Yes, we–"

Bad ran into the kitchen. Forever was standing by the sink, looking dishevelled but at ease. He had no choice but to hold Bad as he practically jumped into his arms. "I thought you were dead!"

Cellbit walked into the room and raised an eyebrow. "What do you remember from last night?"

Forever ignored Cellbit and shook Bad lightly. "I'm okay, I thought you were fucked, man!"

Bad pushed his face into Forever's shoulder.

"You snapped, man. Pushed me into my cabinet." Forever rubbed the back of his head. "Its swollen a lot..."

"So I did push you?" Bad looked up.

"Yeah, what do you remember?" Forever gripped Bad's shoulders to keep him close.

Cellbit cleared his throat, wanting someone to answer his questions so he could be the one to fix this mess. "Yeah, Bad. What do you remember? I have Forever's perspective."

"I don't know...I...I don't even know what really happened and what didn't. I had a nightmare– wait, is this a dream? Did I really kill him?!" Bad pulled away and started pacing and pulling at his face. His breathing became rapid.

"Okay, okay." Cellbit kept a good distance to not make Bad feel trapped. "Just breathe, man. This is real life. I know there's something unfathomable in your head right now. But you have to come back to reality."