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Time was running out.
He needed to do it now, his energy was waning, being sucked away little by little, if he didnt act now, he would have no opportunity to undo his mistakes.
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Deep Breaths, Bad. Deep Breaths.
This needs to be done.
A black-furred hand snagged a bag resting on the ground and heaved it over his shoulder, feeling the contents of the bag shuffle against his back gave him something to ground himself on as he started padding down the long stone corridors, lit up only by the quietly popping flames of torches hung astrew on the wall, not that Bad needed them as he could see permanently in the dark, and his eyes glowed like living flashlights as soon as it got dark, but the last thing he needed was to be chased by a horde of zombies and to be used as a human pin cushion for skeletons using anything as target practice.
Once he stood in front of the first of many pulsing crimson vines, the familiar twisted voice filled his mind.
“ H̸̦̠̖̙͒ḙ̷̓̒l̴̲͈̀͒̀͝l̷̰̺͎̳̖̔ͅö̸͇͇̣ ̷͉̈́P̷̪͓͎̞͙̬͊̓͗̃̓ḛ̵͔̈́͛̃͝ţ̷͉͈͖̯̓̊ ” The Egg purred, a vine coming to wrap around his tail, which he promptly shook off.
He ignored the voice, aggravation bubbling under his skin. He stepped over the vine and continued down the hallway, he could feel the egg’s annoyance as it was ignored by its subject.
Bad quietly padded down the steps and turned his head to see the crimson’s spread. He let it get this bad.
He moved swiftly through the room until he reached the spot he had cleared off for this specific event, a section of the floor had been changed and cleared out, replaced with solid obsidian, which kept the egg from spreading onto it.
He stepped onto the obsidian, and placed down the bag, pulling out numerous things. Chalk, Two white candles, and two black candles, a vile of what appeared to be water, a flint and steel, and a large leather-clad and bound book that was covered in various inhuman tongues.
Once everything was set out, Bad turned to the book, pulling open a bookmarked page and reading it, he took the chalk in hand and drew a circle around the perimeter of the obsidian, leaving a bit of extra space before turning to the book again. Similar to that of a clock, Bad drew a symbol at the 12th, 3rd, 6th, and 9th spot, each a varying symbol. Then he turned to the vial of water, he grasped the bottle, uncorked it, and poured it along the circle and on the symbols. As Bad poured the water on the chalk markings, they began to glow a bright gold, as he watched the glow spread, he watched as the vines surrounding the area and trying to creep towards him let out a loud hiss and recoil.
“Ẅ̷̡͖́̑͊ͅh̶̲͌͂̍̌̎ḁ̶̩͈̜͛̿t̶̢̢͙̺͔̼̃͂̀̄͌ ̷̬̩̍͊̕á̴̹̖̉͛͊̄̚r̶̛̯̲̓̐͘e̷̖̝̪̓ ̴̡̡̻̝̿̿̂ỷ̴̤̦̇͛o̴̯͋̈́̍̊͂͝u̴̢̩̫̩͊ ̵̨̯̓̔̒͆̇d̷̬̘̮͒̋̕ͅo̸̢͖̙̝͛͊͗į̶̛̽ͅͅn̶̡̜̤͒g̷̢̘̖̯̰̑̏̊̇̋?̵͙̎͠!̷͙̪̻̍̍̋” The egg roared in his mind.
“A protection spell, it will hurt before it gets better,” Bad said innocently.
Bad then turned his attention to the candles, he picked up a white candle, and lightly engraved the symbol at the 12th spot and placed it on the glowing symbol, doing the same for the other white candle at the 6th spot, placing it on the glowing mark. He did the same for the two black candles which he placed on the 3rd and 9th spot.
Once everything was in place and glowing, he unclasped his cloak, letting it fall to his feet, revealing his full appearance, his large horns, his large claws he did his best to keep blunted, his mismatched wings(one angel and one demon), black fur, endless white eyes and mouth, a white halo glowing above him, and his spaded tail. He stepped into the circle, grunting softly as he felt his energy being pulled in two separate directions, towards the circle, and towards the very uneasy egg. With great effort, Bad pulled what energy he could into the circle as he sat on his knees, his tail laying around him on the warm obsidian, the book laid infront of him.
