#badboyhalo fanfiction

[miscellaneoussmp]

I can see the Forever and Bad wedding now, actually. And it goes something like this (Edit: This fic was made before January 5th 2024.):

It's decorated in black and white, straight down the middle. Those in bright smiles sit in the bright white! What a happy wedding this is! It's perfect! Those without smiles sit in the darkness. This isn't a wedding at all. It's going to end up a funeral.

Cellbit stands on Bad's side, even if he's supposed to be Forever's best man. He can't bring himself to stand in the blinding white. They aren't his friends. Those aren't their smiles. He misses their actual smiles. He wishes he could stand with them. He's wearing almost all black. This feels like a funeral.

Jaiden stands at the altar. She's the officiant. Her smile is small, and she hates the fact that she feels like she's almost forcing it. She is wearing grey, a mix of the happy couple's colors. It's a happy occasion, a wedding. Why are people crying like it's a funeral?

Foolish stands next to Cellbit. He's wearing black at Bad's request, afterall he's Bad's best man. He doesn't like that it feels like a funeral. This is his idea, but he doesn't like how sad it feels. He wishes he could stand in the white. He wishes he could pretend this is a happy wedding. He knows it's a funeral.

Pac stands next to Forever, where Cellbit is supposed to be. It's not perfect, but it's fine! He gets it! He really does! Cellbit just wants to support Bad, one of his oldest friends! His nails are digging into his palm. Why is that? Everything is fine! It's Forever's special day! His wedding! That's why he's wearing a different shade of white, to not outshine his friend. What a happy wedding!

Tina stands at the end of the aisle. She doesn't like wearing black. It's not typically her color. Mouse stands at the end of the aisle. She doesn't usually wear all black. She prefers black as an accent color. Tina is holding a wicker basket of flower petals. Mouse is holding a pillow with two rings atop it. Tina pretends not to notice the tears running down Mouse's face. Mouse pretends not to notice how Tina's smile looks so terrified. They're in the roles found at a wedding, yet they're dressed for a funeral.

Phil walks up the aisle with Bad in tow. He decided to be the one to walk their friend up the aisle. He's not used to wearing black, but he thinks it fits. He noticed how Bad hadn't talked all day. It's fine, he doesn't have to be happy. If it all goes well, this will become a funeral, not stay a wedding.

Forever stands at the altar, in front of Bad. He can't believe it! They're getting married! How perfect! It's perfect! Bad isn't smiling, though. That's okay! He'll start smiling when they're officially married! They didn't even stop the clock joke for his wedding, how rude. Jaiden's voice is really nice! He's so happy she agreed to be the officiant!

"If there is any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Etoiles stands from his seat, sword already drawn. He ignores the sound of other weapons being drawn and gasps and cries and sounds of people grabbing explosives. This wedding will become a funeral, it doesn't matter how. It's not truly a funeral if the end goal is almost like a rebirth, is it?

Quesadilla Island wedding tradition states that there should be at least one death and explosion at a wedding. Sometimes, people outdo their own traditions.

#qsmp #qsmp lore #qsmp fanfiction (sorta) #qsmp cellbit #qsmp jaiden #qsmp foolish #qsmp pac #qsmp tina #qsmp ironmouse #qsmp philza #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp forever #qsmp etoiles #q!cellbit #q!jaiden #q!foolish #q!pactw #q!tina #q!ironmouse #q!philza #q!forever #q!etoiles #this took me a good while #but im really happy with it #i seriously hope yall enjoy this

[oddlyzephyrous]

Dapper all alone in that dark submarine. Imagine the blinking lights shining on their face, his little hands gripping the controls, jaw clenched, not letting herself cry. Eyebrows knitted together, focused. She's convinced herself that this is just the easiest way to look in far away places, the submarine is convenient and quick- but he can't help but scan the ocean floor, looking for the shape of a body caught in the rocks. She can't cry. She won't. Tears would only impair their vision, emotions would only cloud his judgement. Dapper needs to be smart. He needs to be fast. He needs to find their father before it's too late. "Father's ok, he's just lost and confused, somewhere far away," they tell themself. And yet, her little eyes scan the seafloor, the shore, the treeline, the rocks, searching for the still form of an ill demon, scanning for black fabric, blue glow, dry red blood.

#qsmp #qsmp dapper #q!badboyhalo #tw death #tw drowning #oddly posting #oddly's writing #qsmp fanfiction #is it fanfiction? it's very small but i hope you like it

[wackytheorist]

In a poetic mood today but the angst and bittersweet potential of bad's corpse?

Imagine a beautiful house that you live in! Now imagine a bit further away, only barely in eye site, you never really thought about it much but now.... Imagine sitting with the flowers is the rotting corpse of your father who has been missing for 4(?) days.

You've been worried about him and he was always in your vision, hidden.

I believe BBH's corpse area doesn't smell like rot, it smells quite sweet actually, lavender disguises the odder of a corpse quite easily. There is lavender everywhere, they tends to the corpse like an open casket.

The disfigured bits due to radiation were the perfect home to fungi, mushrooms sprouted from his body. Vultures never preyed on him, they knew better than to drink "demon blood" but due to that his body was decomposing slowly.

His hands are in a fist, one stretched out and the other relaxed. His last moments were in panic after all! His eyes were ones that understood and accepted his fate, after all he knew what was to come for 6 months. They had a bit of light in them, glowing in the night when fireflies come to rest on him.

He is one with the lavenders, peacefully laying as his children continue to grief.

#qsmp #tw corpse #tw graphic #cw gore #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp writing #badboyhalo qsmo #q!bbh #q!badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #writing #qsmp headcannon #(not a fanfiction) #just a poetic descripition on how I think bads corpse looks like

[bloos-bloo]

So like I’ve been thinking a lot about Bad’s lore, especially from the stream earlier this week:

Imagine Dapper waking up in the middle of the night, the nightmares that plague her mind about the months she had to spend in the forest and at egg island. The things she had to do in order for her siblings to survive, in order for them to see their parents once again. The way she had to find comfort in the audio recordings of Bad’s voice singing ’You are my sunshine’

The idea of never hearing his voice again in person.

Imagine waking up from that to see his father gone. It’s terrifying, he’s in a new place, a place that’s not secure, a place that’s filled with new mobs, a place where he has no good protection to keep him safe. The thought of losing her dad like that, it’s horrifying.

Imagine her rushing out of bed, barely putting on her boots and checking the farms. Checking her makeshift kitchen outside. Checking the storage room downstairs. Next thing she knows, he’s climbing to the roof of her house, tears streaming down her face as she looks through her eyeglass, looking over the vast ocean, the pirate ship catching an ounce of warm orange glow as the sun crept in, waiting to see that familiar demon coming to embrace her with open arms.

And nothing, just an empty flower field. Purples and pinks. Not him, not him. As the sun appeared over the horizon, so did a figure. She nearly thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Nearly mistaking the silhouette for the crane walking by in the early morning sun.

Feeling defeated, he slowly climbed down from the roof. Suddenly, she spots movement in the corner of her eye. His head nearly giving him whiplash as his eyeglass darted towards it.

A flowing black coat trailing behind, the oh so familiar white eyes, the long elegant tail that always swished gently across the grass.

Imagine Dapper leaping for joy and feeling relieved as her anxieties melt away. Leaping towards her father’s arm.

Only for him to stare at the child. A glossy dazed look glued onto his supposedly cheerful expression. Half of his face looking like he was splashed with light blue iridescent paint with a matching backside.

Imagine the fear that sunk into her heart as he heard his father’s voice confidently speaking-

“I’m looking for my son, Dapper. Have you seen him?”

Don’t imagine the one silent tear trail down her face, her anxieties slowly being brought into fruition.

Her nightmares no longer dreams, but a slow decent into reality.

‘It’s me! Your son!’ Her hands shook as she held up her sign.

Please don’t forget me-

#qsmp dapper #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp angst #qsmp fanfiction #does this count? #bloo’s writing #I couldn’t sleep #and instead of trying I wrote this lmaooo #qsmp eggs #qsmp bbh #it’s short #but meh #it works lol #qsmp

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

so wait backreading a bit, badboyhalo is planning to make dapper the prize for his Christmas thing?? or is that a theory??

anyway in the case it's that: antoine and forever seem to be the ones who did the best so far, and while it's more likely badboy will pick forever, I can't help but imagine the scenario where Antoine and Forever have to coparent Dapper. 1) it reminds me of the Federation pairing up the spanish and english speakers at the start of qsmp 2) they both have lore around the Federation that could be fun to see pushed to interact 3) while i dont think forever has anything against antoine, antoine has a huge lack of trust towards forever ever since the elections, and the happy pills arc did not help. so forced co-parenting could be very fun

i am mostly imagining the comedy movie of regular guy and weird creature having to coparent (they both have a family they coparent a child with on the side already), with one of them absolutely not trusting the other (and its the eldricht being that doesn't trust the regular human. the regular human seems pretty ok with the eldricht being).

#qsmp #you know i feel like forever and antoine could actually use more opportunities to interact and do lore together #qsmp antoine #qsmp forever #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp dapper #god i wish i could write qsmp fanfictions just for this concept

[seriouslycalamitous]

Thinking about how Forever said that Pac would be joining him tomorrow and Fit knows about it. I’ve come up with two possible scenarios that could devastate me.

SCENARIO 1

Imagine — Pac takes the pills. He’s abnormal and it’s awful, just like Forever. He’s fighting with his own head, warring between an unnatural happiness and a devastating pain. Then, he runs into Fit. And it all stops. No more infighting, no more haze in his mind. It’s like everything has just worn off at once. Because the pills don’t have to MAKE him happy anymore. They don’t have to calm him down. He is calm. He is happy. When he’s with Fit, he has no reason NOT to be.

SCENARIO 2

We already saw how the meds influenced Forever to - for better or for worse - propose to BBH. Their relationship was rocky when they were both in their right minds, and still the drugs moved him to a place of total contentment that was enough for him to want to take such a big step.

