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Skeppy’s seen a lot of weird things in his life, but a pure white version of his demonic best friend definitely takes the cake. He was sitting at the bar, drinking some wine.
Sapnap noticed his surprise and decided to explain. “Yeah, Bad’s opposite switched places with him.”
Skeppy quickly looked at him. “What?”
“Yeah, we don’t know how it happened, just act natural.” As Sapnap talked about him, Quackity seemed to have decided to be confident and approach the… angel version of Bad.
Judging by the way the guy leaned away from Quackity, he didn’t like him. Didn’t seem like they were that many differences then, Skeppy almost laughed.
“His name’s Goodboyhalo apparently,” he looked at Sapnap in surprise, before looking back at ‘Goodboyhalo’ who stood up and turned around. If he had to guess, it saw him because he suddenly started walking in their direction. Sapnap didn’t seem to notice, too busy on his phone. Skeppy thought about telling him, before deciding not to. He wanted to see how this would play out.
“-because he’s Bad’s opposite he swea-”
“Hey,” suddenly Good was right in front of them, which almost made Sapnap drop his phone. Skeppy stifled a laugh with a cough, which Goodboyhalo ignored. “you’re that dumbass’s best friend or some shit right? The one who disappeared an hour ago or something.”
Skeppy blinked, then looked around as if to make sure it was talking to him. Good grit his teeth, frustrated. Even though he was confused, Skeppy nodded.
“Ok, let’s pretend to get along because that stupid fuck behind me won’t get the damn hint.” Good pointed behind him at Quackity, who was walking towards them with a smug grin.
“You didn’t answer my question, are you a good boy-”
Good looked pained for a brief moment, before anger took over and he turned behind him, grabbing Quackity by his jacket to look at him in the eyes.
“Look you little shit, I don’t fucking care who this alternate version of me is or what relationship you had, I. am. not. your. friend, do I make that clear, shithead? Or do I have to kick some of your teeth in? Maybe even bash it into your skull just to get the message through.”
Quackity looked shocked.
Good didn’t bother to hear his response, he threw him to the ground, which caught the attention of other members. Good brushed himself off, then turned back to look at Skeppy as if nothing happened.
“So, what’s your name?”
This was… the start of an interesting week.
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“Roleplay? About an egg?”
“Bad came up with it.” Skeppy explained. On second thought, maybe trying to get Good to roleplay wasn’t his best idea.
“Sounds like shit.” Good responded, and Skeppy just about lost his patience.
“Well, you’re going to act in this whether you like it or not.”
Good probably would’ve snapped his neck if he could, looking at him that fast. “WHAT THE FU- I can’t act for shit!”
Just as he said, he was terrible at it. Maybe being brutally honest at times made him that way. Or maybe he just wanted to insult people, who knows.
—
“Damn, you got some cake.” Sapnap froze for a second, then turned around. Good was looking at him, amused. “You got more cake than that other guy called Quackity. Though that’s a pretty low bar.”
Somewhere on the smp, Quackity sneezed.
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“Yeah, so then I said “fuck you, bitch!” And flipped him off. He then closed the door on me like a little BITCH and told me that I was no longer welcome in his house, so I started shouting more cuss words and used a trident to fly away from that sad blue bastard.”
Tommy looked at him, stuck between laughing or just straight up asking what the actual fuck was wrong with him. Good didn’t notice and continued his story.
“Then he finds me like two days later and apologizes before asking me to move back in. I mean, can you believe that? After I just moved to a new cave then he comes to find me. Couldn’t even wait a week before he comes crawling. I was like “bitch you better get on your knees and suck my-”
Tommy quickly interrupted, “OKAYYY- WE’RE MOVING ON NOW!”
Good crossed his arms and scoffed. “Damn, we were just getting to the good part…”
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The final straw was when he sabotaged Schlatt’s- or well, Glatt’s new country opening. He pushed him off the podium, where he now stood above Glatt, with a cruel smile.
Glatt, who could deal with more than two chaotic people at a time, looked very annoyed, but then suddenly his expression changed. Good looked at his surprised face in confusion, before turning around.
He was met with an axe coming down on his head.
Technoblade stood there in all his glory, with the sun slowly rising behind him. Slowly, he spoke, “I may hate governments, but this ‘Goodboyhalo’… it scares me more than any dictator.”
Tommy suddenly stepped up behind him, looking nervous. “Hey uh, can I have that axe back now?”
Before Technoblade could respond, something spawned in front of him. Badboyhalo.
He looked up at everyone, surprised.
“Bad?” Skeppy asked, hopeful.
“Uh, hi?“ Bad responded, looking at everyone in confusion.
“DAD! YOU’RE BACK!” Sapnap shouted, full on ready to jump on Bad and never let go.
“WAIT WAIT!” Bad shouted. Everyone stopped. “Does anyone know where the bathroom is? There was this weird guy who looked and sounded like George that forced me to drink around twenty cups of coffee a day.”
Dream was in disbelief. “What the fuck…”
“Language.”