#badboyhalo fic

[mayrine]

Third fic fight fic!!!!

Title: The Diamond In You

Summary:

In a world full of hybrids, Skeppy is one of the rarest one there is, a diamond hybrid! And he plans to keep that a secret

Unfortunately for him however, Bad has a weird interest in block hybrids.

💎happy duo

💎Bakery/Hybrid AU

💎Diamond hybrid Skeepy and Demon hybrid Bad

💎2.7 k

[namecantbeblank]

IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRICLE!

For my return I've finally finished the third installment of my bbh hurt/comfort fic. While I had to rush to bring it to a close, it is here!

Enjoy and happy holidays :]

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Summary:

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Totems don't fix all wounds, this is true.

But friends, family, and breakfast in bed just might.

[thepenguisalive7]

Richas, I’m sorry someone put your 4halo fic in the library

[gangsteri-aine]

The Thrill of the Hunt

“Oh, I can't wait to watch your life fade from your beady little eyeballs,” Foolish says, the word wait sounds more like snap with the way Foolish's teeth clash together. His eyes flick around Bad’s face before returning to his eyes. “And I can’t wait to gaze into your beautiful gumdrop eyes while your giant muscular arms are ripping me apart,” Bad says as he takes half a step forward as he speaks and leans in closer. His tail swipes up from behind him and reaches to touch Foolish’s bicep. or; Bad is ready to hunted down

ao3

Bad has experienced several executions during his lifetime; as a witness, as an executioner and as the executionee. But he doesn’t think he has ever been as excited as he is for this one.

And he's not the only one. 

There is a crowd gathered below the castle stairs, anxiously waiting to see Bad die. Or “pay for his crimes” as they would say. 

It’s not the biggest crowd that has watched Bad be executed but it’s decent. A lot of people showed up.

And all of them don’t even want him dead! That’s slightly surprising. 

Pili is standing in the front crowd, his eyes keep jumping between Bad and the axe on Bad’s neck. He’s holding his own axe tightly in his paws, and Bad knows his inventory is filled with potions. He would fight for Bad which is nice. He didn’t seem to understand Bad’s eagerness for the execution.

Pili didn’t understand that the point wasn’t dying. It was what came before that.

Up on top of the stairs, Bad is standing with his back straight and tail calmy swishing back and forth. Every once in a while, it hits Sneeg’s ankle. The first time Bad’s tail touched him, Sneeg got startled enough to jump a little but every time after that he just scowled at Bad and tightened his hold on his battleaxe. That’s boring, Bad thought his jumpiness was funny. 

On the other hand it’s probably good that Sneeg isn’t that jumpy. It would be a shame if Bad got executed before it was the right time. You see, Sneeg’s axe had been steadily placed against Bad’s neck ever since they climbed up the castle stairs. 

Owen is standing on the other side of Sneeg. His axe is not pointed towards Bad at the moment; he's too focused on following Foolish’s movements as he readies himself for his speech.

Speaking of the only reason Bad hasn’t started running yet; Foolish looks magnificent in his hunting outfit. It perfectly matches his emerald eyes and highlights his strong arms. In Bad’s opinion, it’s one of the best outfits Foolish has ever worn in one of Bad’s executions. 

He is standing a bit further away on Bad’s other side, against Ros’ wishes. She would have wanted Sneeg to stand between them for Foolish's safety but Foolish had waved off the idea. According to him he wanted to show his beloved subjects that he wasn't afraid of Bad, that he was in control of the situation. But Bad knows that Foolish wanted him to stand there for other reasons. The same reasons why Bad would have chosen to stand there himself.

He wanted to be close to Bad. 

But this wasn’t close enough, there were still several feet between them. Much too much space. 

“Hello my dear friends!” Foolish yells. The king's speech has officially started. Bad can’t wait for it to end. Everyone below them in the crowd quiets down and nervously moves their attention to their king. "Welcome, everyone, to our first official execution Monday!" 

Foolish pauses as if to wait for applause and cheering to stop. In reality, only Ros and Tango let out a delighted whoops and cheers. Most of the other people clap their hands unenthusiastically; they seem confused. Maybe this is their first execution, they will understand the thrill and excitement later.

Foolish doesn’t let the awkwardness of the crowd bother him. Instead, he turns his body slightly towards Bad as if to address him but he’s still speaking to everyone around them. His attention is still mostly on his subjects and Bad doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like sharing Foolish. That attention is supposed to be on him. 