Imagine hide duo in their place. Fit and Pac have a wonderful relationship, one that’s already perceivably on the cusp of something wonderful. Now add in the meds. Pac doesn’t have as far to spiral before he reaches the conclusion that he wants to be happy for eternity alongside Fit.

What if he gets online tomorrow and does EXACTLY what Forever did today? What if he proposes?

#already writing a fic about it #can you tell they’re destroying my life? #hideduo #qsmp fanfic #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp forever #qsmp 4halo #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pac

[coffee-scrub]

some doodles I did while procrastinating writing my fic. Basically just a bunch of concept art

link

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp fanfiction #badboyhalo #forever player #Bbh doesnt have a canon design thats just how I envisioned his tophat #4halo

[poisonous-lemonade]

HII HOW ARE YOU DOING??

Anyways I will be sending you a lot of quackity prompts because I’m a huge simp (hope you don’t mind)

But anyways

Quackity x male reader but he has a FAT CRUSH on reader but reader is completely oblivious and quackitys friends tease him but reader is STILL OBLIVIOUS ASF

Anyways I understand if u don’t wanna do it dw

A/N: Woah there Bee, take a breath, these will take a while, but they will be done

Quackity Quandary: How to Get Noticed by an Oblivious Crush

"Quackity, Jesus, man, is he that bad?" Badboyhalo asked as he sat across from him, a cup of coffee in his hand.

See, Quackity had this problem, well, his crush had this problem at just completely being oblivious to his advances, every advance shut down because he couldn't pick up on them.

"Yes, Bad, it is that bad!" Quackity groan, his face in his hands.

"He can't be that oblivious, I'm sure he has to pick up on it soon," Bad thought, giving Quackity a reassuring smile as he sipped his drink. "Besides, you're meeting up with him, right? For a date?" Quackity groaned at the reminder.

"Yeah, Bad, that's the problem, Y/n, he-"

"Y/N thinks that Quackity just wants to hang out with him and doesn't see it as a date." Skeppy laughed from next to Bad, causing Quackity to roll his eyes with a loud groan.

"Oh! Well, I, I guess that's not good, but I'm sure it'll turn out fine!" Bad stumbled over his words with a small nervous smile.

"Yeah, but Quackity is too pussy to do anything about it," Sapnap said, walking in from the kitchen.

"Hey! Language-"

"Besides, Y/N thinks that you're just teasing him, you know, playfully flirting with him." Sapnap pointed down, sitting down next to Quackity, ignoring Bad's light scolding.

"But how can I get that to stop!?"

"You don't, you just learn to deal with it and move on." Skeppy shrugs, stealing a glance at Sapnap. "Or, you could-"

"Just tell him." Sapnap finished Skeppy's thought before both burst out laughing.

"Hey! Come on guys! Don't be so rude!" Bad scolds with a small scoff, reaching to hold Quackity's hand. "Ignore them, I'm sure he can't be as bad as you say."

"Oh, he is! Remember that one time!?" Skeppy playfully teased with his laughter. "It was so funny, Quackity and Y/N were just "hanging out" and then Quackity-"

"Hugged him and Y/N just said, "Stop hugging me, I'm trying to pick out George's birthday present"?!" Sapnap finished, both continuing to laugh painfully as Quackity's face turned red.

"You said you wouldn't bring that up! And you told Skeppy?!" Quackity groaned, Bad also trying to hold back his laughter and be a good friend.

"I'm sure that was just a one-time thing, I'm sure it was just really close to George's birthday and-"

"Bad, just stop, please." Quackity cut him off with a deep sigh, fixing his beanie subconsciously. "It wasn't-"

"2 months, actually," Skeppy spoke up through laughter, causing Bad to stifle his laugh more harshly this time.

"Oh, well, that, uh, that's-" Bad let out a small huff of a laugh, covering his mouth before continuing to laugh. "I-I'm so, so sorry, that's just-" Bad cut himself off as he continued to stifle his laughter.

"Bad! Come on! Help me, man!" Quackity groaned. "God! Why does he have to be so, so him!?" Quackity stood up from the couch, walking out of the house as his friends still laughed, although it had died down a little. "Forgot this, I'm leaving."

"Wait, Quackity! Come back! We still need to talk about the time you fumbled to bag so hard!" Sapnap laughed before he was cut off by Quackity slamming the front door shut.

He was sure if it wasn't him in this situation, he would laugh too, but it was him so he couldn't help but feel a bit of playful betrayal, it was the only way he could describe it. So he sighed, picking up his pride as he walked home, his ride was Sapnap but there wasn't any way he was riding home with him now. But God he wishes he did.

"Quackity?" A voice said with a confused brow raised. He stopped and looked up from his pity party to catch the eyes of you with his.

"Y/N?" He asked, almost frozen in shock before shaking himself out of it. "What, what are you doing? Walking, I mean?"

"Well, Bad texted me, said to come over to his because you needed to tell me something? Did something happen in between that time?"

"Bad texted you!?" He asked with a small but quite sharp breath. "When!?" He asked.

"Um, not long ago, like 20 minutes?" You said with a small shrug, walking closer to Quackity. "I'm guessing it didn't work out then?" Quackity sighed and shook his head.

"No, no, I guess, you, you are right." He said, cursing internally as he finished his words. "I should get going, I need to get home."

"Well let me walk you, I really only came over because of you so I might as well walk you home." And there was your stupid way of talking about him like you loved him.

"No, no, it's fine, I'm sure Bad is still waiting for you."

"He can wait, I want to make sure you make it home safe." You had a way with words that Quackity couldn't describe and it physically hurt him trying too.

"No, Y/N, it's fine, I got this," Quackity said, shaking his head and walking around you, a bright blush filling his cheeks as he continued to walk away.

In all honestly, he wasn't expecting much or anything at all, but it just had to be you, it had to be you he ran into, it always lead back to you, and like everything else, you had to have the last words.

"Alright, I love you, text me when you make it home safe."

Quackity paused at Y/N's words, snapping his head around to see that you were already walking away like those words did not just leave your mouth. Was it always that easy? What the fuck!?

#fanfiction #writing #imagines #dsmp x reader #dsmp quackity #dsmp fanfic #dsmp x male reader #skeppy #badboyhalo #sapnap #Toxic_Lemon.original

[callm3-q]

 Surveying My Every Motion

to @tiger-willow

WIP, Surveyduo, whatever you want it to be rn

It comes to no surprise to anyone when it’s said that Bad’s a special guest, it’s so painfully obverse to the average eye. For example…

Prison event

Every other day

When it comes to making demands

Basically everything

So yeah, no big surprise. What was a was a surprise was just how much of a special guest Bad was.

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Bad was just minding his business, just napping in the middle of a field while he got some mental coffee to be able to make it through the day. So the normal. Then, per usual, Cucurucho showed up. He just stood there, at least for 5 minutes, then 5 turned to 10, and 10 to 20.

Bad woke up slowly, still drowsy and still visibly tired.

Hello, what are you doing?

AHHHHHHHH, WHAT THE FFFFFFFUDGE

Hahaha Hahaha

NO, NO ‘Haha’ NO

Hahaha

Mrmmmmmm Grumble grumble grumble

What are you doing?

I was sleeping, and sitting in this very much once peaceful field… Until you showed up

Hahaha

Bad let himself relax a bit, letting out a sigh. He rolled his eyes before turning to walk away, very much awake now.

What are you doing?

What are You doing

Hahaha

Hahaha, that was sooooo funny wasn’t it

Bad was obviously not in the mood, not for anything, no questions, no banter, no hanging out. He just wanted to be alone.

Ok, why are you following me

Hahaha

Bad was was now vey visibly angry, bitting back a snarky comment. Eyes squinted in anger, rolling his eyes, despite how emptily white they were, the eye roll was still surprisingly visible.

Bad just turned around, and attempted to walk away again. Tried and failed, only hearing the wind blowing in the field, the grass, and footsteps following closely behind him.

Still biting back all the sarcastic comments, he continued to walk, occasionally starting to walk faster, just out of pure rage.

What do you want from me?! Can’t you just leave me alone, I’m in no mood to deal with this!

…Hahaha, follow me!

… Ugh…

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What do you want, and why are we at my house… I thought I made it very clear that I’m not in the mood.

Hahaha

…Mmmm….

Follow me

…Fine… but if your planing to kidnap me then just do it now, I’ve got nothing better to do

Hahaha

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What did you wann- What?…

Hahaha

Why is… all this here?

Hahaha -Cucurucho paused as he started writing in a book, his classic fancy, basically calligraphy writing.

‘I WILL BE STAYING HERE FOR THE TIME BEING’

What?

Hahaha

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Just make yourself at home...?… I guess

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As the next couple of days passed Bad had gotten somewhat used to having Cucurucho as his roommate. Then one day, he wasn’t there. He was usually always there, just being him, a weirdo, but him.

And Bad being Bad, assumed the worst. So, assuming that Cucurucho didn’t want to be his roommate anymore, he was sad. An unusual amount of sad, considering there just roommates, and it’s ok that he wanted to leave, but it still stung a bit more than he would’ve liked it to.

#badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #qsmp #qsmp shipping #qsmp au #surveyduo #qsmp surveyduo #cucuhalo #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp fanfic #qsmp fanfiction #halorucho

[dappersautismcreature]

mushroom stew

characters: Bad, Cellbit

tws: cannibalism, violence, gore, slavery/indentured servitude, child solider(ish), death of many npcs, spiders

Bad stretched and yawned as he strode out onto the field— he looked over his opponents for the games.

Nobody looked particularly dangerous. Most of them were young, 18-25 looking, with tough faces and plain clothes. That was pretty usual for the games. People joined or were forced to join by a company or a slavers crew, either for their own money, or someone else’s money. Bad had almost never met someone who was there purely by choice, they could say they were, but the unbearable hunger in their eyes gave them away. Life spent drifting from PvP server to PvP server was wretched, and poor. People needed to hope for more— the games gave them that. 

