Halloween mcyt short stories

◍ Followers~Pt.1 ◍

Second story time pogchamp wooooo also I'm saving my favorite ideas for last in case I can turn them into a full on fanfic cause I really like them.
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Characters involved:
Skeppy, BadBoyHalo
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Have you ever felt like you were being followed, the constant shiver up your spine. Constantly looking around you, only to see nothing. Some people call that being paranoid, but when it was you it happened to, you knew you heard something.

BadBoyHalo had been feeling this feeling a lot, he would tell his best friend, Skeppy, about it, but would just be called paranoid.

Bad knew he wasn't paranoid, he swear he heard the noise of soft footsteps behind him, he felt like his every move was being watched. Like a camera pointed at him constantly.

"Skeppy I swear I'm not kidding!" Bad yelled through his mic. "I heard someone earlier! It was just random footsteps and my roommate doesn't live here anymore." Bad continued.
"It was probably just your dog or something, don't worry about it Bad." Skeppy answered back.
"It wasn't my dog, she's been asleep on my bed for the past two hours. I can even see her right now!" Bad said back, he was starting to get mad. He would always listen to Skeppy, but when it came to something that Bad had a problem with, Skeppy was no help.

"Even if this was true, how would I help you Bad?" Skeppy asked. Bad paused, he didn't really know, he was more just complaining to Skeppy.
"Exactly. But Bad, I'm gonna go to sleep." Skeppy said, then did a fake yawn for emphasis.
"Bye Skeppy..." Bad said, sounding almost sad.

Skeppy left the teamspeak channel and walked away from his desk. The man flopped down on his bed, melting into it's covers.

Skeppy suddenly heard a few light thumps, right outside his door. Skeppy got up and looked around his room cautiously, then walked over to his closed bedroom door. The door creaked slightly as it opened, he peaked into the hallway and looked both ways. Nobody was there, the hallways was dark and empty. He went back to his bed, shutting his door.

Skeppy sat on his phone when he heard the soft footsteps again, but this time, they sounded closer. Skeppy scanned his room, using his phone flashlight for more light.

In less than a second, the light of the flashlight caught a bit of something. It was extremely fast, and it dashed out of the flashlights vision within a millisecond. It was mainly red, with black at and edge, not too bright a red, but not too dark.

The footsteps stopped for a moments then continued to get father away. Skeppy lived alone currently, which means he had no dog, and no parents there. Someone, or rather, something, was in his home, and he didn't know what.

Skeppy began to shake a little bit, the fear getting to him. With a shaking hand, he tapped on Bad's contact name, and pressed the call button. The phone rung and Skeppy pressed the device up against his ear. Bad answered the call.
"Bad?" Skeppy said, you could hear the fear in his voice.
"Skeppy?" Bad said back, his voice laced with concern.
"I believe you now." Skeppy said. "I believe that your not imagining things." Skeppy finished, Bad still didn't respond.
"Bad?" Skeppy said once more, his voice even more scared.
"Did you hear footsteps?" Bad said back finally.
"Yeah..." Skeppy told the man on the other end of the phone.
"What are we supposed to do about this Skeppy?" Bad said to the scared man.
"I don't know." Skeppy responded, trying to think of some way they could help each other, or at least themselves.
"Maybe we should just sleep on it I guess..." Bad said to Skeppy.
"Alright..." Skeppy said back to Bad, trying not to sound too worried.

As the two of them hung up on the call they both sighed. What were they going to do? They didn't even know what was supposedly following them.

The two of them went to bed, each at their own paces'. Bad's dog curled up by his head, on the pillow beside him. Skeppy went to sleep almost immediately, not even beginning to try.

The next morning Bad sat up in his bed, still half asleep. He got up and poured himself a coffee, the feeling of eyes on him lingering. His sipped his hot coffee, giving him a small burn on his tongue. While sipping his coffee he swear he heard something new. It wasn't footsteps, or the insecure feeling, it was a giggle. He didn't catch what the giggle sounded like, but was terrified.

Hours later, Skeppy woke up from his sleep, the sound of footsteps near his bed had woke him up. It sounded like something was running around the edge of his bed... No... Running under his bed. Skeppy froze, the thing was under his bed, his phone was on the opposite side of the room, charging. Whatever it was would most definitely catch him if he got up to call Bad, most likely what it wanted.

Skeppy started to silently panic. What am I supposed to do? He thought to himself, whatever it was, it kept running underneath his bed. It must be something small... Skeppy figured out. He could only think of one thing to do, find out what it was.

Skeppy braced himself for whatever horrible creature might be under his bed. He leaned his head off the mattress then leaned down. He scanned under his bed for movement, the footsteps still coming from under his bed. Skeppy caught something, it looked the same red, as the fragment he saw last night. Skeppy gasped as he saw glowing white eyes turn towards him, looking at his upside down head. The footsteps stopped, that's what the creature was.

Bad lay on his couch, scrolling through his Twitter feed. Another giggle rang out in the air, this time more clear. That giggle... Bad thought, then recognized it. That's Skeppy's giggle... Bad knew it so well.
"Skeppy?" Bad called out into silence. In response he got another giggle, it sounded childish, like it was a prank. The footsteps started again then grew faint, it seemed to walk into his bathroom. Bad followed the footsteps to his bathroom.

There he saw it and was shocked.
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