Broken- DreamNotFound/ Gream

Chapter. 17

Night:8

Life Count: 183

Skeppy:

George got back to the mountain at nightfall.

From the tears staining his face to the small scrap of bloodstained fabric clutched in his hand to his silence he held once he stepped into the caverns, Skeppy knew what happened. He knew what had happened to the boy he'd pushed off the cliff.

Dream was dead.

As soon as George had come back, he'd rushed to the medbay and locked himself in, not letting anyone else in. Skeppy tried to see him but decided against it after he's seen the fury in his eyes after he'd had told George that Dream was almost certainly dead. He didn't dare try to even talk to the brown haired man after he'd gotten back, because that would surely earn him a knife to the neck.

"He's definitely dead." He muttered to himself, running his hands through his hair agitatedly. "There's no way he survived that fall."

"But it's Dream. There's nothing that man couldn't do if he set his mind to it." Bad pointed out, gently grabbing Skeppy's hand as he reached up to run his fingers through his hair again. "You've got to stop doing that. It'll make your hair fall out."

"So I'll be bald like you?" Skeppy joked, reaching over and lightly tapping Bad on the nose with his free hand, the other holding a book open in his lap. "Baldboyhalo?"

"Geppy!" Bad shrieked, batting the dark haired boy's hand away from his face with his arms in his hoodie sleeves. "I'm not bald!"

"Baldboyhalo is a potato!" Skeppy sang, laying his head against Bad's shoulder and looking upside down at his boyfriend. "You're a potato, Bad."

"Geppy..." Bad whined, sticking out his lower lip and pouting, his emerald eyes gleaming as he glanced down at Skeppy. "I'm not bald."

"Yeah, uh-huh." Skeppy grinned, affection in his smile as he stood up, grasping the green eyed man's hand, and pulling him up beside him. "Hey, I'm going on recon to find more supplies. You want to come with me?"

"Sure, I could use a break from all..." Bad gestures around him at the tall cave around him, the high stone walls and the dim light were all getting a little old for him. "All this."

"The rocks and caves do get a little old every once and a while." Skeppy laughed slightly as he pulled Bad down the hallways. "It'd be good for us to escape the mountain before you and I turn into vampires."

"I'd like to be a vampire, though." Bad countered, blinking and shielding his eyes as he stepped out into the light of the moon, the stars twinkling overhead. "It would be pretty cool."

"I guess." Skeppy didn't let go of Bad's hand as they ran down the vine tunnel, their feet slipping slightly on the smooth dirt, the heather tickling at their legs as they emerged onto the meadows. "I would still love you even if you were a vampire, Bad."

"Aww, thank you Skeppy!" Bad sent an adorable smile his way, making the dark haired man blush slightly. "Now, what are we even doing out here?"

"Looking for any supplies." Skeppy answered, scanning the waving grasses for something, anything useful... wait, what? "Hey, Bad, what's this?"

He sprinted over to a patch of heather, flattened as if something fell from a long drop, the crushed purple flowers covered in... blood. Skeppy's eyebrows furrowed as he cautiously walked over, pulling out one of the bloodstained grasses and peering at it in the dim moonlight.

"It looked like someone died here..." Bad murmured after a bit, sniffing the air lightly, his nose wrinkling delicately. "And it smells like it too."