But there was a price— Bad grimaced as he did another pass of examining his enemies— the first fifty of these people to die would be perma-killed. Forty-five would be stuck in limbo for anywhere from a couple days to a month, depending on how long it took between the time they died and the game’s end. Only the last five could come out alive— and only the winner would be blessed to erase all his wounds. Bad had met people on these fields with limps, with twisted spines, and burns, broken fingers, and missing limbs, eyepatches. Bad himself sported almost a dozen deep scars on his torso and neck and face. In his early days he’d been stuck in limbo for almost three weeks. Now though, after a few decades of practice— he was confident in his ability to come in the top five. Now he could actually fulfill his purpose, the reason he was here.

Snow crunched under a hundred bodies, everyone held their breaths. Silence was mandatory before the start. The horns sounded— and Bad had never felt so alive. He took in a deep breath, letting time slow, and watched as people around him scattered. Boots skidded on icy ground, there were yells, cries of terror. Bad blinked, coiling his muscles, and leaped from his position. His feet thudded against snow, he lengthened his stride, running and running. 

A body slammed into him, small, compact. Bad fell straight on his ass, hissing. The demon sprang to his feet, hands clutching his wooden ax. “Who dares.” He growled, tail curling up like a scorpion’s. The air fizzled, his Thor’s Curse reacting to the sudden threat. 

“I-I-” a kid gasped. His voice was thin, and young. He was still on his back, scattered snow and mud all around him. The young human’s curly brown hair hung around his face, covering his ears completely. He was ragged and boney. Stark blue eyes wide and rimmed with exhaustion. Barely a wisp of peach fuzz graced his chin and upper lip. 

Bad’s posture relaxed slightly. The demon knew what he had to do. He grabbed the kid by the wrist and hauled him to his feet. Then the demon began to run again. “I’m Bad.” He said between breaths. “My name is Bad.”

The kid could barely keep up, stumbling over himself. Eventually he seemed to find his feet, and his breath. “Cellbit.”

They slowed down when they reached the outskirts of the swamp. Bad took his ax and felled a tree, while Cellbit gathered mushrooms. Both of them worked with ruthless efficiency— and Bad was calmed by the fact that at least this wasn’t the kids first game. Somewhat friendly people ran by, calling his name in recognition. But a few called Cellbit’s. Bad’s ear flattened against his head, ok, definitely not this kid’s first game. How old was he? The demon held his ax out to anyone who got too close, tail lashing. He made it clear, this kid was his team now. 

“Stone swords?” Cellbit asked once they had a good supply of mushrooms and wood tucked into their backpacks. Bad nodded, and followed him to a cliffside. He quickly made himself a wooden pickaxe, and got just enough stone to craft a stone sword. He could hear Cellbit working next to him. 

When he looked up, another player was in front of him, staring wildly at him over his crafting table. Flames licked their limbs, and they had glowing red eyes. They looked hungry. Bad stared back, gripping the handle of his new sword. “Cellbit?” He called.

“Yeah?” The kid called back.

“I’m going to kill this guy, I’ll be right back.” He lunged at the player, hearing a faint confirmation from Cellbit. His opponent desperately held up his wooden sword, parrying Bad’s first blow. But the demon was too fast for him, stabbing underneath his defense and sliding his sword clean into the other’s ribs. The player’s red eyes widened, and he sank to his knees, mouthing something that Bad couldn’t understand. The demon stepped back, his sword was yanked from the body with a slick noise. Blood fell on the grass. 

As he walked back over to Cellbit something nagged at him, the way that player had stared— he hadn’t fought back. Maybe he knew him, maybe he knew of him. Dread sank in his stomach but he shook his head and turned to the kid. 

“There’s a guy over there, in a ditch.” Cellbit said, eyes stony. He was clutching his new stone sword with one hand, and with the other he pointed. “Let’s go kill him.” 

Bad’s breath stuck in his throat, but he nodded and the two crept over. The demon gave the go-ahead to the kid— time to see how he came this far in the games. Time to see what he could do. 

The kid leaped over the side of the ditch, sword held low and out. “Die!” He screamed, stabbing it into his opponent's stomach. The player fell without a sound. Bad watched as Cellbit twisted the sword deeper and lunged forward to bite into the dead body’s throat. Blood sprayed across the kid’s cheeks and he tore up, stripping flesh from where the neck met the torso up to the jaw. Cellbit raised his head to meet Bad’s eyes, and the demon shivered. The hunger in them— stronger than he’d ever seen. 

The kid did not break eye contact, as one hand left the sword’s handle, and shoved the hanging strip of gore into his mouth. Blood still fountained out of the hole in the body’s neck, bubbling and spilling into the mud. Bad looked away as Cellbit went for one more bite. This kid was muffined. 

A few moments later Cellbit met him at the top of the ditch— with his sleeve the kid wiped dripping blood from his chin. Then he took his fingernail and picked at his teeth, all the while watching the demon in front of him. Bad had at least three feet’s height on the shrimp, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t intimidated. 

“Well done.” Bad spat out. It wasn’t near the worst thing he’d seen here, but it was close. Still, time to put his mind back to the games. “Nice kill. Let’s go find a ravine.”

They found one a couple hundred meters away, Bad dropped down and killed the player hiding in it. The ravine was all theirs. Time to get some iron. Bad mined some of the more open veins, then set up a furnace. While he was stationary he brought out some of the mushrooms and began to make soup. Cellbit returned with more iron, and together they crouched in the corner and waited. Bad leaned against the stone walls and stared at the sky. Cellbit awkwardly checked and rechecked the furnaces. 

“So how old are you kid, hm?” Bad asked in the quiet. “Don’t lie to me, I can smell when you do.” 

“I don’t believe you.” Cellbit snorted. But he still answered the question truthfully. “I’m fifteen.” Now that he was talking more, Bad could hear an accent in his speech. 

“You company?” Bad asked, tail flicking lazily. 

“No, why? You company?” Cellbit grinned, showing his teeth.

Bad rolled his eyes. “Nope, just curious. Slavers then? You get snatched? Slavers are scum, but slavers who take kids are worse.” 

Cellbit was quiet, staring into the coals of the furnace. “Worse than scum. Yeah.” He shifted to curl tighter up into himself. 

Bad allowed himself to close his eyes for a second. A fifteen year old who was experienced in the games, kidnapped and entered into them by slavers. Muffins. He had to get Cellbit out of here. “And your curse? You really chose Cannibal, you know what that can do to a person? Why not Stomper? Something safer?”

“I didn’t choose.” Cellbit growled, baring his teeth again. “Shut up Thor.”

Bad thudded his head against the wall and laughed coldly. He was going to find these slavers and tear them to bits. “Do you wanna know why I’m here then?” He offered an apology.

“No.” 

“Okay.” Bad stared up at the blue sky, watching for enemies. He turned to the furnaces to check on things, musing over calculations in his head. They’d probably have enough now. He made himself an iron sword and some armor. 

“Guy up there!” Cellbit shouted quietly to him. 

Bad’s head shot up. “Oh snap!” He held his sword up, spotting the guy crouching over the edge of the ravine. “Don’t come down here!” The demon called, showing his teeth and swinging his sword. 

Cellbit quickly crafted himself iron gear and jumped up on top of the furnaces. “I’m full iron!” He cried defiantly— despite definitely not being full iron. 

Bad’s eyes caught sight of the white ball in the player’s hands, but before he could call out Cellbit had already seen it. “Switcher!” The kid cried, backing up. Bad also retreated, staying out of sight under some rock. The two of them crouched down, waiting for the enemy to make a move. 

Another player fell down, landing on some rock’s above them. They cried out as they took damage from the fall, still raising their sword. They were no match for Cellbit who lunged at them and sunk his sword into their stomach. The player’s dead body fell with a sickly sound at the bottom of the ravine. 

Bad raised his head at the death message, realizing that over half of the players were now dead. No more permadeaths from now on. Deep down he breathed a sigh of relief. Up above them, another player ran away. Bad shook himself. “I forgot I was a Thor!” He laughed, raising his ax and sending lightning down to strike them. He missed. 

Cellbit handed Bad an iron chestplate as he watched for more opponents, ax still raised to the sky. Lightning thrummed through him and he whooped. His hair stood on end, he felt unbeatable. “We’re going to dominate this game kid!” The demon grinned. Cellbit handed him iron pants and shook his head in disbelief. 

Bad continued to send lightning towards anyone who got close to their ravine. Soon they were ready to leave. They both quickly ate some mushroom stew, then towered up quickly to the top. 

The sun was setting, and they ran through the darkening swamp. Using their compasses, they looked for more people to kill. “Over here!” Cellbit called. “There’s one of the people that tried to get into the ravine earlier!” He ran off. 

Bad followed, pulling out his sword in one hand, compass in the other. 

“They are going to pay for that!” Cellbit cried darkly, letting out a fake evil laugh. Bad snickered. They lost sight of the player a few times, but eventually found him again, they got closer and closer. 

Cellbit was right on their tail. “Come back here!” He snarled. 

“I’ll cut him off!” Bad called as they turned. He dove around a pond and a tree, readying his sword as he closed in on their victim. The player turned towards him, a few seconds too late, as Bad slashed them across the chest. Cellbit got in a good hit on their shoulder, making them stagger away. Bad chased, slashing twice through their back. But the player was fast, and gained ground, getting out of the demon’s reach. 

They lost sight of him going around a ravine, but they kept up the trail. Bad met up with Cellbit and the two of them ran hard, keeping the same breakneck pace. Eventually Bad had to stop, bending over with his hands on his knees. Curse these old lungs. He gasped. Shouldn’t have smoked so much in his early days. “You got this!” He called to the kid, who was still sprinting ahead of him. After a second’s rest Bad ran after them. The chase wasn’t over.

They burst out of the trees, and back onto the snowy plains. Bad caught sight of Cellbit once again. The kid was booking it across the flat space, closing in on their target. Bad grinned as he saw Cellbit work to curve the frantic player back towards him. They met soon enough, sandwiching them between the two. Bad swung and missed.