"Bad, you have mercilessly murdered-"

"Not murdered. They were all accidents," Bad helpfully points out tilts his head towards Foolish. 

Foolish pauses his speech and narrows his eyes. Bad can’t help but to smile at his annoyance. Excellent, Bad has his attention now. 

"Fine. You have accidently but mercilessly slaughtered numerous people and have been sentenced by court to death via a royal hunt." Foolish rolls his ‘r’ on the word royal and waves his arms upwards as if he’s imagining a title screen for Bad’s death. 

The crowd below them lets out a surprised gasp. Bad doesn’t know how many of them actually knew what kind of execution they came here to watch. 

Also, there is no court. At least not one that ruled this death sentence; Foolish came up with the idea a week ago and proposed it Bad. He was almost more excited about it than Foolish was. He even gave Foolish a couple of ideas on how to make the execution into a real spectacle. 

“You now have a chance to say your last words,” Foolish drops his 'speaking to the public' voice and steps closer to Bad. “Maybe start by apologizing for murdering your king. Maybe that will help you to get closer to Heaven.”

Bad almost laughs, Foolish would never even entertain the idea of Bad getting back to Heaven. To him, Bad has always been a demon.

“I,” Bad starts before turning to look deep into Foolish's shining emerald eyes. He can feel the anticipation emanating from the crowd, and Sneeg's axe follows his movement, “have done nothing wrong.”

Foolish tilts his head upwards and lets out an exasperated noise of frustration. And he's not the only one, many of the people watching, waiting for him to be hunted down, let out annoyed yelps. Next to him, Sneeg rolls his eyes and lets out a huff.

With Sneeg’s focus broken, Bad doesn’t miss a beat to side step his battleaxe and take a long stride towards Foolish. 

There is panicked shuffling around them. Sneeg, no doubt, rushing after him and other members of the kingdom pulling out their weapons. 

But no one manages to do anything to stop him before he's face to face with Foolish. That’s what you get by not training your guards properly. Kingdom full of fools, truly.

Foolish doesn’t move. He doesn’t even flinch. 

There is only a foot between them now. Bad still wants to be closer. 

He locks eyes with Foolish and sees the same hatred he feels. The same wanting. The same... something else. Even after all these years they have never managed to name that feeling.

Foolish waves his hand and all movement around them stops. Bad can feel everyone watching them but he doesn’t care. Foolish’s eyes are on him. That’s all that matters. 

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Bad repeats, his voice lowered this time. 

“Just admit you fucked up, you scumbag!” Foolish spats out and leans a little closer. His eyes are flashing in a way that tells Bad that he has also forgotten everyone else around them; that he’s ready for the hunt to start.

The hidden excitement in Foolish’s eyes almost makes Bad smile but he forces his face to morph into an expression that can only be described as a pout. He can’t let Foolish see that easily how happy Bad is about this. That’s not how this works. “Language.”

Foolish rolls his eyes but they quickly return to Bad's face. Like he physically can’t look away for longer than he has to. 

“Oh, I can't wait to watch your life fade from your beady little eyeballs,” Foolish says, the word wait sounds more like snap with the way Foolish's teeth clash together. His eyes flick around Bad’s face before returning to his eyes.

“And I can’t wait to gaze into your beautiful gumdrop eyes while your giant muscular arms are ripping me apart,” Bad says as he takes half a step forward as he speaks and leans in closer. His tail swipes up from behind him and reaches to touch Foolish’s bicep.

Surprisingly, Foolish doesn’t slap his tail away. Instead, he lets it rest on his arm. 

Bad can't tell whether everyone around them has gone deadly quiet or if his ears have just decided that nothing apart from Foolish matters. Which is true. Nothing else matters right now. 

“You,” Foolish starts as he in turn leans in closer to Bad. Bad knows Foolish is not doing it deliberately; he never really thinks when they are like this. And neither does Bad, he just does what feels right in the moment. Their noses are almost touching now. “are a freak.”

Bad can’t stop the excited grin spreading on his face “Don’t act like you don’t want that too.”

Foolish doesn’t answer but there is a small smile tugging on his lips. 

“Never in a million years,” Foolish says and lets the smile take over his face. Bad feels his own grin widen. 

“I can’t wait for you to hunt me down,” Bad mumbles. They are close enough that Foolish definitely feels Bad’s breath on his face. 

“Then start running,” Foolish snarls, his sharp shark teeth shine in the setting sun.

