Skephalo Oneshots

~4~

Prompt- "Get your hands off him!" and "Do you trust me?"

AN// None, just kinda a long filler chapter i had fun writing. 

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It was another long night for Zak. An all night stream consisting of Darryl "beat boxing" And Vincent cussing to try to get him to stop. Of course he'd stop to say language, but simply go right back to the beat.

It was the third time before Vincent had enough, "That's it." He mumbled into the microphone, having his Minecraft character chase Darryl's character around their survival map. He spammed the hit key, trying to kill Darryl at an attempt to shut him up.

"Hey, hey, hey!! Hands off the merchandise, Vinnie!" Zak shrieked, two shoting the French man.

"I'm done! I'm logging out for the night you two. I don't think I can stands anymore. Bonne nuit." Zak giggled at the frustration Vincent was going through.

"You got it, frenchie. Night." Darryl didn't respond, continuing to shift and un-shift while beat boxing. The soft singing from the group chat was their indication Vincent left.

"Alright everybody, I think I'm going to cut this stream a bit short tonight. I don't know what it is but I am exhausted, night y'all!" He yelled, waving and logging of his stream account. Making sure to turn off his camera, he stretched his arms over his head, groaning loudly.

Darryl yawned a bit far from his mic," Welp, this was fun Skeppy. But I think I'm gonna head off too. We'll talk tomorrow, yeah?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and beginning to log out of his Minecraft account and turn off his cameras.

Zak hummed lowly, "You got it Darry. Love you~" He giggled, leaving a flustered Darryl in the team speak chat.

(Time skip brought to you by my diminishing patients for fake hoes)

It had been a couple of days since Darryl had posted that video. He was sitting at his computer, working on a server of his. While working, he was trying to think of a video idea. Nothing was coming to mind.

Then he got a chat invite from Zak. He rolled his eyes, thinking he was about to get trolled, but opened the chat anyway. "Hey, what's up?" He greeted, continuing to work on his build.

Zak chuckled," Nothing much. I was just wondering if you wanted to record a game of hunger games with me? I know you haven't posted recently." He pointed out, logging on and choosing a server.

Darryl thought to himself, thinking the pros and cons of playing with Zak. Sighing, he knew he wouldn't be able to say no to the prankster. "Alright, let's do it." He said smiled at Zak's loud cheering.

After getting situated, choosing servers, and whether their would be teams, they were ready to play.

"What's up everybody! I'm here with..!"

"Heyyy." Darryl said awkwardly, shifting and punching the air.

Zak sighed, "You know him, you love him, BadBoyHalo! And today we will be playing hunger games! No cheats!" He yelled excitedly, jumping around the lobby, waiting for the game to begin.

Zak and Darryl bickered back and forth, as they both knew Zak was bound to cheat. Seconds later they were both teleported to the arena, jumping players and chests laid scattered randomly.

"And it's gonna start in three! Two! One! Let's go!" He shouted again, jump sprinting to the center while Darryl ran the opposite way into the woods.

"Bad where'd you go!? We're a secret team buddy." Zak said, smiling behind the camera as he killed and looted player after player.

"Ahhh, sure. What ever you say, you muffin." Darryl joked, looking for chests and keeping an eye on other players around him.

It didn't take long before Zak found Darryl, giving him his worst loot and food. "Awe, you would give me two pieces of wheat, Skeppy." Darryl complained, throwing it out of his inventory and sprinting away.

"Come on, Bad!" Zak laughed, following after the hot head. They continued to run around the map, killing and looting any one they came across.

Until there were just four people, including them, left. They were put into the death match and felt that had a pretty good chance. "Alright, I have a plan, Bad. You go for one guy, and I'll help you when I'm done with this one."

Darryl agreed easily, going after the guy on the furthest left when the count down was done and they were unfrozen. Zak went after the one on the right, noticing their armor was better, but worse weapons.

"Alright, give me a minute tops and I'll be over their!" Zak commented, glancing a t Darryl's character when he didn't get a response.

He stuck to his words, going to help Darryl after only a few seconds. He pulled out a bow and tried to focus on the opposite player. "Bad! I want you to run right at me." Zak spoke, keeping his bow pulled back and ready to fire.

"What? Skeppy, I can see your bow, you're gonna shoot me!" Darryl complained, continuing to Bob and weave to avoid the other player

"Come one bad. Don't you trust me?" Zak smiled, stilling his mouse and watching as Darryl's character faltered for a moment.

Darryl wasn't sure what happened, but he felt as if his entire body was lit on fire. His heart beat seemed to stall and his brain went to mush. "Yeah, okay. I trust you." He spoke softly, running directly at Zak's character.

"3, 2, 1, Left!" Zak shouted, smiling as he shot the player, killing them with one arrow. Darryl cheered, jumping up and down and punching the air. .

"That was so cool, Skeppy! Ah! I could kiss you! We won! I don't even care if you kill me right now!" He cheered, smiling and laughing at the small victory. Throwing a GG in the chat, he made his character look at Zak's. Immediately noticing he wasn't moving.

"Skeppy?" Zak had muted his mic, laughing and blushing loudly at Darryl's words. He immediately killed Darryl with his sword, ending the recording, and un-muting his mic.

"Sorry about that, Darryl. I just- you said something." He laughed lightly, softening his voice and making himself as small as possible in his chair.

"I did? What'd I say?" Darryl asked, turning off his camera and taking a sip of his drink.

Zak ran a hand through his hair, " You, uh. You said you could kiss me?" He said, more of a question than a statement. It was quiet on both boys lines, both trying to process and Gage the others emotions.

Finally, Darryl took a deep breath and sighed " I'd kiss you too." He whispered, had their been any other noise Darryl wouldn't have heard him. There was silence yet again. 

Registering what Zak had said, Darryl felt his face ignite in flames. He opened and closed his mouth awkwardly, "You-You would?" He choked out, sitting forward in his chair. 

Zak cleared his throat," I mean, yeah. I- I like you, Darryl." He said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. Nodding, Darryl didn't know what to say. He was star struck to say the least. 

"I-I like you too, obviously." He giggled, brushing a hand through his hair and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

They continued to talk, planning to meet up in a weeks time so they could talk and hang out in public. Zak wouldn't have to ask again. Of course Darryl trusted him.