“How did you miss it!” The kid growled, running past him. Bad rolled his eyes and gave one last burst of speed. He got ahead of Cellbit, and with one swift brutal slash to the back of the neck, he severed the player’s spine. They fell face-first into the snow, head twisted unnaturally. Cellbit pounced on their backpack, looting it quickly. 

“Nice one.” The kid panted, shoveling containers of mushroom stew into his own backpack. He sat back on his haunches, staining his pants red with bloody snow.

“You too, you too.” Bad hunched over again, breathing deep. “C’mon let’s go.” He hauled Cellbit to his feet, the two of them took up a steady jog once again. 

They found the next player on the edge of a ravine, Cellbit got the first few hits with his sword. Then they were chasing again. The player tried to double back after crossing another ravine, getting a good hit on Bad. The demon fell back. 

Cellbit growled and body slammed the enemy into the deep hole. The kid leaned over the side. “They survived!” Bad joined him at the edge and peered down. A moment later they saw the player’s death message. Bad met Cellbit’s eyes, and then they both turned back to the ravine.

“Must be a team down there.” Bad grit his teeth. He saw movement, at least two people.

“There’s water over here!” Cellbit called from one end of the ravine. “C’mon!”  

“Cannonball!” Bad jumped down first before the hotheaded kid could, landing perfectly in the small cave pool. Cellbit landed behind him. Both of them were soaked up to their knees now. They advanced. The remains of a mineshaft lined the sides of the ravine, cobwebs and oak plank supports. They scrambled over collapsed rocks.

“They’re dying to the spiders!” Cellbit laughed, jumping over the last pile of stone and leaping towards the players. 

Bad caught sight of one of them running for cover, a giant cave spider right on their tail. When the two of them caught up, the players had squeezed themselves into a hole and sealed it off with cobblestone. 

“Look at them!” Cellbit cackled. “They buried themselves with the spider!” The kid was loose and happy, seemingly in his element. He swung his sword lazily in arcs. 

“That’s- yeah that’s not a good idea.” Bad laughed, bringing out his pickaxe and smoothly tearing into the rock. Cellbit joined him.

“Careful Cell-” Bad called. Suddenly the players spilled out of their hiding spot, getting two good solid hits on the kids shoulder and chest. Bad stepped back and was caught off guard as two thick fangs sunk into his calf. “Go away!” He growled, stabbing his sword straight into its skull. He turned back to see Cellbit holding his own against only one of the player’s. The other had retreated back into the hiding spot. 

From the side he surprised the one attacking his kid by stabbing his sword deep into their ribs. Seeing their friend being double teamed, the other sprung back out and both focused on Cellbit. 

“Die!” Bad snarled, slashing at both of them from behind them as Cellbit was backed into the wall. Bad managed to sink his sword into the first player’s stomach, ripping it out brutally, almost cutting them in half. The body fell, glancing off of the demon on its way down. Bad felt gore slide down his iron chestplate. 

“Help!” Cellbit cried, blood dripping down his face. The remaining enemy had him pinned against the stone, their blade plunged deep into his shoulder. His sword had been knocked from his hand, and was now a few meters away from his straining hand. The kid kicked at his enemy desperately. 

Bad slammed into the player with his shoulder, throwing them off balance and allowing Cellbit to fall away and scramble for his sword on the stone floor. The demon snarled as the player turned to lunge at him. Bad twisted, letting the blade slash through his shirt and ribs. He spun and slashed his opponent across the chest. The player fell back and returned the hit. 

Cellbit came in and slammed the flat of his sword against the back of their knee. They buckled and swung their blade around to meet Cellbit’s iron as the kid blocked. Rising back to two feet, the player pushed down, trying to overpower him. Bad stabbed them in the shoulder, making them twist as the demon drove the sword into an oak pole, pinning them there. 

“Just die!” Cellbit finished them off by driving his sword through the middle of their throat. Bad met the player’s eyes as they went dim. Blood gushed out to fully coat Cellbit’s blade, spilling down the body’s chest and onto the dusty stone. 

Cellbit staggered to the side, leaning heavily against the wall. “Holy shit, that was close.” He gasped, hand reaching up to the cuts on the side of his torso. He winced. 

Bad yanked the sword out of the body’s neck. It slumped against him on its way down and he kicked it to the side with his knee. “Good fight kid.” He handed Cellbit his sword back. He wiped his own sword off on the body’s clothes. The demon stayed alert. “Stupid spiders.” He growled, keeping his eyes peeled for more. “Must be a spawner somewhere.”

Cellbit just nodded, exhausted. He started rooting through the backpacks, pulling out a few iron ingots and some sponge. “Must’ve been a Launcher.” He murmured. 

“Oh! You wanna use those to get out of here?” Bad asked, scooping a few from his hand.

“Can we?” Cellbit asked, hesitant. “I thought it was just Launchers.”

“Yeah.” Bad nodded. “If you take them from a Launcher you can use them yourself.” He started placing them on the ground. 

“Oh.” Cellbit watched him. The kid cried out as a spider leapt onto him and sunk its fangs into his upper arm. “Shit! Spider!” 

Bad stabbed it through the abdomen, knocking it off of him. Cellbit staggered away, biting his lip to keep from crying. This was clearly getting to be too much for him. The demon reached out to pat the kid gently on the back. Then Bad kept stacking the sponges, and climbed up the rocks.

“Wish me luck.” He said, then jumped onto the top sponge. “If I die-” the demon shot upwards, flying over the top of the ravine and crashing to the ground up above. “Ouch.” He grumbled, sitting up and leaning over to see if Cellbit was coming.

“Ah! I hate spiders!” He heard the kid cry out— voice cracking— before he too was sent flying. Bad just stood back as Cellbit also crashed into the grassy mud. “That was cool.” The kid groaned, lifting himself off the ground. Bad laughed. Cellbit laughed back, near hysterical. They were both absolutely done with things. 

They found a place to take shelter for the rest of the night and heal. Bad helped Cellbit dress his wounds, and taught him to use swamp lily for cave spider poison. Then the demon started a fire and cooked up some warm mushroom stew. Cellbit had set out his bed roll against a huge log, and was curled up against it. His thin blanket was draped over his shoulder and tucked under his chin. Bad wouldn’t be surprised if the kid fell asleep before dinner was ready. 

Tomorrow was the Feast, when a big supply drop would happen. Whoever got this drop was almost sure to win, Bad was humming with tension,even though the drop was at least 7 hours out. He wasn’t sure of the exact time, as nobody carried clocks on them, but his idea would improve once the sun began to rise. The kid could sleep, Bad would keep watch. He didn’t need as much sleep. 

The mushroom stew didn’t take long, Bad ladled a portion each into the two bowls he always carried with him. He crawled over to Cellbit’s still form, gently tapping his shoulder twice with the tip of his tail. The kid was awake after the first, a hand darting out— fast as a snake— to grab the tail tight in one fist. 

Bad grimaced and smiled. “Just me.” He whispered. Cellbit let go. “Before you go to bed, eat some stew, drink some water. Please.” He handed the kid his bowl, and crawled back to his spot— on the other side of the fire. 

Cellbit sat up slowly, no doubt his entire body was sore. He took his spoon from his pack and shoveled bite after bite into his mouth. They were all used to mushroom stew, the same two edible mushrooms that spawned in the swamps were always there, always quick to take and eat. But Cellbit’s eyes lit up at the taste of Bad’s stew. The demon knew how to make those knobby, nasty mushrooms taste somewhat decent. “Thank you.” The soft accented whisper was barely heard over the fire. But Bad appreciated it, and bobbed his head in acknowledgment. 

After soup was eaten, and water drunk, Cellbit turned back over on his bedroll. The kid had one hand on his iron sword, which he held down by his side. His other arm made a makeshift pillow against his face. 

Bad pretended like he didn’t watch as slowly, Cellbit allowed himself to let his guard down, and sleep. The demon wondered just how often the kid had slept during these games— if he’d ever slept on these fields. Bad certainly hadn’t, even in his many rounds. Only six-ish more hours until the sun rose, and they’d pack up, head out for the Feast. Bad leaned back against his tree, and kept his ears perked for movement. They’d set up camp in between the swamp and the snowy plain, tucked in a ditch with a log and a few small trees. There was cover for them, but not much beyond that, several dozen meters of empty ground were their best protection. 

He was used to this— running scenarios through his head the night before a Feast. By his estimation there should be less than a fourth of the original number of players. If he was going on averages, the number was more like ten to fifteen. Bad squinted at the leaves over his head. Most people who survived this long probably had a teammate, at least one. So they could probably expect six to ten teams to also be after the Feast, maybe minus a few because of distance or reluctance. There were always a few people who just hunkered down and hid until the Pit. A shiver went up Bad’s spine, the amount of times he’d died in that Pit ran through his mind. Death after death after death, his hands scrabbling at the stone. The worst part was always knowing he was so close. 

Bad let out a small scream as he felt teeth gouge into his upper arm. His other hand came up to press back against the forehead of Cellbit. The kid’s fangs were fully dug into his flesh and Bad winced as they tugged the wound wider. “Cellbit!” His eyes were fully narrowed into slits, shiny and hungry and violent. Bad shoved again, shaking his shoulder in another attempt to dislodge the grip. Blood shone on Cellbit’s chin as he only dug in deeper. “Cellbit stop! Please.” Bad hissed louder. “I don’t want to hurt you.” The kid did not let go.

Bad grit his teeth and with his free hand reached to where Cellbit’s jaw hinged. Pressing down with a firm thumb, he worked at the joint until the pressure caused pain. Cellbit yelped and his grip on the demon loosened. Bad slipped away, leaping over the fire and on top of the log. His tail was curled up over his back in a defensive position. 

Cellbit stayed frozen, teeth snapping shut with a click. He opened his mouth again, and shut it again. Then repeated the action a few more times. His eyes were still, empty hungry slits. He turned his head to stare at the demon on the log. 

