~~Toxic Love~~Skephalo yandere AU~~

~T.V. Head~

Once Skeppy was around a block away from his house, he saw an old and blocky television illuminating blue light off of it. It had a pen jammed into it, along with a happy face with its tongue sticking out painted on it.

Skeppy removed the pen and picked up the television, somehow it had no wires or anything connected to it leaving the inside bare. It was cool to see how such an old thing could still be producing light without anything attached.

He decided to take it, nobody seemed to want it since it was just left in the streets like this. He set it over his head to be funny, but he could see clearly out of it. As if it was one way glass. Old televisions didn't have that, did they?

He left it there and walked the rest of the way home chewing on his darkened bubblegum. He would need to dispose of the hoodie immediately once he got home, no one must ever know what he has done. The bitch deserved it anyways. "I bet that bitch is ganna call the police and investigate us all."

After around another five minutes Skeppy reached his house and disposed of the hoodie. It meant nothing to him now anyways, it was his favorite around an hour ago but now it was coated in the blood of someone he hated, no washing machine could remove the memories and the filth that was on that hoodie.

Skeppy removed the T.V. from his head, within seconds he slid it under his bed. Next thing he knew, he was on his bed laughing with Bad over texts. Sending memes, making inside jokes, and overall just having each other as company. It was great.

"Alright Mr. 14, I'm going to bed. Goodnight <3" Skeppy's heart fluttered. He loved every second he had with Bad. Time is something Skeppy always had, nothing was easier to do than waste an infinite amount of it.

"If you have everything of something than you have nothing of another." That's what Skeppy lived by, he had all the time in the world, but no where fun to waste it.

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Skeppy blinked and was now in school being lectured by the teacher, Mr. Graff of what would happen. When did he get here? He looked around the classroom feeling sick, he knew he was guilty, but for what? "Police will interrogate each of you on where you were when Jessica Smiths was attacked yesterday."

It felt like a bullet had his Skeppy, he did a good thing. He needed to make sure she wouldn't snitch again. He had to. He had to kill her. "Zak, go with the police officer on your left." What the- it had only been a few seconds? Skeppy looked up at the clock and realized it had been almost an hour. Time was being quicker and quicker by the second.

He stood up and followed the officer as told. The officer had wavy blond hair, green eyes, and freckles painted across his face. Once the officer had sat him down outside of class, he turned on a black light looking up and down each part of Skeppy's body. Skeppy read the name plate on the officer's badge. 'Clay', odd name but Skeppy didn't care.

"You have a blood stain near your nose area, why is that?" Skeppy quickly thought of a lie, he knew it was Jessica's blood. "I got a nose bleed before I came to school." Lair. The cop nodded and wrote a few things down, it didn't scare Skeppy one bit. He wanted to point his finger and laugh at the cop, he knew the truth and the cop didn't.

"Alright, you're free to go back to class, have a good rest of your day and stay safe." Skeppy smiled, it was all fake. Nothing he did was truthful, he was a fucking liar. However, he was worried that the cops might catch on. Skeppy paid no attention during the rest of the class, he had no care for it anymore even if he was failing.

How can I get the cops off my ass even if they don't have anything to convict me? He thought and thought until the bell rung, once it had stopped it hit him. He grinned evilly in his place, and soon got up to go to the beginning of the perfect rest of the day, shared with the most perfect man, BadBoyHalo.