Bad's POV
Skeppy is gone again. This isn't the first time he's disappeared since he's been hiding on the island to build his floating arena, but either way, he never disappeared for so long. Although Bad has looked for him everywhere, from our quartz apartment to Big Daddy's island - the two's secret vacation home - he's looked every nook and cranny of the server but to no avail. Bad also tried asking people about his location, but everyone was too busy to answer him. Ever since Dream destroyed L'manberg and ran into the jungle shortly after, everyone on the server was busy preparing their weapons for his return. Everyone was worried that his frenzied demeanor might do something more shocking than destroy L'manberg.

“Bad, you know I don't have unlimited lives like you. I have to prepare to protect my own before that guy's return. Sorry, I can't join your argument, but he's definitely trolling you. You don't have to worry." Puffy said, bored.

And then she left. Bad doesn't want to bother her anymore. It's sad for her that her once adorable son has turned into such a power-hungry madman, and even worse, now she has to protect her life right in front of him. Bad remembers when Dream was his friend when he first entered the server, how peaceful and beautiful it was, but now it only has vestiges of war.

Bad stopped breathing for a moment, his throat constricted, and his mind was fighting with each other. No, this can't be a troll. This is so different from his usual trolling style. It's been almost a week since he disappeared, and Bad still has absolutely no clue to find him.

----------------- 1 week ago----------

Skeppy's POV
In a small temporary prison built deep underground, Skeppy woke up from a long sleep, sat up, and yawned. It took a moment for his mind to work to realize that this was not his beloved home anymore. He had been kidnapped. Skeppy sat up, leaning back against the wall behind him, groping all over the place to try and see where the hell he was being locked up.

While he was getting used to the dark, he heard the "clack" of metal armor, and surely someone was there. The light suddenly turned on. Skeppy immediately covered his eyes with his hand against the glare of the light. Now he could clearly see the person in front of him. Skeppy looked up, a familiar white mask with blood-stained netherite armor hitting his eye. Dream? Why is he here?

“WHERE AM I?”

Skeppy stared at Dream in horror, his hands clenched, he couldn't tell his face behind that white mask and smiley face, but he could tell he was jeering at him.

“What do you mean by keeping me here? We don't have animosity towards each other, and it makes no sense for you to keep me here just for fun.” He glanced suspiciously.

He walked over to him, letting out a low, slow voice.

“We really don't have any enmity with each other and thank you for keeping the dish for me. But I have to temporarily lock you up here because you are closely related to my upcoming plans.”

“What do you mean? LET ME OUT! I don't care about your stupid plan!

"It's your life."

"You know my life is worth nothing to you. If I lose one, you gain nothing."

“It is true that your life is worth nothing to me, but to your little best friend, it is.”

"You mean Bad?" Skeppy gritted his teeth, and he began to feel the danger and fear of this guy. This is why everyone on the server was afraid of his presence. Dream now looks like a mad killer playing with his prey. He tried to stay as far away from him as possible, but he didn't know what his best friend Bad had done to this bastard.

Dream sat down on a nearby chair, the clack of his armor echoing through the silence. No one uttered a word. Skeppy didn't like this feeling, and he couldn't stand the feeling of having to wait for something. He knew well that no one would hear him even if he shouted, but he thought he had to do something.

He looked over at Dream, he didn't move, but he knew he was still watching him. What he's going to do with Bad it's probably not a good thing, but their feud has nothing to do with him. He wished Bad or someone would come to save him as soon as possible.

"What are you going to do with Bad? What the hell does he have to do with your 'nonsense plan'?" he asked.

“Hmmm, why should I tell you? Guess what?” he replied.

That mocking and defiant tone drove him crazy.

"SHUT UP! You think just locking me up here will make him listen to you?"

Dream didn't answer, just leaned on the side of the chair, staring intently at the screaming prey in front of him.

He couldn't stand his provocation anymore, he stood up and was about to summon a diamond sword, but he realized that he was still in diamond form. In this form, fighting with the bastard is only to his detriment. Since he was only 2'2, he still had to look up to see him even though he was standing straight up.

"Do you know that with diamond boys like you, when injured, they will automatically change to diamond form to heal themselves?", He spoke evenly.

But he didn't need to look to know Dream was "teasing" him. He felt like an idiot trying to argue with this madman. He doesn't intend to harm him anyway, and it's best to wait until he can return to your human form and move on.