Bad shook his head and sat back, gripping the bite mark and wiping the blood away. “Kid, it’s too late at night to do this please.” He swung his legs back and forth. “Wait until morning?” He spoke softly and calmly, not letting fear into his heart. As far as he knew it was the only way to calm the Cannibal Curse, to show it no fear, and hopefully no more blood. 

Cellbit stayed still, only his chest moving up and down in slow, steady breaths. Bad crept down from the log, reaching into his backpack to retrieve some bandages. The kid’s eyes watched his every movement. Bad kept talking calmly to him, telling him about the ingredients in the stew, and where they were, and how very very chill he was right now. Yep, Bad was not creeped out by this at all. It definitely wasn’t disturbing to see a Cursed kid staring into his soul with the demon’s own blood staining his teeth. Bad cleaned the bite wound and wrapped bandages around his upper arm. When that was settled he sat down where he was, only a meter from the kid.

Cellbit was crouched in the dirt. His hair was wild, mussed from sleep. Somehow his eyes had gotten crazier than his normal. Bad stared back at him, blinking slowly. Seconds passed, then minutes, and finally after about half an hour Cellbit was settled and awake. The kid groggily stared at the fresh dressing on Bad’s arm. His hand slowly rose to his mouth, and he twisted his body to sit back down on his butt. With dirty hands he wiped the sticky dark red blood from his lips— again, again, again he wiped. He couldn’t get clean, and he was frantic for it. Frantic for the demon’s blood to never have been spilt by him.

Bad wilted with sympathy, and handed the kid his water bottle. “It’s ok, I’m not mad, you do what you have to Cellbit.” Bad scooted over to sit next to him.

The wild haired kid laughed. “Never had someone have that reaction to me trying to eat them.” He took a big swig of water and spat it out. 

Bad smirked. “Never had someone try to eat me before. There’s a reason why people don’t choose the Cannibal Curse.” 

Cellbit’s cracked smile morphed into a sour frown. “Yeah.” He murmured.

“Hey.” Bad flicked his tail. “Once you’re out of here, you’ll be free, okay?” 

“Sure.” Cellbit growled. 

“I mean it, you point me at em and I’ll rip those bastards to shreds. You’ll never have to see this place again.” Bad clenched the dirt beneath him in his clawed hands. 

Cellbit leaned into his side, the kid’s head smashing against his heart. “I don’t know if I want to believe you.” He mumbled, then yawned. 

The demon was stiff with shock. The kid— besides the time just now when he’d tried to eat him— had never even brushed up against him. Muffins, had he like, imprinted on him or something? He didn’t know how kids worked! 

Bad patted Cellbit’s head awkwardly, cooing noises coming from somewhere deep within him. His fingertips brushed up against something hidden within the kid’s wild hair, two somethings actually. They were ears, two small, fluffy cat ears. Perched where Bad had expected human ears should be. The demon froze again, was this kid seriously also a cat hybrid? Bad looked up at the sky and cursed the universe for sending him the cutest little murder-muffin child ever. Cellbit fell asleep like that, and Bad could swear he started purring. 

When the sun rose, Bad was deep in meditation. His legs had long since fallen asleep but he didn’t dare move and disturb the sleeping cat hybrid. But as the birds started chirping, Cellbit blinked himself awake. The kid sprang away from Bad, embarrassed. Smoothly— the demon just ignored him and stood up to stretch. 

“Time to get going for the Feast.” Bad murmured, doing a quick survey of the fields around them. No players in sight, good. They were a good 1000 blocks out from where the drop would be, they needed to leave, now. Bad had his things packed up in a minute, and Cellbit was right behind him. The kid was oddly cheery given the circumstances, but Bad just accepted it. The games made everyone a little weird, even if that weirdness was being a morning person. 

The two of them trekked towards the coords, alert for danger. Their compasses pointed to people ahead of them, at least a couple. Bad readied his sword and advanced— Cellbit was about three meters back and at 4 o’clock, flanking him. The players came into view, one dashing by and the other ahead, in full iron. 

Bad signaled for them to focus the fully armored player first, they were the most dangerous. Cellbit nodded in agreement, and they crept up towards them. A lava pool sat to their right, and Bad circled around it, hoping to catch the player off-guard and knock him into it. Unfortunately they saw him. When the demon lunged, they met him with equal force, exchanging blow after blow. Cellbit came up behind both of them and body slammed the player into a nearby ditch. They scrambled to their feet and took off running. Bad and Cellbit took up the chase. 

Horns sounded, nearly knocking Bad off balance. He stopped running. Cellbit skidded to a halt next to him. “The Feast!” The kid cried, spinning around. The two of them focused on a thin beacon in the near distance, announcing the location of the large supply drop. 

“Let’s go! Go go go!” Bad shouted, sprinting off towards it. Cellbit whooped and followed. They dashed towards it, anxiety building the longer they were away from it. The horns meant that there was 40 seconds until it dropped, hopefully just enough time to get there— and kill anyone guarding it. 

Cellbit passed by Bad, terror spurring him onward. “There’s a full iron!” He called back once he reached the lip of a large circle of cleared terrain. The ground below was pure stone, inorganically dug out just for the Feast. Cellbit paused, staring down at it.

“Let’s get them!” Bad cried, running straight up to him and leaping down without hesitating. The two attacked the full iron player viciously, Cellbit taking on the bulk of the attack. The kid swung his sword over and over again, clashing against his opponent's iron chestplate. Bad helped him at his flank, getting in a few good hits before he was hit from behind.

A wildcat dragged him off his feet, sinking its claws into his shoulders. Bad twisted and stabbed wildly at it. “A Chameleon!” He cried out a warning to Cellbit as the wildcat shifted back into a player and ran off towards the middle of the circle. Bad ran after it, running directly into Cellbit’s fight. He took his chance and cut through the full iron player— wedging his sword in the slot by his armpit, shoving up and through the important artery there. Blood spurted around the iron blade as Bad uncaringly dragged it back out and the body collapsed. 

In just a split second Bad glanced up at the tower above them— made of spindly oak planks. Muffins, a player tower. He brought up his ax, calling a warning to Cellbit. Thunder shook his heart as he called down lightning— directly to the top of the tower. The wood was burnt almost immediately to a crisp, showering debris down on the both of them. 

Another lightning strike landed just a meter from him— and suddenly the Feast was here. A player jumped down and landed brokenly on one of the chests— desperate for anything. Cellbit dispatched him swiftly with a calculated slash to the throat. “He’s dead!” The kid called, giddy. 

Bad opened the closest chest to him and snatched the diamond sword within. As he was scavenging Cellbit called out warning him. Bad turned around to see another desperate player attempting to open another chest, Cellbit chased him off with a couple of well placed hits. It was a mad frenzy. As Bad took a second to watch, he saw another player run up out of the corner of his eye. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Bad yelled, lunging and slamming the butt of his new diamond sword into the side of their helmetless head. The body crumpled immediately. Bad stepped over it to run and help Cellbit with one of his fights. But the kid had his teeth sunk in— and the player dead— by the time Bad arrived. They turned back without a word to the Feast.

Quickly they looted. Like deer, looking up every other second. Bad slipped on some diamond boots and gathered precious health potions into his backpack. The demon grinned as Cellbit slipped on a diamond chestplate. 

“I need boots!” The kid called and Bad spun, looking over the dead bodies around them. 

“That guy has boots.” He said, gesturing to the full iron player he had finished off earlier.

“Look out,” Cellbit warned, rushing over to yank the boots off of the dead player. “There’s a guy up there.”

Bad looked up and sure enough, on the lip of the circle was yet another player. This one waited, and watched. Bad switched between watching them, and the other player, who’d slowly been towering above them still. The demon shifted on his feet, anxiously holding his ax. With a cry he called lightning to hit the tower once more— another miss, more burnt wood and splinters. 

Cellbit and Bad stood back to back, ready, waiting. The demon aligned himself with the tower, and called down yet another strike. His teeth tasted weird in the back of his mouth, and he could see faint spots in his eyesight. But Bad felt on top of the world. “Die!” He cried, sending another, then another, until the tower exploded violently.

“Woah!” Cellbit shouted from behind him, the kid turned to stare.

Somehow the player was still alive. Not for long, if Bad and his undefeatable lightning had anything to say about it. The demon waited, aligning himself perfectly this time. “Die die die!” He laughed, lightning struck once more, and the player’s body slammed to the ground. 

“Nice one!” Cellbit called. Bad turned back to the Feast, ready for more. 

“Let’s clear these out.” Bad instructed, digging into the chests. Cellbit lay his chestplate on the enchantment table in the middle. Mere seconds passed. 

“Watch out! Behind us!” Bad jumped over the chests and sprinted towards a player who was headed their way. He hit them once, a slash deep in the shoulder, and they turned away. Bad returned to Cellbit, not wanting to lose anything good in the Feast. 

They stayed like that for a bit more, anxiously scaring off other players. They were gathering like hungry ravens around a kill, eyes dark. Bad and Cellbit burned any remaining items, and exploded the chests, before heading out once again. On their way they added yet another player kill to their list. Bad had lost count at this point. 

The sun had risen on a cloudy day in the snowy plains. Their breath turned to wisps of fog, and the wind nipped at their faces. Distantly small songbirds sang in the bushes, but nearby it was silent, scared. Bad pulled out his compass, looking for their next targets. They headed towards the swamp once more. 

But the demon’s compass pointed down, deep down. So they dug down as carefully as they could, passing by a spider spawner on their way. It was good for gaining levels, so they camped it and each enchanted their swords. 

Eventually they were met with an underground ravine, and spotted the player they had been searching for. Bad pulled out his tnt and raised an eyebrow to Cellbit. Cellbit stared back at him and then nodded once. The demon snickered, and placed it right above the player's head. He was lost in it now, as Thor Curse’s said, he was lightning sick. Bad lit the tnt with his flint and steel and backed up. The first missed, so he placed another, then another. And finally, their enemy was dead. 

