Halloween mcyt short stories

【No Strings Attached~Pt.3】

Anyone else getting "Bad was an imposter" vibes from this short story? I know I am. But who's the other imposter then...
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George screamed in agony, tears running down his face, his body being twisted in unbearable ways. The pain and bending stopped, George sighed, the realized. What did he just say?
"Bad George..." he repeated out loud, in full control. What did I do that was bad? George thought to himself, it was in Bad's voice... and he sort of got suspicious of Bad earlier...

The pieces then clicked.
"Bad has the voodoo dolls..." he mumbled, unable to even believe himself. Every little thing that happened made sense, all except one thing. How did I suddenly feel pain for this time? Bad knew something he didn't, but George also knew something, that Bad had the voodoo dolls.

George put picked up his phone, ready to call Dream, he then remembered the pain he just felt. He wasn't sure how Dream would react, but Bad would most definitely find out he said things about him, and hurt him again. George stared at the now dark screen of his phone, did he really want to do this?

George settled it, he turned on his phone then pressed Dream's recently called contact. Holding the ringing phone up to his ear, he waited for Dream.
"George? Didn't we just get off a call with Bad, Ant, and Sapnap, like... a little while ago?" Dream answered the phone then asked George.
"Yes, but I found something out." George said, his tears dry now.
"What?!" Dream asked, suddenly intrigued.
"Bad does have the voodoo dolls." George said to Dream. Dream went silent, then took a deep breath in.
"Bad doesn't have the voodoo dolls George, that's not him, he wouldn't lie to us about that." George's heart sank, nobody was going to believe him if Dream didn't believe him.
"Well- I just had one of those fits and I felt pain, and that was right after we got off the call where I accused Bad!" George retorted, saving his argument.
"You don't know that for sure! It could just be a coincidence!" Dream yelled through the phone.
"But-" George started.
"NO! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP GEORGE!" Dream yelled at the British man, George froze.
"Dream- Why are you so unhappy about this..." Dream didn't respond.
"How about I ask Bad again, and make him be honest." Dream proposed, breaking the silence, George's heart began to race, Bad would know about George if Dream asked him.
"NO-" George started to yell, but was cut off by Dream ending the call.
"Oh I'm so dead..." George said to his phone.

Bad's phone buzzed in his hand, as he was looking at fan art. It was a text message from Dream, in the white text that was dark mode for iMessages it read:
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Hey Bad, can we talk again?
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Bad was confused at first. What does he even want to talk about? Bad wondered, then thought about what he did to George. Bad panicked, George most likely told Dream about what happened, and the reason that he wanted to talk to Bad so suddenly was because of that. Bad's palms grew clammy, making it feel strange to hold his phone.
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Uh yeah, when?
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Bad answered back to Dream, trying to be as chill as possible.
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Now
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That was all Dream said back, Bad saw the message and tried to keep his calm. With a deep breath, he pressed the call button on Dream's contact. Almost immediately Dream answered.
"Hey Dream." Bad said to the man on the other end of the call.
"Hey Bad." Dream responded back, seeming almost more serious.
"George keeps bothering me about the voodoo doll situation, and he keeps saying you have the voodoo dolls." Dream spoke again, Bad silently collected himself before answering.
"Like I said before, no I don't, I don't even know where I would get those." Bad said, hoping that his voice sounded stern or calm enough.
"That's what I thought, George just seems to be overreacting, I personally think." Dream said back to Bad, believing the Bad's lies.

After the two hung up the phone Bad immediately relaxed, he wasn't used to lying to his friends about such a serious topic. Bad went to his desk chair again, preparing to sit there for a while.

Bad tried to keep his eyes on his phone, but his eyes kept getting drawn to the dolls on the other side of the room. Giving in to the temptation, he walked over to the dolls. Dream would be to obvious, George probably knew it was coming, Sapnap and Antfrost on the other hand...

Bad grabbed the Sapnap doll, then started to toy with it's squishy limbs. Bad thought of the pain the doll should be feeling at the bending and willed it to happen to Sapnap. Bad wished he could hear his screams of pain, it just made him happy to imagine this.

As Bad stopped torturing Sapnap, then for good measure, Antfrost as well, he wanted to try something. Bad stepped out of his room to grab something for his idea. He came back into his room with a pair of scissors, hoping that his plan would work. Quickly he asked George to answer his calls then held the voodoo doll of George in hand.

"Hi George!" Bad said happily.
"Erm, hi Bad..." George said, not sure if he was
"scared or not. Bad cradled his phone near his ear, with his shoulder and head pressing against each other. He then picked up the scissors and the George doll, using both hands, and held the scissors up to it's neck.

Bad quickly willed George to feel the pain of the action, then snipped the voodoo doll's head off. George let out a blood curdling scream over the phone, making Bad have a small smile grow on his face.
"George are you alright..." Bad asked, trying to mask the happiness in his voice.
"I KNEW IT BAD!" George yelled at the phone he could barley hear.

For George this was a weird, and an extremely painful experience, being decapitated wasn't as bad as one would think, at least when you ended up alive in the end. George's still standing body waved at him, most likely the doings of Bad.
"Maybe I'll just leave you like this..." Bad spoke through the phone.
"NO!" George's head yelled at the phone. "Just uh- put my head back on my body and I won't tell anyone about this." George said, trying to make a compromise and stay calm enough to talk.
"Hm fine, only because I want the doll to be fine..." Bad said, then George's head was picked up by the body he couldn't feel. The skin of the two parts of his neck, mended together, not even leaving a scar.
"Also George, I don't take your word not to tell, but I'll make you not tell..." Bad said, then hung up the phone.

George was stunned, Bad was just a psychopath, or rather a sociopath, just plain crazy, power does that to people... Though Bad still did have power over all four of them, and he seemed to be quite ruthless now.
"Don't tell, Georgie..." George said in Bad's voice, followed by one of his giggles. Bad made George boop his own nose to emphasize that he wasn't afraid.

Bad held the voodoo dolls in his arms, smiling wondering who this 'S' was.
"Thanks S, whoever you are..." Bad said to himself, not even caring that the voodoo dolls would have to repeat him. Bad smiled and spun around childishly, flopping down on his bed with the dolls.

S smiled, watching through the camera on Bad's computer. S was glad he could make his dear friend happy, power may corrupt, but damn was it fun to have. S let out a small giggle and covered his mouth with his hoodie sleeve, just a small habit he had made through the years.

S turned behind him, the camera with Bad still in the background. He faced his own collection of voodoo dolls. The same dolls as Bad, as well as all of his friends, including Bad, which was just in case, but the dolls even included himself, but he'd already claimed the voodoo doll of himself. Maybe one day he would even teach Bad how to make voodoo dolls, not today though...
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HAHAHAHAHAH FЦCK YOU!!!! YOU GET THAT AS YOUR ENDING FOR THIS SHORT STORY LMAO. Also do tell, who do you thing the other 'imposter' along with Bad is, I mean I of course know but-, :). Also BadBoyHalos of this book, please can you stop messing up the universe, like cmon bro.
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