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Badboyhalo was in his chair, idly twirling his green mechanical pencil, which he has had for several years, and he considers it lucky. He’d been scratching out a messy schedule for the week, trying to get an idea of what he could fit in and what he couldn’t.
There was a video on Tuesday, his weekly stream on Saturday that he did on Youtube, probably popping onto other people’s streams, and helping Karl with building for Tales. Definitely not a very busy week, but not so slow that he didn’t have anything to do.
Today was probably the slowest day he’ll have, the time and sun slowly drudging on.
Ping!
Bad dropped his pencil on the ground, forgetting the luckiness quickly, and picked up his phone in anticipation. Just the possibility that Skeppy had texted him back, about the video idea, but nonetheless texting him back, was exciting.
He had put his phone on Do Not Disturb, and only a few people’s texts went through that, the most common one being Skeppy.
Ping! Ping!
He turned his phone on only to be met with Quackity, asking him to join a stream of his later that day. The smile that had held onto Bad’s face slowly wore into a face of disappointment. It was a slim chance anyways, Skeppy had said he would be busier than normal.
But the sadness soon turned to guilt, yeah, it wasn’t Skeppy. But it was still one of his good friends, Quackity! But the frown deepened still as he realized that he should stop making his whole life revolve around Skeppy.
Especially to the point where he’s disappointed about somebody else talking to him.
Bad picked up his phone and quickly typed out a response to Quackity:
Okay you numpty muffin, I’ll be there.
Thinking more, he added:
What time owo
Then he sighed, he’d probably be making some muffins tonight, Quackity’s streams are always stressful, obviously, not in the way most of his audience seems to think though.
It’s hard to pretend that he doesn’t find Quackity’s stupid dirty jokes absolutely hilarious, but it is expected because Bad has always, and will always, be the family friendly PG person of the group.
Even then, he still shouts language at people when they curse, though more out of habit than actually caring.
Of course, he doesn’t mind at all, he’s very glad he can be such a good influence for kids out there, and have parents feel okay with their kids consuming his content. It also allows his friends to constantly come up with bits, even if they are at his expense.
Badboyhalo slightly smiles at that thought, even though it’s at his expense, they always privately talk to him making sure it is okay with him before they do anything.
Well, most of the time. Quackity... That man is a wild card, but Bad does improv bits really well anyways.
Bad’s favourite days have always been the days he spends recording or streaming with Skeppy, which he mentions to everyone all the time. In fact, it’s what most bits with Bad are about.
But Skeppy, in Badboyhalo’s opinion, is the best thing about his life as a YouTuber.
Not only did Skeppy give him great content and help him with getting out there, but he’s also the best friend he could ever ask for. Skeppy is kind, nice, funny, confident, and pretty.
Scratch that.
He already told himself that he would get over Skeppy.
Yes, he has a slight crush on Skeppy, but that shouldn’t be hard to handle. Except it is.
It was getting almost out of hand, even thinking about Skeppy gave him nervous butterflies. Let alone the fact that he can’t even talk to him most of the time, having to repeat what he says several different times just for it to make sense.
Skeppy never noticed, and, if he did, he chalked it up to the piss poor sleep schedule the other had, and tried to be patient with his friend.
Badboyhalo groaned in annoyance, pushing into his chair slightly, he was, bluntly, a disaster. He really needed to start getting his life together. Then, perking up slightly, he realized, I’ll just bake muffins! He could always give some away to his neighbours if he had an excess anyways.
Oh my goodness. He had forgotten that he’ll probably have to already bake muffins later tonight. Well, he could still just hop onto the DreamSMP and do a little bit of mining, maybe get a set of armour as a present for someone.
So, following his idea, he reached down, tapped the power button and patiently waited for his computer to load.
100/100 Updates
Please wait a second while we update your computer!
Of course, his computer decided to update today, and, on top of that, it decided to do the thing where it said it was finished and took a couple of minutes afterwards. His eyes started tearing up, purely from frustration.
Life just hated him. Clearly.
Ruff! Rrruff! Rufruff!
Badboyhalo paused, and then chuckled a bit, leave it to Rat to bark like a maniac at the door. So, he got up, out of his room, and walked to the front door where Rat stood. Bad then crouched down and scooped Lucy in his arms.
“Watchu barking at Lucy-Lu?”
Rat pointedly started barking again, looking out the windows to the side of the door. Then, a squirrel ran across a porch with a small acorn in its hands.
“Oh, I see. It’s just the little squirrel there huh?”
Bad brought her to his room, to, preferably, stop her from barking, and closed the door behind him.
He let her down and she immediately started running to his desk and went underneath.
“Lucy, what are you doing?”
She came back out with half of his lucky pencil.
Half.
“Rat?? Oh my- What happened to the other half?”
He sighed and crouched to the floor, and saw the end with an eraser.
Of course, he had broken his lucky pencil.
Bad just sighed sadly, picked up Rat, and sat back down in his chair placing her in his lap. His computer had finished loading, and so, after signing in, he clicked on Minecraft.
He had told Karl that he’d help him build something, so he wanted to get on top of that while he still had some time to spend.