Embarrassingly, on their way out— they got lost. The cave tunnels were winding and dark, with random torches placed by the player they had just killed. The two bickered and complained. It was a whole hour before they were finally out again. Rain was falling lightly on the swamp grass, but dark clouds and rumbles on the horizon forecasted a big storm. 

They searched for loners in the swamp, using their compasses and hefting their backpacks over their heads to keep dry. Cellbit’s ears kept flickering in annoyance at the wetness. Bad had such an urge to tease him about it— but something told him he’d be bitten again for that. 

A lone player they found was trying to hide in a small hole. Cellbit quickly finished them off out of sight of Bad. When the kid emerged he was wiping bits of flesh from the corners of his mouth. Bad’s tail danced in the rain, he didn’t care anymore— whatever it took to win. It was raining steadily now, and rolls of thunder made their ears ring. Lightning lit up the fields in the distance— the sun had set. 

They went after a team of two next, these players had also chosen to stay underground. Bad was cautious, ready for traps. He knew of at least a few that meant death for them, almost instant death. 

Cellbit found the players first, driving one of them— unarmored and defenseless right into Bad’s waiting sword. The demon cut them almost in half, sword sinking up through their ribs and lodging into their spine. Bad hissed as he drew his blade out— and wiped it on the body’s clothes. 

Next, the teammate. Bad found them first this time, as they quite literally ran into each other. Bad sprung back as they placed lava in between them. The demon sidestepped and stabbed at his enemy. He quickly disoriented them and spun smoothly to strike them from behind, killing them instantly with a blade through the back of the neck. 

Bad checked, four players left, two enemies. They could do this, they could actually win. Bad would let the kid take the win, and then they could both go kill his slavers together. The demon almost skipped at the fantasy. 

They went back up to the surface, compasses out and ran across the snowy plains hunting for the last two people. Eventually they came across a tower, and Cellbit groaned as the compasses pointed down once more. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” The kid moaned, throwing his head up. 

“Underground again.” Bad rolled his eyes, crouching down to pinpoint the location. The demon offered to dig down, and in a one by two hole, started his descent. Dirt turned to stone. Cellbit followed him down with a water bucket, and soon they were right on top of their enemy. Bad frantically mined through stone, teeth bared, ready for a fight. Cellbit broke through the rock first, jumping down to brutally stab through the poor player’s iron chestplate. Bad only heard a choked scream, and they were dead. 

Bad sighed, and backed up. The kid emerged smiling wide. “Good fight.” The demon murmured. Cellbit shrugged and started towering back up. Bad followed. One more person left.

Their compasses pointed right at them, off in the distance. They were on the hunt again. Red poppies stood tall out of snow covered grass. Scattered footprints scuffed the white powder, spraying it every which way. Bad and Cellbit thundered past. 

Bad looked down at his compass, swerving side to side to check if they were close. The needle barely moved, they were. The demon slowed down next to a pond, circling it. Cellbit was opposite him, also examining his compass closely. 

“Another one underground.” Bad growled— pocketing his tool. His tail lashed with frustration. 

Cellbit looked up at him, a quip forming on his lips. He disappeared. Just like that.

“Cellbit!” Bad yelled. Muffins, this wasn’t good. That meant only one thing— this player was an Endermage. The demon dug his pickaxe desperately into the earth, nearing the fight, not hearing anything besides his own desperate breaths. His kid was going to die if he couldn’t get there in time. He tore at the stone, lightning sparking in his eyes and mouth. He could smell the ozone— like burning plastic. 

Bad’s heart sank as Cellbit’s death message popped up. The demon screamed out in rage and dug even faster. Panic shot through him, he could be next, at any minute. There was a cool down— and five seconds of invincibility immediately afterwards— but it was still putting his life in his enemies hands. A horrible tugging feeling in his gut was the only warning he had before the demon was pulled through space. 

Then he was falling. One. Solidly hitting lava, screaming as he expected to burn. Two. Bad wasn’t burning, wasn’t dying. Three. Get up, get up, get up. Four. The demon screamed again, dragging himself out and onto nearby cobblestone. Five. 

The heat from the cobblestone hit him suddenly as the invincibility wore off. He was down in a ravine— lava pool right next to him, enemy above him. Bad crouched, backing up until he was hidden from sight by a large stone overhang. Good, the Endermage shouldn’t know where he was. His breaths came heavy as the heat sucked the oxygen from the air. Bad set his backpack down carefully— and withdrew his bow and quiver. He slung his quiver onto his back and then the pack after it. Carefully, the demon nocked an arrow, and swung up and around to where he’d last seen the player. He aimed, and fired. Bad didn’t know if he’d missed or not, but he nocked another arrow and waited three seconds. No retaliation. He popped his head out again, and shot once more. The player had built up a wall, blocking Bad’s arrows.

“Muffins.” The demon cursed under his breath. There was no other option besides chasing after them. Bad started towering up, building a wall at his back first so he couldn’t be knocked off. When he was level with where he’d last seen his opponent he looked over, a similar— but taller— walled tower had been built. Bad rolled his eyes. Now what.

The demon scooted over to it, sliding along a precarious ledge in the wall of the ravine. Grasping a handhold he leaned forward and placed two tnt, hoping one would launch the other towards the tower. Bad lit it and scrambled back to his tower. When he looked back— the top of the tower, and the player, were gone. He flicked his flint and steel desperately needing light, and spotted them just as they whipped around the corner on a ledge across from his.

Bad growled and bridged over the ravine as fast as he could. The demon crept quietly along the wall, sword drawn. He fought off a skeleton that blindsided him— but once he was done with that, the player had disappeared. The compass pointed down into the ground once again. Bad wavered, unsure of what to do. The player could have laid down traps, they could still Endermage him. And the Pit was coming up soon— when they’d be teleported instantly into a deep deep hole to fight to the death. 

Bad decided to follow the player down, parallel to their deep tunnel. He dug and dug, getting closer and closer. The compass in his hand was shivering madly. Bad could practically smell the blood already. He needed to get his revenge for Cellbit, needed to sink his teeth into the flesh of this player. 

That same tugging feeling was back, swooping his stomach out from under him. For a second he thought he’d been Endermage-d again. But when he blinked his eyes open and staggered on his feet— he could see the tall walls of the Pit surrounding him. Bad lashed his tail and spun around, ready to face his enemy. He twirled his sword once, gripped the handle tight, and raced over to where the player was desperately towering up the side. 

In a flash of brilliant thought, the demon whipped out his only enderpearl. Bad tossed it smoothly a few blocks above the player’s head— then he held his breath. Bad sprang into re-existence right on top of them, wrapping his legs around their neck, he leaned back into the wall and pushed. The player toppled off of the tower and the demon spun midair to catch himself on the lip of the tower. Bracing himself with his feet against the stone wall— he looked down at his enemy.

The player had staggered to their feet and taken a few steps— desperately trying to distance themself. Bad shook his head, grinning— and leapt off to land smoothly in front of them. He advanced, sword out. “Bring it buddy.” The demon slid his tongue over his sharp teeth and tensed. With brutal force and no time for his opponent to react— Bad stabbed his diamond sword through their neck and up into their skull. The thrust carved through flesh, cartilage and bone— settling the blade solidly into the body. Bad swung the sword to the side and sent it crashing to the stone floor. That was honestly a little underwhelming.

He kicked dust at the body— before turning and looking up at the sky. Bad felt the familiar instant drain— as the lightning left his blood and exhaustion swamped him. He always hated the silence right afterwards, how it made his skin crawl and jaw ache. Soon, he would be teleported back to the Game Hall, and paraded around in front of businessmen and server owners. The demon tapped one clawed finger against his palm— anxious, tired, and sick. 

He was looking forward to finding Cellbit. No doubt the slavers would be bragging about their prized third place catch. Bad would find them— Bad would probably meet them, shake hands with them and memorize their faces, as Cellbit was trapped somewhere, still wounded. Bad had talked to slaver’s catches before— those types of organizations had special arrangements to teleport their players right back to their cages. 

The demon stretched with his arms over his head, and yawned. The Game was over— but another one was beginning. Bad lunged to one side, then the other, working cramps out of his legs. His tail twitched. The pull returned one more time, sinking into his gut harshly and tugging him through space. Time to go rescue his kid. 

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #badboyhalo #cellbit #q!bbh #q!cellbit #mushroom art spores

[kingofthecapybaras]

brief lil fic i wrote bc i was having too many thoughts about landduo hurt/comfort

obvious warnings for mentions of missing eggs and general angst

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foolish walks out of his tower, having just finished organizing his loot from the dungeons he did today, and pointedly not dwelling for too long on anything other than the chests in that room. he still has a bit of time left today, and he's certainly not looking forward to trying to go to sleep and being left alone with his thoughts, so maybe he can finally squeeze some work in on the titan, or he'll go to spawn and run into someone else to goof around with and distract himself.

foolish gets halfway across the path to his warpstone when he finally notices bad on the shore. he's sitting on the ground outside his and dapper's first house, with his arms wrapped around his legs, knees tucked up to his chin, staring off blankly into the water as it waves and ripples against the land.

foolish pauses for a brief moment, and then turns to walk along the shore over to him.

