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🏹Bad Dreams🏹

The diamond man sat up, stretching his arms and checking the time. He was supposed to meet the muffinteers in half an hour, so he got up to get dressed.

After a while, Skeppy found himself with the Dream Team, but no BBH in sight.

"Hey guys." He greeted as he walked up, glancing around for his best friend.

"Hey, Skeppy. Why are you looking around so much?" Dream replied, waving to the newcomer.

"I'm looking for Bad. Is he not here yet?" He looked back at the trio, surprised to see faces of confusion on their faces.

"What do you mean? Who's Bad?" Sapnap questioned, raising an eyebrow at the diamond man.

Skeppy stood stiff, this had to be a joke.

"Are you serious? Badboyhalo, our best friend? Y'know, the angel dude who yells at us when we curse and calls us muffinheads all the time?" The expressions of bewilderment only grew.

"Are you okay, Skeppy? There's no one we know named that." George assured, walking up and placing a hand on Skeppy's shoulder.

He shook George off, backing away with concern and slight annoyance in his eyes.

"What the muffin is happening..? I-I.. I need to get home.." Skeppy stuttered out, tears welling in his eyes.

He then turned and ran off, leaving the other three confused and worried for his wellbeing.

Skeppy burst through his door, his breathing ragged from panic and running. He barely managed to close the door before he collapsed onto his knees, trying to calm down. He cried until his head started to hurt.

His best friend didn't seem to exist anymore. And he was the only one who remembered him. Was this some sort of cruel prank? Revenge for all the times he's pranked his friends and random people?

He looked up a little as he heard someone call out to him. It was faint, too faint to recognize the voice, but he heard his name. He looked around, since the voice seemed to be coming from all directions.

"W-who's there?" He asked, gripping his shirt as he let out shaking sniffles.

He heard the call again, this time louder. He tried to listen to it better, to recognize the voice, but it only made his horrid headache worse.

He noticed the room start to darken. Thinking he was passing out from stress and crying, he fell against the bed, closing his eyes.

He suddenly jolted awake, sitting up in bed and breathing heavily. Tears still ran down his cheeks, fists clenching the sheets of the bed.

"Skeppy! Oh my goodness, you're okay! You wouldn't wake up, I was so scared!" A voice said from beside him.

Skeppy noticed his left hand was being held by another hand, he traced the hand up the arm to the shoulder then face of the person it came from.

Bad was staring at him with teary worried eyes. Skeppy immediately tackled Bad in a hug, crying into his shoulder slightly as they tumbled onto the ground together.

"W-woah, Skeppy! Are you alright?!" Bad questioned, holding the diamond man close and letting him cry if he needed.

"I-I thought I l-lost you..." Skeppy mumbled into Bad's shoulder, gripping the back of his cloak tightly.

"You aren't gonna lose me, silly. Never in a million years would I ever plan on leaving you." Bad stated, pulling Skeppy up so they can look at each other.

"Y-you mean i-it?"

Bad felt his heart wrench when he saw how broken Skeppy looked over the nightmare. He nodded and wiped away his tears, pulling him close again.

"Yes I mean it, Skeppy. We can stay here as long as you want to." Bad said, slightly burying his face into the other's fluffy hair.

"Can y-you sing for m-me? Like how you d-do when I-I'm upset?" Skeppy muttered, turning his head to rest his cheek on Bad's shoulder and look up at him.

Bad cracked a smile, adjusting his position under Skeppy so he can sing for him.

"Of course, Skeppy."