Skeppy was unsupervised. Now was his chance.
Bad had been generally hanging around him for an annoying amount of time, but now he had some business or something. Skeppy didn't really care what it was since it meant he finally had time to make some mischief.
He had been curious about the mortal world since the other gods had gone down. And Badboyhalo told him he couldn't go.
Badboyhalo. He isn't a badboy at all, more like an angel. Goody two-shoes.
Skeppy had decided to take matters into his own hands and go by himself. The only problem in his way was that he didn't exactly know how or where to go.
He had wandered a little in the massive, airy hallways that made up the god's home. But he had never really ventured far inside or explored it, that is, yet.
As there was no time to lose before Badboyhalo would be back, Skeppy set off in search of some kind of... something.
The structure was endless; filled with luscious gardens or cool fountains, whatever the gods wanted built was made for them.Skeppy quickened his pace.
He found a circular room with some kind of contraption in the floor. It opened into a wide hole as he approached.
He stood on the edge and looked down into the mist.
For the first time he wondered if this was a good idea.Pushing the thought away, Skeppy looked around. There were no hints about how the gods descended.
He looked down again. Maybe they just fell.Skeppy sat down cross-legged on the edge and carefully made himself float like he practiced.
Then he carefully floated over the opening, with only air under him.
His palms got sweaty but he stilled himself and slowly drifted down like Bad taught him.
Warily he watched the opening move up past his eyes, then close over his head.
And he kept going down, slowly.
Slowly and steadily.
Several minutes went by with no change in his surroundings.
Then several more minutes.
Skeppy's concentration started to waver.
He tried firmly to keep himself on task, but he was bored.
He started to doubt that he was actually still moving.
He started to wonder if he accidentally went down the trash chute or something.
Skeppy worked up the courage to look under him but saw nothing.
Blank mist.
Suddenly he wobbled. He realized he was tired. It was hard to hold himself up. He wiped the sweat off his brow and resumed concentrating.
He pushed himself for a few more minutes.
He wished he'd listened closer to Badboyhalo.Too far now.
What should I do?
He knew if he stopped then he'd just fall. He wondered for the first time if he could die.
Why did I do this in the first place?
He knew the answer, it's because he'd assumed it wouldn't be far.
It seemed like a stupid assumption in hindsight.
And now he was suspended in some kind of stasis between heaven and earth. Stuck.He hated heights. But he had wings.
Reluctantly he closed his eyes and pictured them, then felt them on his back again.
At least that worked-
Then Skeppy's support fell out from under him.
And he fell with it.
Air rushed past him and wind pushed his hair back and wings up behind him.
Definitely falling then.
He tried to calm down, but images of crashing flashed in front of his eyes and he dreaded his fall would stop short on the ground.
Cautiously he tried his only option: flying.
He crashed last time but now-
Well, better to die trying.
Skeppy opened his wings and tried to flap them down, but it felt like four million hands were holding them back and pulling them up behind him.
All he did was spin in the air and get dizzy; quickly he steadied himself.
Then he saw something under him, the ground.
Trying furiously, he pushed down and his fall slowed. But he was still going too fast. It was impossible for his wings to hold his weight and get level. He saw the branches of a tree rising fast to greet him and tumbled down, flailing his arms helplessly.
Skeppy fell fast through the branches and slammed into the earth.
His world went black immediately.Skeppy groaned; his head ached.
He heard a snapping noise and opened his eyes to see a branch falling.
Thud
He rolled out of the way and it landed just where his head had been.
That was close
His eyes caught on a stand of hair.
Hold on-
Skeppy sat up and tugged on his dark hair to examine it in front of his face.
What...
It was black.
Then he saw his hands, they weren't the sky blue he had gotten used to. They were the bronzed skin color of mortals.
So were his arms, his chest, his bare feet.
Is this a punishment?
Wait- what about-
With his hands he felt his forehead and found it smooth.
No third eye.He heard a noise and looked up.
Someone was watching him. It was a little girl of about 6 or 7. When he met her eyes she gasped and ran away.
Skeppy cried "Wait-" and stumbled to his feet.
He tried to follow her but she had disappeared.
He stopped and looked around.
He was in a small clearing-like area with small houses cluttered around, farther away the alleys thinned into the larger city and faint noises from it could be heard.
Skeppy craned his neck to look back up at the tree.
He could try climbing it, but why bother?
He was down, where he wanted to be.Time to explore.
So Skeppy set off into the semi-familiar human world he used to live in.
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(I wrote this part a few months ago but I was reluctant to post in case I didn't write anything else after that and got your hopes up, here's the message I write with it then)
Sorry for all the delay and silence. I went through a long period of writer's block and some tough stuff.
There's a few things I don't like about how I started this story off, the main one is that it moves at a really really slow pace. It'll be faster now that we're in our world, and then the plot will pick up and it should get interesting.
(If I look back later and am still unhappy with it I might just rewrite the beginning and make it a lot shorter then skip ahead in the story to where things start happening. I like how ethereal the gods' home is and the kinda spacey unreal peace vibes of it, but like I said, it's really slow. I'm curious to know if you guys agree or disagree with me?
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Faith [dorkapye God AU]
Fanfiction"But... gods can't die right?" Badboyhalo sighed; he would regret his next words. "Yes, Skeppy, we can. If one of us were forced to drink a mixture of wine and god's blood, we could be killed." "But how?" "Not now, Skeppy. Let's talk about something...