Bad tilts his head a little to the side, bumping their noses together. He doesn’t need to look at Foolish to know his eyes flick down for a fraction of a second. Before Foolish can move or say anything else, Bad quickly whips around and lets his tail smack Foolish in the face. 

Foolish lets out a surprised yelp but Bad can’t stay to laugh at his expression. 

“You motherfucker! That was my royal nose!” Foolish yells after him as he sprints down the castle stairs. 

Everyone in the crowd below the stairs was staring up at them with shocked expressions. None of them recover from the sudden turn of the events fast enough to do anything to stop Bad. He’s able to run through the crowd without any issues as Foolish yells insults after him from the top of the stairs. 

After getting a safe distance away from the crowd, Bad turns to glance behind him. 

Foolish has stopped yelling and is now standing on top of the castle stairs with his bow in hand. He’s ready to mark Bad as his property, as his target to hunt. Ready officially start the hunt.

A smile spreads across Bad’s face; some would call it creepy, others full on insane. Bad doesn’t think it’s either. It’s simply the smile that represents the feeling he gets when he knows Foolish is going to be after him. Foolish is going to be after him and he’s not going to stop before one of them is dead. And neither is Bad. 

It's going to be a good hunt.

[alchemicaladarna]

I don't want to be sad anymore, so personally, I don't think Pomme and Dapper are dead.

One, it doesn't really feel right to say they died after the admins left, for very valid reasons obviously. Like idk, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Two, there's so much potential you can do with their stories after the fact, than just say "oh their characters died. The end."

So here's what I think happened:

Dapper and Pomme found a very ancient and powerful spell they used to escape the island. How did they do it? That's up to interpretation, but Dapper is the son of a demon/fallen angel, the grim reaper himself. She's also a highly skilled occultist. I think between her and Pomme, they would find some powerful sorcery that helped them escape.

Also as a side note, Pomme has the most amount of non-human parents. I imagine she's very powerful herself.

So, they open a rift in the island's barrier and Dapper and Pomme break the tether that binds them to whatever is keeping everybody on Quesadilla Island and escape through some kind of portal that opens up to the other side of the world. Of course, they are still only children and the spell can only do so much. Unfortunately, only they manage to escape, so they can only hope that they'll see their dad and their family again someday.

Another sidenote: I don't think the capybaras are bound to the island, so when the rift opened, they noticed Pomme and Dapper leaving. Two capybaras, Alexandre and Dansir, went with the two kids and eventually found them- keeping them safe and guarding them from the dangers of the world during their travels.

Whether Bad knows about the spell and helped them escape is another thing that's up to interpretation. But you know, there's still the angst of him being alone in the house now. All he can hope for is that one day he'll see his kids again one day, and have faith that they're taking care of themselves, and are doing alright in the world.

Some ghosties followed them, so Pomme and Dapper can still communicate with Bad via Ghostie telepathy maybe? Ghostie telephone? Ghostie mind link?? In other words, Lumi and Shade appear in Bad's chat sometimes XD.

So yeah, my personal headcanon is that Dapper and Pomme are out there, exploring the world and researching everything about magic and science. Anything that can help them destroy the Federation and free their family from the evil clutches of those keeping them there, so that they may be with their loved ones once again.

It's not a goodbye. It's just the beginning of a new chapter for Dapper and Pomme. It's like when the main character of a movie or smth journeys out of their hometown to explore the world, become stronger, and defeat the great evil once and for all!!

This is my canon now, and the photo that inspired this post lmao.

[xuxudio]

successfully choosing the most doomed ship in any media since 1999

[dreamwithgeorge]

My art for the @dreblr-gen-big-bang event!

Go read the fic 'A Family of Two' by @bagelrites ✨

[mahikamihan]

And The Universe Answered by Bagelrites/@bagelrites

“Then where have you been? And why the hell does it take a fucking baby for you to come!?”

Bad’s jaw hung open, Skeppy’s words loud enough to almost echo through the small frame of the car. He slammed his hands on the wheel and bent forward, shivering with sobs, and Bad gulped, doing his utmost to keep from crying, too.

“Oh, Skeppy… I never meant for—I didn’t want—I hate thinking that I hurt you.” Bad rubbed his back, hands gentle. Cautious. “I love you a lot. Like, so much. It’s not your fault I’m—I’m just—all messed up. With relationships and stuff like that.”

“Clearly,” Skeppy scoffed, trying to sound mean again, but his voice was too wet for it to really be effective.

