Change

Chapter O: Change

(Art not mine. By ChyChy.)

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The house looked abandoned as no lights were present from the exterior. Inside was a wreck. There were empty chip bags scattered along the floor, clothes hadn't been washed in over a week, and dust had built up on the many furniture throughout the house. The people on the smp knew Bad was a freak when it came to cleaning. Everyone who had visited the mansion always complimented on how lovely it looked, so seeing it in the obnoxious state it was was stirring up worry.

Another thing that was worrying was Bad himself. His smile seemed to be forced as he barely payed attention to anyone or anything anymore. It started when a new member joined the smp, specifically Skeppy's new friend. She was quite beautiful, having long brown hair, beautiful lashes, and bright blue eyes. Anyone could see she was gorgeous. Bad knew this and that's what made it difficult. Everytime he would try and hang out with Skeppy, she would always be there, latching on to him like he used to. Bad saw this and instantly knew that feeling. She liked Skeppy.

So after about what felt like the 50th time trying to get Skeppy's attention, he gave up. He finally stopped and locked himself up in his room. No one ever saw him unless it was to get more food supplies. Those little trips stopped after a few more weeks.

Puffy was the first one to try. She knocked on his door calling out about how he needed to get fresh air instead of cramping himself in his room all day. He ignored her. Quackity was second, saying he wanted to catch up on things between the two. He ignored him. Next came Sapnap, then George, Dream, Ant, and so on. Bad ignored all of them.

Bad was currently doing what he always did. Curled up on his bed staring at the wall beside him. Blankets pushed in the corner and clothes pooling around the floor. His eyes were dry, no more tears left to cry. Bad never moved unless it was to go to the bathroom or grab a knife from the desk beside him. Sometimes he would get up and make his way over to the mirror that was the only entertainment. Bad would stare at himself, giving out small chuckles. The voices in his head shouted 'pathetic.'

Now Bad was not crazy but he felt like he was. Those voices seemed to get louder everyday. The more he heard it, the more he started to believe in the things it said. Particularly when he heard 'They don't care Bad. Let's show them who we truly are. Just a bit of fun won't hurt, right? Trust me.'

Bad's tail flipped around aggressively. His claws went to his head, scratching skin off to where blood would stream down his face. He would look back up at the mirror and stare into his black pitch eyes. Then white. Then back to black.

"Let me help you."

Black eyes took concern in the white ones.

Bad tried to speak but lack of talking for weeks ceased him from doing so.

The image in the mirror seemed to move closer as it reached out to touch the front.

"Trust me."

Bad's hand trembled while his eyes scanned around the room widely. The shaking got more violent and he reacted with pure rage. A shatter could be heard throughout the house, echoing down the silent halls upon reaching the outside.

Silence seemed to overtake the smp. Everyone stopped in their tracks, looking down at the dark presence which entered the chat.

'Goodboyhalo joined the game.'

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Note: I am writing this as I go so some things might sound weird? I don't know. I'm kinda writing this for bettering my writing. So I may edit some chapters as I go on. Thank you for reading. I'll try to update quickly.

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