"hey," foolish greets softly. bad turns his head to look up at foolish, but doesn't say a word. foolish notices the bags under his eyes. bad turns back to staring out at the water.

it's not an outright 'go away,' so foolish takes that as invitation enough to sit down next to him on the ground, curled up similarly to bad with his hands resting on his knees. for what feels like the first time all day, foolish lets out a deep breath, the full weight of his thoughts washing over him like the sound of the waves.

he thinks of leo. he thinks about how in the days leading up to the eggs' disappearance he didn't even get to see her, missing her by mere minutes. he thinks of the note she left in the chest in her room, he thinks about the totems left there and how wherever she is now, she doesn't have them. he thinks of vegetta, how he's probably going to come back and find out their daughter is missing. he thinks of all the other eggs. surely they'll all come back, right? the last time they went missing they came back. they have to come back, it's not fair for them to just be taken without any warning, without any explanation, without any closure.

foolish feels tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes, and tries to push the feeling away. bad is still sitting next to him, after all, and foolish can only think however he's feeling, bad must be feeling it worse, he practically took care of all the eggs. he doesn't need to add foolish having a breakdown in front of him on top of all of that.

foolish takes another few deep breaths, listening to the sound of the waves, letting his thoughts wash away with them, and he thinks he might be somewhere close to feeling normal again. and then he feels bad lean his head against his shoulder.

he looks down to find bad already looking up at him, and they share a brief glance before foolish wraps an arm around bad's back, pulling him in closer, and bad moves to fully wrap his arms around foolish's chest, and then foolish moves his other arm and they're hugging each other so tight foolish worries he might crush him.

and then foolish notices bad is crying- shaking, silent sobs with cold tears landing where bad has tucked his head near foolish's shoulder- and then foolish's carefully put up wall cracks, every last thought and emotion foolish had been bottling in rushing out in the form of tears that trail down his cheeks and fall against bad's back.

they stay hugging even after they've both stopped crying, until finally foolish feels bad push back against his hold and he releases him. bad pulls away, wiping at his face with one hand, still saying nothing. foolish has the impulse to poke fun at him just to regain a sense of normalcy, but quickly pushes it down. he has the feeling bad needed that just as much as he did.

they sit in silence again for a little while longer, staring out at the water and the now mostly set sun just barely dipping below the horizon, before bad stands up.

"uh, i should go… i have stuff i need to work on."

foolish stands up with him, feeling that whatever moment they were having before has now passed.

"yeah, yeah. me too," foolish says. bad turns to leave, and foolish puts out a hand to stop him. "uh. thanks, though."

it's doesn't feel exactly like what foolish really means, but it's close enough.

"oh. thank you too," bad says.

they go their separate ways, and they don't mention it again, aside from the knowing glance they share when they see each other the next morning.

#idk if this is worth putting on ao3 and either way i cant b bothered to fix it up enough for that rn so its just a post #qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp fanfic #foolish gamers #qsmp foolish #badboyhalo #qsmp badboyhalo #landduo #land duo #foolhalo #vaguely. you can interpret it however u want #i just have many thoughts about them being constants in each others lives and relying on each other for stability #but also never really actually saying or addressing it or even really thinking about it #also i am posting this at 2am if its shit thats my excuse lmao

[miscellaneoussmp]

I think the reintroduction of the eggs could go a little something like this:

Spawn is apparently where they're going to find their children. A crowd gathers. Parents and aunts and uncles and siblings and...the children. The children are right in front of them. Their children. There's a lot of tears. The children are sobbing or on the verge of it. It's a relieving sound.

Richarlyson runs straight for Cellbit, noticing him in the crowd of people. He's immediately picked up by his dad. He's held tight. He doesn't say anything when he feels Cellbit's nails start to dig into his skin. Where are the rest of his dads? Shouldn't they be here, too? It doesn't matter. He has one of them and a stepdad, and that's good enough. Mouse and Roier lean into the hug. Richas has Cellbit, Roier, and Mouse, and that's enough. They're a family.

Leonarda couldn't tell you why, but she went to Roier first and grabbed onto his pant leg. She's held close by her brother, both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. She's holding his hand as they walk to find their dads. She wipes her tears with the back of her free hand. Soon, the siblings see both Foolish and Vegetta. Soon, Roier and Leo are held in their father's arms. They're a family.

Dapper and Pomme are holding hands. Brother and sister, hand in hand. They find Bad, and before either realizes it, they're in his arms again. Being held so tight yet gently at the same time. His hands hold them so close to his chest, as if they could become one with Bad's being. Pomme is shakily handed off to Etoiles and Antoine. They both make sure she isn't bruised like her namesake. They both hold her close. They're all a family.

Ramón was picked up by his dad before he even noticed him. Fit is nearly squeezing his son before loosening up a bit. Both are on the verge of tears, yet neither let's go. Ramón hides his face in his dad's shoulder. Fit rests his cheek on the side of his sons head. It's them against the world again. They're a family.

Chayanne is leading Tallulah, both determined to find their caregivers. As soon as they see Philza crouched low with arms out, ready for both of them. They both run into his arms, soon enveloped by inky black wings to further protect them. Chayanne and Tallulah can hear Phil's heartbeat. It's full of love. Tubbo and Niki soon join Chayanne and Tallulah under inky black. They're a family.

Nobody says anything if no one gets any sleep that night.

If Richas' bed is protected by a loosely held knife and if a devil watches him sleep, nobody says anything.

If Leo's held closely by her brother as she sleeps, and if their parents busy themselves fixing up the bedroom, nobody says anything.

If Dapper's hand is held tightly as he sleeps and while soft lullabies and stories fill the air, nobody says anything.

If Pomme's bed is hidden and protected by a sword held in a white knuckle grip, nobody says anything.

If Chayanne's bed is manically prayed over for protection by a tired crow, nobody says anything.

If Tallulah's watched over all night by two of her dad's oldest and most trusted friends, nobody says anything.

#qsmp #qsmp lore #qsmp fanfiction (sorta) #qsmp eggs #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp cellbit #qsmp ironmouse #qsmp leonarda #qsmp roier #qsmp foolish #qsmp vegetta #qsmp dapper #qsmp pomme #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp etoiles #qsmp antoine #qsmp ramón #qsmp ramon #qsmp fitmc #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp philza #qsmp tubbo #qsmp niki #thats a lot of tags! #this one has a theme song! Dear Arkansas Daughter! #i have decided it is my job to drop bangers to further emotionally destroy qsmp enjoyers #i hope yall like this one

[the-crimson]

I wrote a super quick fic about the fed worker in bbh’s basement tw for torture and manipulation

Enjoy! :D

(Part 2 here)

Heavy machinery cranks and grinding stones reverberate in the still air as the wall slides back into place, the demon’s silhouette vanishing as the worker hugs the cold stone of its cell. The skeletal vulture sits on the cell’s small window watching as its master disappears. Its claws clink on the metal as it shifts and the worker holds its breath.

Sniff

Sniff

The bird almost purrs as its snake-like neck shifts so its glowing eyes lock onto the worker. Its knees give and the worker slides to the ground, body wracked with tremors as its muscles lock. All it can think is to run, to fight, to scream, but it can only sit helplessly as the demon’s pet hops from the cell bars to the stone floor.

It tilts its skeletal head to the side as its wings puff out the sides, revealing the souls trapped in its rib cage. Another purr rumbles through the bird's body and the worker barely raises its arms in front of its face before the monster shrieks and lunges.

Its claws screech on the worker’s metallic exterior and if it could scream it would as the vulture’s beak tears wiring from its shoulder and its talons throw its arm across the cell.

Sparks dance with the embers of trapped souls as the sound of shredding metal and avian screams echoes on the stone.

Silence eventually falls within the dungeon as the bird realizes its prey has no soul to steal and becomes disinterested. The vulture sits on the small window and starts cleaning its feathers, picking bits of metal and wire from its plumage.

The occasional spark causes disjointed limbs to twitch. The worker’s remaining vision wavers as its thoughts pulse in and out of focus through electrical surges and it tries to remember. Its vision darkens as the ground shifts and the wall starts to raise. All it sees before the merciful void takes it is the silhouette of the demon’s shoes and the scythe dragging on the ground behind him.

—-

There is a tingling in its shoulder. It can feel wires being welded and bolts being fastened. The worker internally sighs. It must be back in the federation’s facilities for repairs. Cucurucho must have found it. Finally. It doesn’t even know how long it’s been trapped without sunlight.

But… wait. Federation facilities are warm. It could always hear the hum of electricity surging through the walls but now… nothing. Just the clinking of metal tools and the faint chill of stone.

Someone is humming. It doesn’t recognize the melody but it recognizes the voice and nearly short circuits from the jolt of fear.

“I know you are awake.” That voice. It sends terror through the worker but the tone is wrong. Softer. The venom from before replaced with… exhaustion. “I hope you didn’t think I would let you die. That would be silly.”

The worker looks at the demon with baited breath, still too terrified to even attempt moving. The demon sits in the cage with it, beside it, tinkering with the worker’s mangled arm. He leans against the bars slouched almost… it could laugh at the absurdity… almost childlike. But there is no wonder or childlike naïveté in the pupiless white eyes and void of a face. There is… nothing. No malice. No sick joy. He looks at the machinery in his hands with a blank if focused expression. The two sit in silence for a long moment, the worker watching its capture repair its limb in fearful paralysis, before the demon tilts his head and observes his handiwork.

“That should work.” He shifts and lines the arm up with the worker’s shoulder. It looks away and braces for more pain, sure that the demon would take pleasure in attaching the arm in the most painful manner possible… but the pain never comes. The demon connects wires and welds carefully, intently. He takes his time and doesn’t say a word as hands that had only been cruel handle the worker’s delicate insides with the utmost care. There is a surge of electrical tingling as the limb reattaches… and the worker wiggles its fingers.

The demon watches his handiwork and a small smile crosses his face. “My son would be proud.” The smile fades and the demon leans back, closes his eyes.

The worker looks between its captor and one of the tools just within reach of its newly repaired hand. Both its legs and other arm are out of commission but it doesn’t care. This might be its only chance. Its fingertips brush the smooth metal as the demon starts humming again, the same melody. It freezes as the demon starts singing.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away “

The worker stares at the demon barely able to breathe, hand shaking at the force it holds the wrench but… it simply looks on entranced.

“The other night, dear

As I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you

In my arms

When I awoke, dear

I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried-”

His voice breaks as a bead of white escapes the demon’s eye and leaves a glowing trail across the void of his skin like a comet passing through the atmosphere.

“Where did you go, my little sunshines?”

The worker’s grip on the wrench loosens. Is this pity? It grips the wrench with renewed strength. He let that monster tear my appart, I will not pity him! It lurches forwards and swings the wrench towards the demon’s head but he easily grabs the worker’s wrist mid air and eyes still closed. The worker tries to pull its arm back but it is caught in the devil’s grip.