Before Bad started, he pulled up his communicator and sent a message to Quackity.
[ Message to Quackity : Hey Quackity, I just wanted to say thank you for all your help. I may have found a way to get rid of the Egg and save everyone, but all good things come with a price. The egg is sucking the infected energy away, I don't have much left but I need to save them. Tell everyone I'm sorry and I wish you the best of luck with your relationship. ]
He put his communicator on silent but placed it beside him, but he watched as Quackity sent him numerous messages, publicly. Quackity knew what he was doing.
[Bad. Whatever you're doing Stop .]
[Bad! Don't be stupid!]
[Don’t do this Bad. What about Skeppy and Sapnap?!]
[I'm on my way! Don't do this!]
[This isn't funny Bad!]
Bad ignored the message, just as he ignored the angry hissing words of the Egg.
Bad took a deep breath and began to chant the words, the words falling from his lips in a demonic tongue.
“Ozh beg ohv thee, ai specters o ancestors will'ach thok aid ozh through sa spell, sek forth. Ozh lend ozh hand ai doqergy thok izh. ” Bad began, his hands falling open at his sides, Bad could ever so slightly feel a couple points of pressure on his arms and shoulders, as he continued the spell, Bad could feel someone resting behind them, their chest resting against his back, their hands gently guiding bad through the movements of the incantation, the feeling grounded Bad to ignore the roaring pain of his energy being sapped away, a gentle smile forming on his face as he knew exactly who the powerful energy belonged to.
Bad could feel the energy surging around his nerves and out into his hands that he took from their position by his side to his front, his wrists crossed, both hands had the majority of his fingers down with the exception of his pointer and middle finger outwards, a glowing white light ball of sheer energy forming just a few inches from his claws his right fingers pointed upwards, and his left pointed across him. As time passed, the balls of energy grew, Bad’s energy waned dangerously low, but the entity forced himself to remain steady as he moved his arms in coordination with the spell.
As he made his way to stand shakily, the energy behind him mimicking his movement, the balls of energy bright. Bad smiled feeling the last of his energy be pulled by the spell, his smile only grew as memories flashed quickly in his mind, the entity remembering all the fun times he had with all of his friends before the chaos and bloodshed began. With one quick movement, Bad moved the energy to each other at his front, the two forming a massive ball of energy swarming him and balled in front of him.
Bad couldn't hear anything, not the egg's shrieking, it's begging, or it's taunting. He couldn't hear Quackity and Sapnap behind him, yelling for him to stop, that he was going to get himself killed. The only thing he heard was Skeppy’s angelic laughter filling his head, Skeppy’s gleeful voice telling him he loves him with all of his heart.
That's when another voice joined Skeppy’s, a voice that spread warmth through his entire body.
“ You're doing so well, Bubba. I'm right here. ” The voice was gentle, and loving.
“I’m so sorry everyone.” He whispered, unsure if he actually said it aloud or in his head. “I’ll miss you all.” With those words, Bad released all the built up energy towards the egg, as soon as the energy collided with the egg a massive BANG echoed through the server followed by a large shockwave racing through the server which had people either suddenly tumbling to the ground or gripping onto something to avoid falling. The ground shook, water shook, and was airborne for a while before crashing down. The infected members of the egg roared in pain, their attacks seising as they stumbled to the ground, their eyes slipping shut.
As the shockwave shot through the room, Quackity, Sapnap, and Bad’s bodies flew backwards. Quackity hitting the wall with a large thud, knocking the wind clear out of him, but he acted quick seeing Sapnap about to collide with the wall, he quickly extended his wing out and cushioned Sap’s collide with the wall, ignoring the shooting pain that rocketed up his wing into his shoulder.
Once everything settled, Quackity sat up with a quiet groan, his wing hanging limp next to him. “Sap, you okay?” He asked with a grunt.
“Y-Yeah, just a bit shaken up.” Sap answered, before realizing what cushioned his collision with the wall, and why he felt something crack behind him when he did. “Quackity, Your wing!”
“It’ll heal.” Quackity said pressing a gentle kiss to his fiance’s forehead, before Sap’s mind clicked back into place after realizing what happened.
“Dad!” He cried out.