Requested by * :) this is hanahaki. sorry if its short
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⚠️ blood, depression(?), hanahaki

No One's POV

Skeppy doesn't have a clue about the current situation with Bad.

Every day, Bad slowly kills himself as his crush on Skeppy worsens. Every laugh, every smile, every call, it only becomes worse.

His stream doesn't help too. Everywhere he streams, there is always something representing Skeppy. Oh, Skeppy. What have you done to Bad?

Now here he sits, trying his best to not throw up blood and flower petals. Skeppy is giggling at him, trolling around in his server as Bad slowly dies in person.

"Skeppy! What are you doing!? Undo this right now!" Bad scowls Skeppy, making the younger one chuckle and continue his trolls.

"This looks much better!" Skeppy hums as he flies around the map.

Bad hears a donation suddenly and he looks to another monitor to read it. "Hi Bad! Just wanted to say I adore your friendship with Skeppy! Yeah, he is a muffin, but I'm sure you both love each other-"

Bad's heart skids to a stop as he suddenly feels a rush of petals and blood run up his throat. His eyes widen and tears prick near the edges. 'No! No! No' Bad's mind races.

He drops everything, forgetting his stream and Skeppy. He slams his desk suddenly and leans over to grab a nearby trash can he kept. Everyone's hearts stop as they hear Bad gagging and softly whimpering in the back.

"Bad!? Bad!?" Skeppy stops everything and he opens up Bad's stream. He can hear him puke but wasn't responding. "Bad! What is going on!? Are you okay!?"

A tear slides down his cheek as his throat roars with pain. His eyes drop and he bites his bottom lip as he sees the petals now turning into stems and vines.

Skeppy pulls up the stream. What Bad didn't know, is that his facecam suddenly turned on and his stream can now barely see Bad out of the view. He is leaning over with his back to the camera. A trashcan in his hands and on the corner of his lips, blood trails down his skin.

"B-Bad?" Skeppy whispers and his eyes widen in horror. Dark bags circle Bad's eyes and tears are falling down his cheeks.

Bad slowly turns, causing the stream to get a good look at him. Bad sighs and shakes his head, wiping the blood off his face with his sleeve. "S-Sorry Skeppy... I'm back..." His throat is hoarse.

He looks over at the chat. Right when his eyes widen again, he gasps and looks at the camera. He then moves his eyes to his monitors and suddenly the stream ends. He leaves the TeamSpeak, not bothering to listen to Skeppy, who is calling for Bad and crying to know what just happened.

Bad shuts down his PC, grabbing his phone and goes to the bathroom. There, he begins to cry even more and he cleans himself up.

His phone begins to ring. He looks down to see Skeppy calling him.

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35 missed calls and 53 text messages from Skeppy, and still counting. His phone sits on the tile in front of him as he is curled up by the bathtub. The bath has puddles of blood and petals and small drips of blood dripping from his lips.

He can read the messages, watching as his phone never goes dim.

Skeppy: BAD
BAD
BAD
BAD
BAD
WHAT
THE
FUCK
BAD
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT
ARE YOU OAKY???
BAD
IM REALLY WORRIED RIGHT NOW
WHY WERE YOU BLEEDING
PLEASE ANSWER ME
BAD
IM SERIOUS
PLEASE
I NEED TO KNOW IF YOURE OKAY
BAD
PLEASE
DARRYL
DARRYL
OH MY GOD
DARRYL
PLEASE
ANSWER MY CALLS
PICK UP
YOURE MAKING ME REALLY WORRIED RIGHT NOW
DARRYL
PLEASE
DARRYL ISTG IF YOU DONT ANSWER I WILL FIND YOUR ADDRESS AND DRIVE OVER THERE RIGHT NOW IF YOU DONT ANSWER

Incoming call from Skeppy
[Accept] [Decline]

"H-Hello..."Bad whispers. His phone is slowly trembling from his hand as he clutches his phone. His arms are digging around his legs as he hides his chin in his sleeve.

"Bad! Oh my- do you need me to go over to you right now?! I'm really worried right now. What was that blood?" Skeppy's voice cracks a few times. Bad's heart pains when hearing Skeppy sob slightly.

"I-I'm sorry..." Bad whispers again, pushing his glasses up as he stares at the tiles below him.

"W-What? Why are you sorry? Please, Bad, tell me you're okay?" Skeppy asks.

Bad contemplates. His mind goes to different scenarios. If he confesses, maybe Skeppy actually likes him back and his stupid disease will go away. But maybe, Skeppy will not and he will die slowly and painfully.

"Bad?"

"I have a disease... hanahaki disease..."

Skeppy's heart stops. His breath hitches. Hanahaki. He's heard of it before. He's read stories but he never believed it to be true. Hanahaki...

"The flower t-thing?" Skeppy's voice quivers. He pulls his legs up on his chair and stares at the monitor in front of him.

Bad slowly nods, slouching back on the floor and leaning his head against the tub. "Yeah..."

"Oh my god... w-who is it?"

"..."

"Bad?"

"..."

"Darryl?"

"... it's you." And then he hangs up.

wc: 887