[theredcuyo]

I don't care for kisses hugs are the ultimate PDA and just DA in general

Because there's just something so Special about letting someone hold onto you, to feel each others' breath and heartbeat, to be embraced in the warm of a safe place we're while it might not be true, you feel protected from anything

And You are sure you're not alone, not anymore

[atthebell]

Words: 1649 Fandom: QSMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo & Yangdding | YD, Chunsik (QSMP) & Yangdding | YD (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Yangdding | YD (Video Blogging RPF), Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Chunsik (QSMP), QSMP Ensemble, Dragon Egg Ensemble (QSMP), Korean Ensemble (QSMP) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Yangdding | YD is Chunsik's Parent (QSMP) Summary:

Yangdding shakes her head. “I’ve waited weeks to meet my son, where is he!” She starts knocking on the walls, only half as a joke. She’s impatient and eager, and Acau and Jungryeok don’t understand because they’ve already met Chunsik. They love him personally, not in the nebulous way of a relative someone has told you about, which is how it feels for Yangdding currently. She wants to see her son, wants to hold him in her arms and know what kind of person he is, what he likes, how he speaks.

i desperate wish yangdding had gotten to meet chunsik, so here's my piece for korean week for @qsmp-month about just that!

[disfrutalakia]

Yeah the Bagi and Bad fic turned into something else after this stream, but I hope it's still a good read.

The one that got away

tw: character death (badboyhalo is dead), talk of loss, talk of grief

When Bagi met Badboyhalo her first thought was that he was a dead man walking. With a icy blue coloring, it was like talking with a corpse, of course Bagi didn’t knew that at the time, but she had seen many corpses at her line of work and they all had the same eyes as Bad, dead and dim with no light behind them, even when he happily talked with her it was like he was already dead.

[rosegoldenatlas]

Give me fic recs please I'm desperate.

I have so much skephalo/happyduo brainrot right now you don't understand.

i need a fanfic with them as the main focus but its so hard to find that because they are usually a background ship.

Rules for fic rec are pretty basic,

-no nsfw

Yeah that's all the rules. I prefer if the ship is romantic but at this point I'll take platonic. please just anything.

thank you ahead of time.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

The Avengers - QSMP One Shot

Heya!

I'm not sure if it might interest some people here, but I was watching Squidcraft those last days, and that was insanely intense, lmao.

It was so intense that I felt the need to write something after poor Étoiles got absolutely destroyed yesterday because that was so unfair. I just needed to evacuate the frustration.

So here you go, an alternate happy ending for both Étoiles and Philza. Because what the hell.

Also it's angsty and a bit gorey.

Summary: Missa is gone. Philza couldn't even see the body as the guardians took him away before he could react. Étoiles assures him they still can avenge him. But when the next day, Étoiles also falls, can Philza still hope for a better ending?

[bloodpen-to-paper]

At some point, the server will realize Maximus is dead

Forever has to learn that one of his best friends killed themselves from grief. That he wasn't there to save him, that he failed as a president to protect his people. He failed to protect his family. He'll have to learn its not just the eggs that can die, and that he learned the lesson too late. He'll sing their song only for a sob to cut him off as he realizes there's no longer someone to respond to it. Oh na na na. Its supposed to be a happy song. Oh na na na. He can't stop crying long enough to sing the rest.

At some point, Baghera will hear the news but not really hear it because she's already dissociating and going back to how she felt in Purgatory, how she felt in her childhood room when she learned the truth. Her best friend, one of the first non-French she learned to love, someone who made her want to sing and laugh. Someone who understood Baghera Jones like no other. How is she supposed to sing now?

Maybe Pierre already knows. Maybe he knew the moment he looked into Maxo's eyes that final day in Purgatory, for what would be their final moment. How will he feel, being watched by everyone as one of the few members of the island to lose a lover permanently? How will he feel when the comments of "oh but didn't you two break up" do nothing to quell the grief over the fact that he lost someone he loved. It would be even worse if he didn't know. If he heard the news and had to relive that last conversation over and over in his head realizing it was a goodbye he didn't hear until Maxo was already gone. He waited so long for Maximus to come back, and now Maximus never will.

And what if Bad was the one who took him to the other side? He didn't know Dan and Spreen that well, but this was Maxo. The first human he had to take across that he would deeply mourn. Bad barely had time to process anything when the bomb was counting down, worrying himself to the bone trying to keep his son alive. If only he had worried about the others. About Maxo. The next time he would see him would be on the still grey waters of Styx, a lost soul waiting to depart. The next time he will think of him will be in that empty little hut he and Maxo talked in all those months ago when the Ordo was just a few strangers bouncing around theories. Maxo was a mess back then. Bad can't even say the signs weren't there. He already blames himself for the son. Now he gets to blame himself for the father.

