The Trio And Friends Stories

Badboyhalo 1/2

Just a normal day. Sun was shining outside the window but it doesn't really matter for gamers. Badboyhalo had his sleep schedule kind of screwed up recently. He didn't have much time to take care of himself, because of the job he had to connect with Youtube. He was recording or streaming at night and barely living through the day.

He ran hand through his hair and rubbed eyes. It was awful feeling. He finally had time to have a shower. After he stood up from chair in front of computer he tried to get to the door. What a mess, he really had to clean up. Cans of energy drinks everywhere, some papers lying on the floor, a little bit of coffee poured on the desk. It was just so not him. He made his way to the bathroom somehow. Feel of cold water on his tired, heavy head was so pleasing. For a moment he felt refreshed but when he went to the kitchen and saw another mess to clean up, mood disapeared. Making some cleanse in his life should be setted as a goal with high priority.

But he couldn't just gather himself up lately. Always so tired and overworked that he fell in some sick rutine. Overhelmed by thoughts he decided to talk to someone. He came back to his room but firstly he grabbed a broom to at least make a path to his computer. Then he sat heavily on a wheeling chair. Team speak was on so he just searched who was online. No one special. He leaned back staring blindly at a monitor. Suddenly someone nicked Skeppy occured on screen. Before he could react, notification from twitter blinked on his phone.

Skeppy *-*

"badddd"

"cpme to tsssd"

"I am, you muffin."

"oh ok wait"

Skeppy moved him to his channel.
- Hi baddddd.-
- Hey Skeppy, what's up? -
-Nothing special, I just wanted to talk. -
-Oh really? That's something special, you never call me just to talk. But... - Skeppy tried to say something but badboyhalo cut him off.
- I actually wanted to talk too. Maybe not certainly with you but anyone.

-Are you telling me that anyone could be better to talk to than me?- Skeepy started squeking.

-Of course not! I rather be talking with you, okay? Skeppy please stop it, I'm not really in a mood and I'll probably get angry really fast.-

-O-okay. So what's wrong, baldy?- He tried to hid concern behind teasing. Bad hardly ever was in a bad mood.

- Oh It's just a.. nothing really. I need to clean my apartment cause It's a total mess recently. I'm too tired. Even coffee doesn't help anymore.-

-Bad, how many coffees did you have today?- Skeppy knew that his friend loved caffeine and sometimes drank too much of it. If that is not helping, then it can go out of hand easily.

-Uh not many, I was drinking more energy drinks than that. Pickle chips taste better with them.-

-I thought we talked about this...-

-I know, I know okay. I'll try my best to limit coffeine. I just had tough time I guess.- tone of badboyhalos voice made his heart sank a little.

-You can always talk to me if you want. You know that, right?-

-Yes, I know Skeppy, thank you. I wanted to- Oh I think someone's coming. I have to go now. Byeee geppy.-

-Wait. Uh. Okay then. Byeee.-

-*User disconected from your channel*- Zak didn't really hear anything from bad's mic but he wanted to trust him. He pushed the little seed of doubt growing in his stomach away.

The dark blonde boy was sitting on his chair with his head tilted down. Why was he like that? Zak was his friend, probably the best he had at the moment because he neglected a lot of friendships in a last few weeks. Maybe going out with his dog, rat will cheer him up a bit. He called his rat loudly. High pitched barking came from the kitchen. A red leash was hanging in the hallway, so he took it and clasped to a small, fuzzy creature. When he went out, it was already getting dark. A cold breeze hit his face. Nice change compared to his stuffy room.
Despite a good idea to clear his mind, soon thoughts rushed back as he was walking down the empty pavement. He couldn't get rid of them even though he really wanted to be his old self. Something was not right. Something must have changed recently and he didn't figure out what yet. He dipped in thoughts untill he reached the front door to his house. Lucy was looking at him with sparks of joy in her eyes as always. She probably haven't noticed yet that her owner is sad. Or maybe she did and she wants to comfort him now?
-Who's a smart doggo? Yeah, you are.- Darryl murmured while patting the fluffy ball. The fact that he bent down probably saved him from getting hit with a rock which cut the air just inches above his head. He turned around feverishly to see what happened, but another rock smashed onto his shoulder. Pain radiated in his whole arm. Groaning in pain, he quickly entered the house and locked the door. Another rock thrusted through the window.
-What the fudge is this?!- irritated but slightly afraid he peeked outside the window and searched for intruders. There was no one in sight. Sigh. That must have been vandals who are prowling in this district recently. Like he doesn't have enough on his mind already.
In meantime, black shadow snickered and slowly disapeared in abyss of the night.