Their planet was forgotten--Destroyed, someone had told them. They were taken a very long time ago, taken and held down and beaten to submission. The more time they waste, the worst. One day they'd grow too weak to do anything--one day they wouldn't be able to even stand. Then, their leg broke. Moon thinks they broke more than that. And when they no longer felt it hurt, they knew they had waited too long to do anything. It was already too late. Until it really isn't. (In which you get hit by a car, punch someone in the face, and self-sign yourself as a caretaker to two aliens.)

In an opulent mansion, Isabella and Alexander, forced into a loveless marriage, exchanged vows. Their eyes held immense hatred, a shared secret behind practiced smiles. Weeks passed, their interactions remained cold and formal. Then, Isabella uncovered Alexander's dark deeds, thrusting them into a treacherous world of deceit. "Promise me you'll never speak of this," Alexander whispered urgently. "I can't ignore it," Isabella said. Their lives unraveled, and they became unwilling partners in a dangerous game. Betrayal loomed, and Isabella finally admitted, "I hate you more than anyone." "The feeling is mutual," Alexander retorted. Their marriage, born of obligation, had become a crucible of secrets and lies. They faced dark forces, and just as they stood on the precipice of their perilous journey, Alexander's voice dripped with menace. "I promise you, Isabella," he hissed, "before this is over, you'll wish you'd never been born."

For years, Skeppy has felt as if someone's been watching him in his own house. He could feel eyes peering at him from within the dark, but whenever he opened his eyes he was met with the undisturbed interior of his bedroom. As a joke, his friend Vurb suggests he writes a note to the "demon observing him." Skeppy, having nothing better to do than meme the non-existent entity in his room, writes a note with Vurb's guidance and places it on the floor beside his bed. It was a joke. That's all it was supposed to be, a silly joke that wasn't supposed to result in Skeppy befriending any hellish creatures -- and yet there he was, eating gluten-free muffins and roasting a demon's ability to do his job. ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ A/N: Skeppy and Bad's friendship is absolutely wholesome and this fanfiction does NOT intend to shove the concept of "Skephalo" down their throats. Each character will be referred to as their usernames (with real names being referenced on occasion.) This fanfic does not perfectly reflect the mentioned CC's actual behavior. I dunno why, but I feel more comfortable putting twists on a "character" than copying and pasting an individual into a story. It's my way of separating fictional interpretations from the real deal. Also, if Bad or Skeppy were to express any form of disdain towards this shitty piece of literature, I won't hesitate to tear it down like my family tore down my dreams of being a veterinarian ;) I literally saw a shitpost Skephalo comic and was inspired to write this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Cover not mine, made by Katiculla on Twitter.

(BOOK 1) Centuries after the events of the original Warriors series and the downfall of the four clans, Warriors: Black Rain takes place in a forest once again divided; RainClan, MistClan, ThornClan, and MapleClan now rule, with mystery and majesty hiding in every shadow. Every day is filled with adventure and discovery, but the shadows of the past hold many secrets. One cat, torn from blood to clan, must choose her path, and choose it wisely. If she chooses wrong, the balance of the entire forest could be at stake. A fan-made Warriors book series. Book One of the Warriors: Shadows of the Past series. *Original Warriors books by Erin Hunter* *ALL ART BY ME: NOT FOR PUBLIC USE*