Race to the Antichrist (A MCYT Angels AU)

Chapter 5: Pure of Heart and Void of Smart

Bad, or Mr. Halo currently, had dragged Tommy to the new neighbor's house to the sole purpose of annoying them.

He made sure that Tommy had a lot of sugar during his lunch break and even gave him a bow and arrow (the arrows filed down of course) to bring as they visited them. He even brought a small motivational painting with the with the words "Love Yourself" in fancy cursive. Nobody likes them so it's the worst gift possible!

When they made it to the porch of the neighboring green building, Tommy ran up and violently knocked at the door until someone came to answer.

The door opened up. "Hello! We live right beside-" but Bad stopped at his tracks.

Black, uncaring eyes stared back at him, with an aura of disinterest.

Techno.

Bad looked wide eyed shocked at him as he stared back blankly. It was silence until a little brunet boy came running to Tommy.

"Whoa, is that a real bow?" The kid asked in wonder.

Tommy looked up proudly, "Yup, Nanny got it for me! Wanna see me shoot?"

"Do I?" Tubbo shouted excitedly as they grouped together to the front yard, leaving the two in silence.

Bad rushed inside the house and pulled Techno along with him. He threw the small painting to the side and faced Techno with shock.

"Aren't you supposed to be taking care of the antichrist?" He asked in a hurry.

"Uh, yeah... that's kinda what I'm doing?" Techno pointed out the window that gave a full view of the kids climbing a tree to grab a lodged arrow. "I'm Tubbo's 'distant step uncle or something."

He was slightly confused at Techno's mention of the boy being 'Tubbo', but he pinned that to the fact the guy was a meanie-bobeanie.

Bad paced back and forth a little and then stopped before Techno again, who's expression hadn't changed.

"So that kid could be the antichrist?"

"Yup."

"And my kid could be the antichrist?"

"Yup."

"And now the real antichrist, whichever he is, just met the fake antichrist."

"Sounds about right."

Bad groaned in annoyance, burying his face in his hands. "Why did you have to do this to me Dream?"

Dream, the acting leader of hell, was the one who employed the both of them to their antichrist job. To everyone's surprise, the antichrist was not the son of the leader of hell but a reincarnation of the first fallen angel, Lucifer.

Of course, the antichrist was only Lucifer in power and not person.

Hey, I'm in the same boat here. Besides, it doesn't matter."

Bad spring up from his hunched position. "You're right, it doesn't!" He turned to Techno with a smile. "Sure it might be confusing, but when they turn eleven we'll eventually know which one's the antichrist!"

Techno took a step back from the eccentric demon. "Chill, Bad. You make it sound like a good-" he stopped himself mid sentence.

That damn angel must've used his miracle magic. He wanted the end. He was a demon.

Techno corrected himself quickly. "I mean... End of the world here we come. Yay..." he weakly gave.

Bad looked uncomfortable for a second, but went along with it. "Yes, years of making this world only to watch it detonate. Hurrah."

Silence.

"Wanna check to see if Tommy killed Tubbo?"

"Let's do that."