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“But… What if he changes his mind?” Bad pursed his lips, standing at the window and looking into the distance, at the sun rising over the horizon.
This sentence was followed by a collective-tired sigh, forcing him to turn around and fold his arms across his chest, glaring at his friends, his groomsmen, in annoyance.
“Don't roll your eyes! I'm serious!” he exclaimed desperately.
“Bad,” Sapnap folded his hands in a prayerful gesture. “If you don’t believe me as a friend, believe me as your and Skeppy’s canonical son. He loves you.”
Scenes like this happened regularly, but everyone in this room hoped that today was the last day for such questions.
After all, today was Bad and Skeppy's wedding day.
After that, when on the fingers of both of them will be physical evidence that they are loved, and maybe this circus with "maybe he's just joking?" will finally end.
“You can’t know for sure, Sapnap,” Bad adjusted his glasses, to which the Texan leaned back on the sofa and covered his face with his hands, howling loudly.
Dream, having decided something for himself, got up from the overcrowded sofa, allowing Quackity to happily plop down from his uncomfortable handle into the vacant seat.
“Bad,” Dream came up to him, smoothing the jacket of his wedding suit and putting his hands on Bad’s shoulders. “We do know for certain that Skeppy loves you. He's been looking forward to meeting you for years, he was the one who asked you out. His proposal to you, in which he even involved Jimmy, was the sincerest gesture of love I have ever seen, even if it was prepared months in advance and filmed.
“But the white horse was too much,” Quackity put in his two cents, and Bad chuckled, remembering how his fiancé had clumsily tried to hold on to a bit stubborn animal.
But after that, he once again became sad, lowering his head.
“What if it's all just for the video? If it's one of his stupid pranks?”
"Oh, then I'll kill him," hissed George from the couch, for which he received a slap on the back of the head from Quackity.
“He promised this one day without pranks, right?” Sapnap reminded him encouragingly.
“But what if he lied?” asked Bad, nervously clutching the bottom edge of his jacket.
“Look, if you love him, you need to trust this promise,” Dream began. “And I know you can do it. Push that fear away and enjoy today to the fullest: everyone knows how much you've been looking forward to it. I'm sure, even if Skeppy had such thoughts, he wouldn't do anything wrong.”
Bad looked up at him and smiled timidly.
“But also, you know,” George came up to them. “No matter what happens, we won’t let you get hurt.”
“Gogy and I, we even made up a backup plan,” Quackity winked at him, jumping up from the sofa to playfully lay his head on Bad’s shoulder.
Eyes of all standing people turned to Sapnap, now sitting alone in the center of the sofa, and he stood up, not wanting to endure the silence that hung in anticipation of his reaction.
“I didn’t think I needed to back it up with words, but if I have to physically drag Skeppy to the altar to make you happy, I will.”
“You guys…” Bad sobbed. “Thank you.”
They all hugged him, and he felt safe, no matter what would happen this afternoon.
***
"This is a very bad idea," Spifey said.
“But very much in your style,” encouraged Finn, who flew in from England for this event. “This is not… exactly evil, but it will bring views.”
“Said the one who wanted to wear a wedding dress, and stream his own POV of the wedding at the banquet,” snorted Tapl. “You do you, but today is a very important day for Skeppy, and therefore only he can understand whether or not this is acceptable.”
"Shut up, all of you," Skeppy exclaimed. “Aren’t you supposed to be comforting me here and telling me that everything will be fine and that this is the happiest day of my life?”
“So you know it yourself,” Finnster waved him off, adjusting the evening gown he bought a couple of days ago, the color of which was changing from red to blue in a gradient.
“I repeat for the last time,” Skeppy sighed deeply. “The only thing I want to do is joke. Verbally. Troll guests. I already said how.”
"But are you sure Bad won't take that as a rejection?" Spifey asked cautiously. “He asked you to manage without pranks today.”
"Of course he won't," Skeppy waved him off. “I’ll just say “no” during the vows, take a dramatic pause, and after a couple of seconds I’ll say something like: “of course I don’t deserve such a wonderful person, and I’m extremely happy that he chose me”. It's not even a prank, it's a little joke on the guests! Bad knows that I love him!”
“Please think again,” Spifey pleaded. “It's not too late to change your mind.”
"I'll think about it," Skeppy nodded. “After all, one word can’t lead to the end of the world, can it?”
A blue bouquet plucked from Finnster's hands flew into his head and he caught it laughing and smiled stupidly as he looked at the flowers neatly tied together.
Today Bad will become his. Forever.
It all started with a stupid joke, let it be crowned with it.
******
Although a lot of usually extremely loud guests were sitting in front of the arch, there was an enchanted silence, interrupted only by the quiet rustle of grass and flower petals on the arch.
“Now you can exchange vows,” the officiant said, nodding to Bad to start first.
