Hunter, Juggernaut, Assassin, Warrior (DNF)

The Assassin

Galas were always of favorites of Bad's. Growing up along side Clay, he attended quite a few of these events in his past. He rather enjoyed the lavish lifestyle, the royal clothing and excellent foods. It truly was a rich man's wonder. Not that Bad was rich, not by any means. No, Darryl Halos was a poor man indeed, with a heart of pure gold. 

He was born into a servants family, under the mastership of a noblemen who was apart of Clay's father's court. From time to time Bad saw Clay in the castle, reading and writing away his princely duties. In his youth, Bad wanted to be like Prince Clay, so he studied,

From the ancients arts to the most modern math's and sciences, Bad found himself nestled into a book quite often. He liked it there. When Bad had just turned fifteen, his parents had inherited the nobleman's wealth after his death. Using this as a blessed opportunity, Bad's father got a position in the King's court, and got his son a position as a tutor for Clay. Bad had a few years on Clay, but not enough to make it weird. Clay was elven. Bad became like and older brother in a sense, keeping the prince out of trouble, well, he tried to keep him out of trouble. 

Bad could tell a person a million stories about young Clay, but the problem is, no one would listen. Not now. It hurt him, seeing his old friend so lost in the world. But if Bad knew anything about the former prince, he knew he'd prevail. Or at least he hoped he would, for his own sake, and for the kingdom's. Bad watched as the Fourth had fallen into dismay after Ember's take to the throne. That hurt him too.

But this Gala was unlike any other he had previously been too. There was a bitterness lingering in the air. He could almost taste it. George had run off after Prince Techno's guard, surly he'd find Clay at the end of that road. Both Ant and Sapnap had vanished, trying to find other exits and things for Dream to escape. This left Bad to his thoughts. 

He didn't mind being alone, he just didn't like it. He clung mostly to the walls, looking out for anything of interest. He knew very well to keep away from all the drinks provided, so Bad sipped on the water canteen he had brought with him. 

As Bad's hazy eyes grazed the crowd, he saw a ghost. Of course it wasn't an actual ghost, but rather someone he had thought long gone. Dressed in royal colors of vibrant blues and seemingly dripping with diamonds, Bad knew that warm brown skin and black fluffy hair anywhere. A lump got catch in his throat. Bad knew this man, and he knew he should be dead. 

His grip around his canteen became tight as his breathing hitched. Did he approach this man or leave it be? Apparently, his legs had made the decision as he started to walk up to this familiar man. 

"Hello." Bad heard himself say involuntarily.

The man turned to face Bad, sipping at a glass of sparkling champagne, Bad had half a mind to whack it out of his hands. "Hi." The man said in his voice. It was him. It was Skeppy.  "I don't believe we've met, I'm Skeppy." He smiled brightly.

Oh but they did know each other, didn't they? Only, just one of them remembered. "Oh..." Bad said disappointedly. "Right, my name is Darryl Halos, but you may call me Bad." He forced a smile back. 

"Bad? Oh!" Skeppy gasped with familiarity. Did he remember?! "You're one of the hired hunters, right?" He purred. "It must be so exciting, traveling about, hunting the bad guys."

"Haha... yeah..." Bad looked down at his feet. 

"I used to be like that." Skeppy commented. Bad knew this. He knew everything about Skeppy, but he listened. Bad missed his voice, his rambles, Bad missed him. "I used to be a soldier, and my group traveled a lot." He sighed as he remembered. "But after we won, i came back here and became noble in the king's court."

"But we didn't win-" Bad huffed out before throwing his hand over his mouth. "I mean, we did win, a wonder we did." Bad muttered. The two men looked at each other for a moment, before erupting into soft nervous giggles. 

"You look amazing tonight," Skeppy complimented. "red is a good color on you."

Bad felt his cheeks warm up with blush. "You look dashing as well." He returned the compliment. 

They stood chatting for a moment or so longer, until the orchestra had finished their current song. Bad glanced around for his group, all were scattered about, and of course he wasn't actually going to stand in the way of the wayward prince. Building up his confidence little by little, Bad turned to face Skeppy.

"May I have this dance?" He asked. 

Bad could see a sparkle light up in Skeppy's eyes as he nodded. "Of course." He smiled. 

Bad smiled cheekily and grabbed Skeppy's have, leading him out to the dance floor. The two of them shared a fairly common height, only one of them was slightly taller. The two men got into position, fitting in nicely with the other fellow dancers. They shared  small chuckle and the orchestra began. They played a waltz. 

Skeppy and Bad held each other close, as if they were to let go, the other might just disappear, which in Bad's case, could very well be true. Bad would be lying if he said he wasn't entranced. He knew those dazzling eyes were full of wonder and hope. He looked as prefect as the day Bad lost him. And for one moment, just one single moment, the fear and hate that had been rooted in Bad's heart for so long, melted away like snow on a spring day. They danced around each other with such familiarity, as if they had done this a thousand times before. Like two dandelion seeds, floating around each other on a sweet Autumn's winds, they held each other close.

You could tell it hurt Bad when the waltz came to an end and new dancers filled the floor, flushing out the old. Giggling like children, Bad and Skeppy dashed to the side of the ball room, still holding hands. 

"I must say sir Bad, i feel as if we've already known each other." Skeppy admitted through small laughs. 

Bad gave a sorrowful smile. "Perhaps we did Lord Skeppy, perhaps we did..."

"Oh Bad!" Chimed the Queen as she approached the two men. "I see you've met Skeppy, one of the most trusted members of my court." She gave a toothy grin. She lovingly placed her hands on Skeppy's shoulders and squeezed, this caused Bad to cringe violently.  

"Mhm... I have!" Bad replied in an overly squeaky voice. 

"Skeppy, I heard Mega and Callahan got into a debate again, might going to stop them?" Queen Ember hummed, giving Skeppy a little shove to the left. 

"Of course your majesty." Skeppy bowed his farewell and hurried off. 

"My my! It seems to me as if you've seen a ghost, my dearest Assassin." The Queen turned to face Bad, her purple gaze flickering with malevolent intent.

Bad clicked his tongue. "So it seems i have, your highness." He hissed lightly. 

"So it seems." She echoed his words, only she said it with venom. "I have to admit, he does look rather familiar. Doesn't he?" She hummed, glancing at Skeppy off into the distance. 

"He does."

"Now, correct me if I'm wrong... but didn't you used to fancy a lad named Skeppy?" Ember have a cruel smile. 

"Your memory as yet to fail you it seems...." Bad responded with hate on his tongue. 

"Would be a shame, if you were to lose him again, wouldn't it?" She gave a sly smile. "It would be just awful to lose him after you just discovered he was alive."

Bad grimaced. How could he lose Skeppy again? As a servant passed by, the Queen pluck a champagne glass off of his trey and brought it to her mouth. "But i just know you are loyal to the crown, am i wrong Darryl?" She sneered into her glass. 

"You aren't wrong." Bad gathered his courage. "I am loyal to the crown, just not the one that sits on your head. Good evening." He gave a sloppy bow and retreated back into the party. He needed to find his group and he needed to find them now.