Blood Soaking In The Eyes Of A Halo [Skephalo Fanfic]

Chapter 11 : Turning Dreams

No TW Here Either

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Cool breeze, scent of flowers, warmth with the coolness. His eyes opened to a field. Bad was confused, very. Where was he? He suddenly felt comfortable here, looking up at the sky, it was filled with stars. He couldn't help but here the crickets and a faint sound of music. Music? His head tilted as he was curious on where the music came from. He tried to listen into it.

Oh it was 'Heat Waves' by Glass Animals. He couldn't help but hum to the good music. Though he struggled in life, he was still pretty innocent on different fronts. Nobody seemed to explain the crafting table thing to him. He still was phased. He'd hit himself because he felt so much like a child. He shrugged it off, trying to hold onto the heartwarming sense he gained from around.

His humming continued as he tried to find the source of the music. He paused his humming when he saw a blanket, with a phone playing it, with Skeppy laying on the blanket looking at the stars. Bad was very much curious on this, stepping closer to the scene. He paused again when Skeppy turned his way, looking at Bad, smiling warmly.

"I didn't know you were here." Skeppy told him calmly with it welcoming Bad to the area around Skeppy. Bad gave a slight chuckle. "I really don't know how I got here." Bad told him calmly, him unable to feel stress at the new environment. Skeppy stated he related, unsure how he got here, and why he was listening to this song still. "I like this song." Bad told sitting with Skeppy. "I usually would enjoy the company of it, but lately I'm relating to much." Skeppy sighed.

Bad tilted his head, confused. This song stated a desire to someone, but unable to have them. How could Skeppy possibly relate to it. His mind reminded him of the event in the bathroom the couple days Skeppy was there. He still felt horribly sorry for making Skeppy sleep on the floor. His mind traced the kiss. The rest of his thoughts pausing. It was like him mind was at awe at it, like his mind crazed a repeat.

After the song Bad went into the forest, where he fell into a whole, screaming. He stopped his feeling like all what just happened didn't his mind flooding with the moment.

Skeppy, looking at awe at the Egg, so close to it's gripping power that Bad wanted to take over the server. He spoke out to Skeppy. They began a heated battle through words, Skeppy stating he only cared for the Egg. His mind spiraled as he remembered this was a repeat and his mind screamed fear of the loss of his friends first life.

The event came, the same shock, dread, and greif. The little spark of hate for the Egg coming and going in a matter of seconds, the burning desire for it's control over the server overpowering his thoughts now. His mind was being strangled. The pain of his friends loss holding for many silent moments, till the control of the egg came over.

This felt different from the acting he had to do in it. This was horribly different. The hands were his own, the feelings not acted out but real. He was in the eye of the Minecraft character, watching it happen. The feeling felt so horrible, worse than anything he has ever felt. What was happening, why was this happening to him.

He turned his head feeling watched and indeed he was. A red and black, smoky like spirit was walking to him. They had no seeable expression but you could feel it. The frown on their face. He heard their sounds of disapproval. He felt the tears on his cheek, from the sudden repeat of events. "You Daryll, will be given both good and bad dreams for now on, all on the same night. It will be preparing you for the bad spirits coming your way. These spirits want to see your death. I want to see your happiness." The spirit stated calmly.

"I won't be able to take it." Bad stated aware of the use of his real name. "You shall take it, you are stronger than you think." The spirit told him flatly. The spirit seemed quite sure of it. "You've been warned." It told.

With that he plunged into darkness, him waking in his bed, alone and in cold sweat. His room was cold, slowly returning to a normal temperature. His bed was cold and was doing the same thing as his room. Loneliness seeped into his soul, and his fear for what was to come. He didn't want this to be his life, but here he was. This was his life. His life really was bad.