“Dear Skeppy,” Bad took the ring in his hands and stared at the diamond on it, not looking up yet. “Our acquaintance was an accident. An accident that forever proved to me how just one action can change so many lives.”
Somewhere behind him, Dream sighed, knowing exactly what he meant, but for those two who were now standing in the center, nothing existed except the person in front of them.
“But then,” Bad looked up with his shining green eyes, and Skeppy's heart stopped for a moment. “I accepted the application of one muffinhead who wanted to be a moderator, and it changed my world forever. You make me cry and laugh, get angry and smile, and I would never trade that for anything.” Without looking, he lifted Skeppy's hand and put the ring on his finger. “I love you, Skeppy. I do.”
Bad started to let go of his hand, but Skeppy intertwined their fingers, not wanting this moment to end.
But, after a couple of seconds, Bad himself gently slipped out of this touch, and continued to look at him, smiling happily and waiting for his words.
The officiant nodded to Skeppy that he could start, and he looked around the crowd searching for the camera aimed at them, returned to reality and remembered his plan.
“Please think again. It's not too late to change your mind!” Spifey's voice in his head whispered warningly, and Skeppy turned to Bad, picking up the ring.
“I know that many people are asking the same question today,” he looked up at the sun above them and squinted as he made his decision, took a breath and said firmly:
“And my answer is no, I don't.”
He paused, waiting for the reaction of the crowd. Screams, sighs, confusion, as always in the course of his jokes.
“No, I don’t know how I deserved the love of this bright person in front of me, and I will live every second trying to become the best version of myself for him,” he repeated his next line in his head, thinking when it would be the best time to continue.
But only footsteps were heard in front of him, and he quickly opened his eyes, expecting something completely different.
In front of Bad, who turned away from him, three people stood up, looking at him with burning fury: Dream, Sapnap and Quackity.
“Can I continue? You're interrupting me,” Skeppy began, but was quickly stopped.
"You've said more than enough, Skeppy," Dream spat, stepping closer and now towering over him intimidatingly. “Everyone heard your answer clearly and distinctly.”
Bad was still standing, turned away from him, and because of the groomsmen who decided to join the game so untimely, he was completely out of reach.
“It was a joke!” Skeppy tried to defend himself. “I wanted to say that "no, I don't know what I did to deserve such a wonderful..."”
"That's because you really don't deserve him," Sapnap said quietly but menacingly. “What did he ask you for, Skeppy?”
There was a long silence.
It was especially awkward, even for guests who had no idea what they were talking about.
But Bad spoke up.
“I asked you,” he said, turning and letting the wet streaks of tears shine on his face. “To live one day without pranking, and at LEAST for only this one day, there won’t be any of your stupid jokes!”
All Skeppy wanted at this moment was fall to his knees and beg. He wanted to apologize for not discussing all this with his fiancé first, for acting like an idiot.
But he didn't get to do it.
George, who until then seemed nowhere to be found, slammed a plate of salad, which he bringed all the way from a nearby banquet table, into his face.
“Is everyone laughing now? Is it as funny as the way he changed his mind, like a girl changes clothes?” he exclaimed, looking invitingly into the crowd, in which some of the guests had already begun to giggle nervously. “So let's give Skeppy what he wanted on his wedding day - lots of very funny jokes. Just like that one I just did!”
Karl was the first to follow his lead just a few seconds later, throwing one of the flowers that were laying in front of the archway at Skeppy, and almost everyone stood behind him, taking their phones and cameras out of their pockets and starting to look around for something that could be thrown at him.
Skeppy quickly looked around - Bad, Dream and Quackity were nowhere to be seen, almost they dispawned. George stood up, now holding what looked like a bat in his hand.
Skeppy… Just royally messed everything up, didn't he?
The guests began to slowly approach the arch, but Tommy jumped forward and spread his arms out to the sides, indicating everyone to stop. After the movement slowed down, he stood up straight, theatrically brushed off the invisible dust from the suit and proudly, looking Skeppy straight in the eyes, said loudly:
“Skeppy, listen to me, and I mean this in the nicest way possible… You fucked up.”
And after that, Skeppy, squeezing the ring that was never put on Bad's finger in his fist, ran from there, just to get out of this hell.
He needed to run away from the angry guests and find Bad.
And then apologize.
And then, if possible, continue the ceremony.
“Bad trusted you, and you!..” shouted, it seemed, Velvet.
“You're yes then you're no. You told us you were serious for once but next thing we know you are trolling for the sake of the video again!” Ant echoed him.
Skeppy tried to cover his ears, but that made it even harder to run, and he tried to just concentrate on the ring in his hand and trying to remember the layout of this damn place.
Where was the exit, where did Bad go…
“Yes, Jimmy,” Karl's breathless voice came from behind him. “Yes, I filmed everything! The video “HELPING A STREAMER ESCAPE A SCUFFED WEDDING AND GIVING HIM THE BEST VACATION” will be a masterpiece! I'm already running back to you!”