[probatiostudies]

something abt the leader of purgatory’s winning team feeling satisfied. he has his two children awake and healthy and back in his care. the bloodhounds are messing around and a certain demon is managing their language, and he can laugh freely, enjoy these moments without the pressure of fighting one and leading the other two.

he’s home, messing around with the veteran of an anarchy server and being there for the newly nineteen-year-old parent. he’s building a road of rainbows for his fellow residents to enjoy but—

—there’s something missing. he doesn’t realize it yet, not really, not when he places the gas mask on and his crazed calls are answered enthusiastically by his children, by another new child and his father.

the leader takes off his gas mask, returns to the island that fabricates happiness, and with it misses the disappearance of five spirits at his back.

[soulfireblue]

The mood on the boat is somber as Bad stares across the water at the tumbling waves. He is far too aware of the barrels surrounding him and the symbol that will catch his gaze the moment he turns back to look toward the boat; it takes a lot of willpower for Bad not to reach up and touch the green that is growing and spreading. 

He forces himself to think of blue for a moment, not green— he imagines smooth ice solidifying over the surging waves. But the fond thought of his little slice of heaven in hell comes with dark anxiety now; he is returning to a hell with no sure promise of heaven.

He hears quiet words behind him, both English and Portuguese running together, and he pulls himself away from the waves. He forces himself to ignore the barrels that might be speeding up his death and instead focuses on what makes him want to live. 

Tubbo is pacing, holding his scythe and not looking at anyone as he mumbles to himself. Bad catches just a handful of words here and there: Cucurucho, not going out on a loss, Sunny, my fault, and then the odd nonsensical three-minute ad. Pac and Bagi are having a conversation in low voices, but Bagi and Etoiles with entirely different expressions: Bagi’s brows knit in worry, but Etoiles holds his sword and watches with interest. Pac, on the other hand, looks terrified. 

It’s a stand-off for a moment, of which will win first— if Bagi will attempt words of comfort, if Etoiles will suggest a nice, distracting PvP warmup, or if Pac will join Tubbo in begging: no, no, please let us go home.

Bad decides to say something first. “So, Purgatory again, huh?”

Bagi’s eyebrows furrow further, and she purses her lips. 

Etoiles looks away from Tubbo to take a moment to look Bad up and down. “You do not look so good, Bebou. ” 

Bad resists the urge to touch his wound and smiles instead, but Tubbo speaks before he can respond.

“I just finally showered,” Tubbo moans. “Or jumped in a lake and swam with the catfish, actually. But close enough.”

“Well now you can jump in the icy cold waters of Purgatory,” Bad says cheerfully.

Tubbo stops pacing and looks directly at him. “You think I’m going to do anything other than devote my life to the grind for the next five days, BadBoyHalo? You think I’m going to have time to shower?”

“Please do,” Etoiles groans. “You stink. You are stinky.”

“Oh, fuck you, Etoiles,” Tubbo shoots back. 

“Language,” says Bad.

Tubbo ignores him. “You’re the one who stinks. I’m better than you at PvP. You wanna go? I can take you! You’re washed!” His tone is playful, but his hands shake as he pretends to thrust out his scythe.

“At least I have washed.” Etoiles sounds amused. “Unlike you, you stinky little garbage boy.”

Tubbo gasps loudly, and Bad smiles despite himself. Pac snickers.

“I hope Empanada is okay,” Bagi says abruptly. “She didn’t want me to go back to Purgatory, but I’m leaving her anyway.”

The mood immediately becomes tense again, and none of them say anything for a moment. Bad watches as Tubbo glances away, knuckles whitening as his hand curls into a fist around his scythe.

“I miss Fit,” Pac admits, his voice quiet. “And Richarlyson.”

“But at least we are together,” Bagi adds, after a long moment. “If I have to go back, there is almost no one I would rather do it with. You were a great coach, Tubbo.”

A small smile flickers across Tubbo’s face, and he lowers his voice. “What are we gonna do? We’re going to go out on that field and we’re going to win that Superbowl, can I get a yes coach?”

“Yes, coach!” Bad, Pac, and Bagi echo, and Etoiles chuckles.