White soulless eyes open and the worker would scream if it could as it tries in vain to tear free its one remaining limb. The demon’s nails pierce steel and the worker feels the panic of a prey animal caught in a wolf’s den surging through it. No no no no I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t mean it I didn’t mean it please please please-

The demon prys the wrench from the worker’s hand and releases its arm, which the worker yanks back to its chest. It doesn’t take its vision off the demon as he sits forward and brings a knee to his chest, taps the wrench in his opposite palm.

“My son taught me everything I know about machines.” Those white eyes lift and lock on the worker’s featureless face.

He stands suddenly and the worker flinches. The demon stands back to it for a moment before he tosses a pearl with a flick of the wrist and teleports through the bars in a burst of purple particles. The worker crawls with one arm to the bars and reaches for him, silently shouting wait!

The demon glances to the side back at the worker and for a moment it recognizes the sick grin that is quickly coached into careful despair.

“My friends need me but I’ll finish repairing you when I come back.”

Gears shift loudly as the wall starts lowering between them.

“Maybe I’ll make brownies we can share while I work…” his words are nearly drowned in the grinding of stone and gears and all too soon the worker is once again alone in the dark.

It brings its arm to its chest and holds itself as best it can in its state.

It’s never had brownies but… they sound nice.

#qsmp #crimson writes #q!bbh #badboyhalo #it might be too late and no one will see this #but what ever #lol #qsmp fanfiction

[sugahyeon]

/!\Short fic ~400 words; TW derealization (BBH current arc)

« There’s something in your house ».

There’s something in your house and you don’t know what is. There’s something in your house and you don’t know where. There’s something in your house and you don’t know why. And you don’t know who put it there. And you don’t know how he knows that. And you don’t know why he would tell you.

And you can’t run, right, from an invisible threat, or can you? Can you outrun fate? Can you find something that might not even be real? No, no, of course it’s real, you can almost taste the danger on your tongue.

It’s there somewhere, looking at you, watching you, observing each step you take without ever letting you see it. It exists, yes, you know that for sure, right?

It’s right here and it’s watching you and it’s mocking you and it’s a threat you must eliminate. Because that’s what you do. You keep everyone safe, yourself not included. What if this thing was threatening your kids?

Where are your kids?

Is there kids in your house? There’s no noises. There’s no laughs. There’s no sign of a kid ever existing in the same space as you do. Was there ever a kid by your side?

Or was it an illusion? A fever dream of its own genre?

Oh, you heard a noise! It’s in your walls, the treat is in your walls and it’s everywhere and it’s surrounding you and you need to get it out. Search, search faster, quick, quick, it’s in your walls and it’s watching, and it’s watching you and it’s watching your…

Your what? What else is here with you? It’s empty.

Dapper, Dapper is here, isn’t he? Yes, right there, in the wall, he’s in the wall, watching you, side by side with the threat and… Dapper is nothing but a creation of your mind, remember? Why can’t you remember?

Where are you?

Where are you?

You’ve been in this room before. Have you? It’s your room, YOUR room but something moved but something isn’t right, but nothing is in the right place so is it really still your room? Where are you?

Your memory is blurry behind your eyelids. Where are they?

You hear purring and there’s a cat and your messy memory somehow remembers it. It’s real. You know it. And if it’s real maybe Dapper is. And Pomme? Pomme might be real as well.

Maybe you’re the illusion then. Maybe you’re not real. Maybe you’ve never been in that room because you never existed in the first place and-

The threat is in your walls again. Dig, dig through it, get the threat out, you need to get it out.

What are you looking for?

You can’t remember.

Are you real?

You struggle to find the answer.

Are you insane?

Aha.

Aha.

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahha.

Ah.

You can’t be insane if you don’t exist.

Don’t be silly.

#qsmp fanfiction #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp liveblogging #qsmp liveblog #q!badboyhalo #tw derealization #tw paranoia

[alexblue29]

hey, you're cool.

oddly the therapist possum has a request!!

so, er.

ghost of chicago by noah floersch.

then, add

lovesick foolish!?

here's that idea, idk :,)

ANYBODY READING THIS, ILL BE YOUR THERAPIST :))))

Olay that song is so good though, thanks for making me obsessed with it! I made this pretty fucking angsty sooooo sorry? And let me know if y'all want more angst cause it's kinda fun to write! I wrote this in 45 minutes btw.

--

Foolish Gamers x Fem!Reader

It's angsty with a happy ending, unrequited love but not really, Foolish is a lovesick, kicked puppy, Foolish is called Noah although it.

Ghost Of Her

Noah sighed as he let himself fall into his chair. He looked over his setup, his monitors and computer were turned on with a discord call going. He had been chatting with Tina and Mouse before starting his stream. He rubbed at his face as he unmuted himself and picked up his cup of coffee.

His throat closed up for a second as he took his first sip, he missed her. She would always ask him what he was drinking and she'd have the same answer everytime he'd offer his reply,

"Honestly, people who drink their coffee black have to be psycopaths or something. Are you a psycopath, Foosh?" She'd laugh.

He quickly put his cup down as he stumbled into a coughing fit. His friends laughed at him, they asked him what happened.

"Nothing," he rasped out before clearing his throat, "Nothing, coffee just went down the wrong pipe."

He took his time getting his breath back and quickly redirected the conversation,

"I'm gonna start stream, see y'all on the server!"

--

Streaming did not help get his mind off of her, it never did. He would try to focus on his build but get distracted by his own thoughts. His chat, observant as ever, could tell he wasn't fully himself.

How could he be?

She's getting married tomorrow.

Noah rubbed his face roughly as he stood from his desk, he stretched, his joints popping as he did. He needed to clear his head and, even though it was nearing ten p.m., he grabbed his phone and made his way outside.

He walked for what felt like forever until he stumbled upon a familiar park, he made his way to it. As he walked, his feet guided him to the fountain in the very middle. He could see her, sitting by his side on the edge of it. A memory he cherishes of when she came to visit him for his birthday.

He remembers it like he still was there. A cold night, much like this one, he'd given her his sweater to keep her warm and tried to not melt every time his eyes found her. It was the perfect night. He should've said it. Why couldn't he just express his emotions like she could?

He frowned as he turned his back to the fountain and made his way away from it as fast as he could. His phone vibrated in his pocket, he reached for it and pulled it out.

Bad was calling him.

That was strange. They never called each other with their personal numbers, they exchanged them in case of an emergency. Before he realized it, the call had ceased. He didn'f reject it, he just waited too long.

Bad messaged him,

From: Bad (Dumbass)

I know you're looking at your phone.

It was all the warning he got before Bad called again. Noah retained a sigh as he answered,

"What's wrong?" his friend questioned right away.

"I have no idea what you mean, Bad."

He heard Bad scoff, Noah had always been a bad liar. "Tina and Mouse both messaged me saying you were being all weird and moppy this morning and I've watched your stream."

A moment of silence passed. Noah found his way on a stray bench before he whispered,

"She gets married tomorrow."

His voice broke in the middle, he couldn't bring himself to care.

He heard clicking noises from the other end before his phone vibrated again. He pulled it away from his ear and looked at the file Bad had sent him, a plane ticket?

"Bad, why did you-?"

"Because you are both idiots who refuse to be happy. Go get her, Foolish."

"I can't just barge into her wedding!"

"Says who?" Silence. Bad spoke again, "She's not happy, Foolish. Go get her."

And so here he was, in a taxi on his way to the wedding. It wasn't starting until twelve, it was currently ten-thirty. He couldn't fuck this up.

He thanked the driver as he closed the door. He saw her sister clock him immediately, he saw the way her eyes lit up with hope. She excused herself from a conversation and made his way to him.

"Noah! Thank god you're here, she's in the bride's room. Fifth door to the left, she's alone," She clapped him on the shoulder and lightly pushed him towards the building.

He thanked her quietly and quickly made his way to the room, he stopped before the door and raised a hesitant hand to knock.

"Angie? Is that you?" His heart lurched as her voice made its way to his ears.

"No, but she sent me to you."

He heard her inhale, he heard her quick steps to the door before she opened it, "Noah."

She let him in without a second thought. He took his time to look at her as she closed to door behind him. She'd barely changed from the last time he'd seen her. She already had her hair and makeup done for the wedding, but she was still in her white robe.

Noah couldn't take it, he took two large steps toward her and wrapped her in a tight hug that she reciprocated immediately. She was smudging her makeup on his shirt and he was definitely messing up up her hair as he gently grabbed the back of her head.

"Don't marry him," he muttered as he nuzzled into the top of her head, "Please, don't marry him."

"I can't just leave," she whispered to him.

He swallowed, "Bad bought my ticket to come get you, and two more to go back. One for me, and one for you," she looked up at him. "Your sister is on your side, she'll help you get your stuff if you need."

He caressed her cheek gently and whispered, "Come home to me, my clementine."

He could see her melt. He could see her ghost melt and finally letting the her he knew out again. She nodded. His heart was beating out of him chest. She broke away from his, went into the bathroom. He gathered all her things in her bag as he waited.

When she stepped out, her hair was up in a ponytail, her makeup off and she'd changed into some joggers and one of his old t-shirts she must have stolen when she visited him.

With her bag in his hand, he gently grabbed her hand and guided her away from the wedding. Together they made their way to the airport. She texted her sister and thank you and asked for her help to which her sister immediately agreed.

As they were flying back to Noah's home, he took a selfie of the both of them and sent it to their discord server with all their friends with a single message,

"Thank you, Bad."

#foolish #foolish x reader #foolish gamers x reader #foolish gamers #badboyhalo #foolish fanfic #fanfiction #alexblue's fics #alexblue's asks

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Took matters into my own hands, here's the hanahaki disease 4halo fic for y'all 🥰

#qsmp #4halo #q!bbh #q!badboyhalo #q!forever #qsmp fanfiction #badboyhalo has morning sickness for 3.5k words and then fucking dies