Skeppy turned as far as he could and saw Karl running back to the arch.
Exactly.
The only exit was on the other side of the venue.
After making a 180 turn, which was not difficult because most of the pursuers had already broken away at this point, and the rest was far behind trying to find something to throw at his back, he wiped his face with a blue decorative handkerchie from his suit pocket and headed back after Karl.
Mr. Beast could very well take matters into his own hands, but with Dream, especially when he's very keen on something...
They will have a plane to go wherever they want in less than an hour.
Karl, having reached the exit earlier, jumped into Sapnap's car and fell silent, while Skeppy, running out onto the road at the entrance to the parking area near the venue, froze.
Bad got on the motorcycle and Karl, who took a camera from the car and apparently decided to remember his past as an operator, filmed Mr. Beast saying in his usual video style:
“Today we're helping Bad escape from a wedding that didn't go according to plan!” Jimmy said jovially. “Bad, where do you want to go? Anywhere, we will arrange everything!”
“I just want to get away from here,” Bad said indifferently, starting the motorcycle.
“Wait!” Skeppy exclaimed, refinding his voice at last. “I’m so sorry, please, just let’s go back!”
“And here is the negligent groom!” Jimmy continued as if nothing had happened, pointing to move the camera to Skeppy. “He doesn’t even know that if he says no just once, the ceremony is interrupted and annulled.”
"Wh-" began Skeppy, but mentally tore his hair out.
Exactly. He saw a Tik Tok about it once.
“But why…” breathed Skeppy, ready to burst into tears right there.
“Why?” Dream shouted, who, as it turned out, was also standing nearby, and gave him a slap in the face. “You don't even understand! You're hot then you're cold!”
“You're yes then you're no!” shouted George, who was barely restrained by one of the guests.
“You're in then you're out!” Sapnap yelled and now everyone understood what kind of song they were trying to recreate.
“You're up then you're down!” the guests, led by Tommy, who already caught up to them, merrily picked up.
Skeppy, on the other hand, looked at Bad, to whom Quackity approached and asked in a loud voice:
“Can I go to the airport with you? And a little kiss, maybe?”
“I don't see why not,” Bad, still ringless, showed his bare hand. “I am single now, after all.”
Bad quickly pressed his lips to the lips of a slightly taken aback Quackity, and then nodded to the second helmet in the back, which was always there if Skeppy decided to drive with him somewhere.
And then Skeppy’s mind became foggy.
Bad left; Dream Team and Jimmy's team followed the roar of his motorbike.
Skeppy remained on his knees in the middle of the road, looking in the direction they went.
And then he saw the light of a car that was driving straight at him, headlights shining and honking.
But he didn't want to leave the road.
What for?
The light filled his entire vision and he blinked, wondering why he still was alive.
And then he lowered his gaze, ceasing to look at the sun, and met the impatient look of green eyes directed at him.
Exactly. A wedding, a vow, no nightmare visions of a possible future was real.
…Yet.
“So… what is the question that all of us are asking, Skeppy? You said we all had a question before you decided to play a staring game with the sun,” shouted Tommy from somewhere.
“Sorry, I couldn’t stand the way my fiancé was shining today, and decided to look at the less bright sun.” Kind chuckles went through the rows, and Skeppy smiled, realizing that this little funny compliment was much better than his whole troll idea. “May I start over?”
“Go ahead,” the officiate nodded, and Skeppy, with a deep sigh, began.
“I admired you from the day I first heard your voice on the video, and from that moment I tried to prove to you and the world that I am worthy. Worthy to talk to you, worthy to be your friend, worthy to meet you in real life, worthy to date you and propose to you, and here I am standing here holding your hand and still wondering what feat I did in a past life to be next to you now,” Skeppy put a ring on Bad's finger, not even trying to hide the way his hands were trembling. “Everyone calls you Badboyhalo, but I see your halo in your every smile and gesture, my beautiful angel.”
Skeppy looked up from their hands, smiling into Bad's warm eyes.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve your love, but I love you more in return. I do.”
“By the power invested in me I pronounce you two partners in marriage. You may now ki…” began to officiate, but Skeppy and Bad had already closed their lips, not listening to him, nor the loud cheering of the crowd. “Kiss your husband.”
After a few seconds of a soft kiss, Bad broke away from him and indignantly asked:
“Hey, what did you mean by 'love more'? I am the one who loves you more!”
“No, I am!” Skeppy playfully stuck out his tongue, glancing at the Bad best men.
And he swallowed convulsively, catching a glimpse of George discreetly dropping the bat he had previously leaned against the arch.
Skeppy made the right decision this time.
“Shut up, you muffinhead! I lo…” Skeppy interrupted Bad with another kiss, as happy as a man could be.