But Tubbo’s smile falls away as quickly as it formed. “There are no teams this time, Bagi. We’re on our own.”

Bad’s stomach twists. They are on their own. It is a twisted funhouse mirror of the days before Purgatory, when the eggs disappeared on them, and now they are disappearing on their children because of the same entity that their kids had run away to protect them from.

“I don’t care,” she says. “We are going to kill that big eyeball guy. I said I would come back to save you. I will fight for you. We can fight together.”

Tubbo’s eyes widen for a second, but then he glances down, biting his lip. “We don’t know what’s going to happen, Bagi. This could be some Hunger Games shit. That stupid eye motherfucker said that there can only be one winner.”

“Language.”

“I know you,” Bagi says. “You do not care what that eye guy says. You fight for us anyway.”

Tubbo studies each of them, one by one, starting with Pac. He looks at Bad last. Bad holds eye contact with him, but Tubbo is the first to look away.

“We can say we’ll fight together,” Tubbo says, “but people don’t always stick to their promises.”

“Hey,” Bad protests, “it was one day. You weren’t doing a very good job of being a leader of the team, but the next day it all worked out and you were a great leader again! I think listening to Pierre was totally understandable.”

“I think BadBoyHalo is wrong, Tubbo,” Bagi says. “I really appreciated what you tried to do. That’s why you’re a good coach.”

“It worked out in the end,” Pac says, comforting despite his own fear. “We got Fit on our team.”

It hits Bad how wound up Tubbo is when Tubbo doesn’t even take the opportunity to make fun of Pac’s crush on Fit.

“Oh, that’s not even the day that bothers me most, Bad,” Tubbo says. “Day 12! Day 12! I told you to run and you should have listened! We lost because you let them kill you!”

“I thought they would be nice and respectful,” Bad says. “But instead they were silly muffins and killed me even though I was just getting my stuff back. I don’t see how that’s my fault.”

“You don’t see how that’s your—” Tubbo inhales sharply and then shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re right, Bagi. Working together is worth a shot. We didn’t let Purgatory tear us apart last time, and we won’t this time, either.”

“Oh yeah, I hated you before Purgatory,” says Bad.

“Me too,” says Bagi.

“I didn’t,” says Pac.

“Thank you, Pac,” Tubbo groans. “But we’ll fight together then, yeah? As long as we can. Can I get a yes coach?”

“Yes, coach!” Bad, Bagi, and Pac cheer.

“I will not fight with you, I will fight you,” Etoiles chuckles. “With my superior PvP skills.”

Tubbo immediately opens his mouth, but Bagi thankfully cuts in before he can swear at him again. “If you do not want to work with us, fine, Etoiles. Team Soulgayfire will stick together.”

“We gotta keep everyone safe,” Pac agrees.

Tubbo glances back at Bad for a moment. Bad can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“I will beat you though,” Etoiles says cheerfully. “Because you are trash.”

Pac leans over to Tubbo and whispers, just loud enough for Bad to hear: “I think he’s trying to be comforting in his own way.”

“Dapper only has Bad,” Tubbo says at last. “Just like Sunny only has me. If the stakes are high enough, Bad can’t lose any more than I can, because we can’t let our children be alone.”

“Baghera is Dapper’s mother,” Pac points out, but Tubbo shakes his head.

“And where is she?”

Bad turns back to look at the ocean, the waves lapping over each other in an inconsistent rhythm. He feels everyone looking at him. His mind grows hazy for a moment, and it’s just him and the ocean, everything falling away from his mind, before snapping back again like a rubber band pulled taut.

“When we get back to the island,” he says, “I have something I want to show you, Tubbo.”

He sees Tubbo turn to look at him out of the corner of his eye, but before Tubbo can respond, Bad’s attention is caught by figures in the distance.

“Wait,” Bad says. “Guys, come look.”

The others join him at the side of the ship. The figures become clearer as they come closer— a federation worker with a large eye grips the arm of the other figure as she tries to squirm out of his grasp, kicking and screaming, words desperately climbing in volume, tripping over her as she cries.

“TINA!” Bagi screams beside Bad. “No— Tina— not Tina— I promised Empanada—”

Tina shakes as she climbs the ladder, the tip of the eye worker’s sword pressed against her back. Her face is red and blotchy, but no one mentions it.

“Welcome back to Purgatory, Tina!” Bad says. “We’re going back!”

“You’re a monster,” Tina cries, and Bad laughs, voice tinged with desperation that he's not sure if anyone else can hear.