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The story of Icarus is a rather popular story. We all know the man flew too close to the sun. Sure. Great.
But you see, the way he flew, the way he escaped the unfair world he lived in and escaped the hold he was trapped in with something as simple as wax was a story in itself. Careful handcrafted to perfection with soft hands and careful love.
Icarus flew, and flew so high from the bliss that had fogged his mind from the allowance of ignorance to enter.
Icarus flew up and up and up until he was feeling the wax melt and scorch his skin.
It was too late then, as Burns kissed his body and screamed tore through his throat while he took a descent towards the ocean.
And soon he drowned.
Icarus was a fool. A fool who flew too close to the sun.
*
Revival was weird. Sure those stupid deaths were weird coming back to from mobs or whatever but when you lost a life, coming back was different.
It was foggy and hazy and it hurt .
Skeppy could feel the air on his skin as he sat up in the bed. How did he get here? He had just been with Bad down by the egg.
Where was Bad?
(“It’s just a stupid egg!”)
“Bad?”
(Skeppy could feel the flames swallow his body before his vision blacked and all he could hear was Bad’s voice. “Skeppy! Skeppy No!”)
“Bad?” Skeppy got up, “Bad!” Skeppy drew out the ‘a’
(Bad sobbed, “what did I do?” And that was all Skeppy heard before waking up)
“Bad.” Skeppy chuckled, “BadBoyHalo, I know you can hear me.” Bad had to have been close. It had to have been a weird dream, “Bad! Answer me! Come on.”
This wasn’t happening.. “How many more times do you need me to say your name? I’ll say it!” Skeppy started repeating his name a few times, losing hope with each repeat, “Bad, actually answer me..”
Skeppy stopped then. He knew Bad wasn’t there and Bad had actually killed him.
Skeppy waited for the chill in his spine to fade before he grabbed a bag, packing a few things and running out of the house and off the island.
He watched from afar as Bad ran into the house to find Skeppy, then Skeppy walked away from the area.
He had left a note and could only imagine how it would go for Bad to read it.
Bad grabbed the note with a shaky hand, it had been stuck to the table with a diamond shard.
Bad,
You killed me. At first I didn’t believe it and I called for you. You weren’t there. You weren’t here. I need to leave, I need time to think about this. You hurt me mentally and physically.
I’m going to leave for a while, I’ll go away. You can finish the mansion if you want.
I’m not sure when I’ll be back but don’t worry too much, we’ll meet again.
Your Husband,
Skep
Bad dropped to his knees and clutched his stomach as he cried and guilt tore through his veins.
Skeppy stayed at normal height for a while, till he got too far from light and the mobs were out. He shrunk down to small sized and kept on his way.
He would be gone for about a year.
*
When Skeppy returned again he was met with a destroyed mansion. Oh.
Skeppy called for Bad. Bad ran down and gasped at the house. “Skeppy I didn’t know-” Skeppy hadn’t expected to come back with Bad in so much fear. He could feel it radiating off Bad in the way his fingers wrapped around the handle of his sword with enough force to turn his knuckles white at any sound he heard.
Something was wrong.
“How could you not know our house was removed!?” Skeppy yelled, “It’s our house!”
“It hasn’t been our house in a long time. It was my house.”
“I spent day and night building it.” Skeppy said, raising a brow.
Dream logged onto the server, “Skeppy!” Bad yelled.
“Bad,” he was at normal height and appeared more human, with blue diamond shards protruding through parts of his body, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Dream…he’s gonna kill me.”
“What are you talking about?”
Bad explained to Skeppy everything happened and Skeppy saw Dream. He managed to keep Bad away from it for a while but it all failed and Dream started messing with them.
Once Bad had reached his limit, Dream left and Skeppy comforted him for a while.
As the days went by they worked on their house and everything was nice.
Skeppy said he needed to leave for a few days, but he was back again. He wouldn’t leave again.
He even let them fall back into their banter of Trolls and dinners and even cuddles.
Everything was fine until Skeppy found a signed book by Dream. He was asked to go to the prison and he did. It wasn’t hard to sneak in when he could shrink himself down.
“Hello?” Skeppy asked and Dream entered the main room.
“Oh hey! I just wanted to talk to you!” Dream said and Skeppy grew back to height.
“You never talk to me, Dream and if this is some plan to use me to kill Bad, I won’t stand for it. Take my lives for all I care, just don’t hurt Bad.”
Dream chuckled, “I don’t want to kill you or Bad. I just want to get to know you, Skep.”
Skeppy rolled his eyes, “you’re evil. I’m not stupid.”
“Did Bad tell you what they did to me?”
“I thought he was.. joking.” Skeppy finally looked at Dream. He could see scar after scar. Skeppy stepped back a little. “Bad actually let this shit happen to you?”
“He did.” Dream nodded. “He didn’t care. He never has if it doesn’t hurt him. He killed you Skeppy! In cold blood!”
Skeppy saw the tips of his fingers turning red. “He did. He did kill me.”
“You know, I never liked the egg till I saw how strong it made you. So I made sure it was gone, but the part of it that gave you those metaphoric wings of strength will always remain. I control life around here, Skep.” Dream put a hand on Skeppy’s shoulder, “And Bad has ruined yours. So I want to help you get it fixed.”
Skeppy’s now red eyes looked into Dream’s no longer masked green eyes, “Let’s do it then.”
*
“Where have you been?” Bad asked as a very blue Skeppy entered the mansion.
“I was out.” Skeppy spoke coldly.
“Out where, there is a killer out there.”
“Maybe you have the wrong idea about who’s actually bad here.” Skeppy said, making his way to his room. Bad just stared at where he was with a lot of confusion.
*
“Will you look at me at all this week?” Bad asked and Skeppy looked up from his breakfast, across the table to Bad, meeting his white eyes.
Bad felt a cold chill down his spine as Skeppy stood up and walked out, “I’m going out.”
“Where?” Bad asked, his voice desperate. “Where have you been going all week?”
“I’m going to see Dream.” Skeppy’s eyes shone red for a moment before he left.
Bad didn’t follow him.
He felt like he couldn’t breathe.
*
After a week of being gone, Skeppy was back. Red Skeppy. And he had a sword to Bad’s throat. “I’m tired of you hurting people and not caring.”
“Skeppy..” Bad whispered, “Skeppy please. Please don’t take my life.”
“A life for a life, right?” Skeppy asked. “You took mine in cold blood!”
“I was trying to save you. You weren’t meant to die!”
“I’m going to kill you, Bad.” Skeppy said and took the ring off his finger, putting it in Bad’s palm. They both heard the sound of two bows pulling back.
Then shooting.
Then it all went dark. The only other sound was metal falling to the ground.
They’ll see each other again.
They always do.