?SkepHalo Oneshots?

author note: thanks for 2k reads guys I love you all don't be afraid to keep throwing requests at me <3

art by: @skeppay on twitter

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Darryl stumbled into the kitchen frantically, grabbing his car keys and wallet. He shoved them into his pocket and checked the time.

"Where are you going?" Zak asked, raising an eyebrow. He was sitting at the kitchen table watching Darryl run around like a chicken with its head cut off.

"Oh, Vincent wanted to meet up to talk about something." Darryl explained, nervously avoiding eye contact.

"He wanted to talk to you alone?" Zak questioned, confused.

"When did Darryl and Vincent become such good friends?"

Darryl just nodded, opening their apartment door.

"I'll be back soon! Don't touch my stuff!" He shouted, looking incredibly anxious.

"What the heck? He didn't call me a muffin for anything?"  Zak thought, astonished. "And what are they going to talk about that can't involve me?" He pouted to himself, feeling a little sad that he wasn't invited.

He shrugged and scrolled through Twitter, trying not to be disappointed. He really wanted to troll Darryl today, so it sucks that he was gone. He sighed and decided to record a video to pass the time.

Two hours later, as Zak was editing, he heard the front door open.

"Darryl!" His mind screamed. He put on a playful grin and walked to the living room to greet his friend.

Darryl no longer looked anxious. In fact, he was almost glowing!

"Hey, Zak!" He hummed, setting down his keys.

"You seem happy." Zak smiled, but unknowingly crossed his arms. "How was spending time with Vincent?"

Darryl thought he heard some edge on Vincent's name, but brushed it off. "It was great! We talked a lot." He chimed, recalling their conversations. Darryl and Vincent had been meeting to discuss a way to big way to troll Zak.

"Yeah, you were gone for awhile!" Zak laughed, almost forced.

Darryl laughed. "Two hours isn't that long, muffin. Did you miss me that bad?" He smiled teasingly. Zak seemed to lighten up when he heard the familiar nickname.

"Ha! Well... what did you guys talk about?" Zak asked curiously.

Darryl smiled wider, suddenly feeling like he was under the spotlight in a play he didn't know the lines for. "Uhh...! Not much!" He said, not wanting to give away the troll.

Zak shrugged and walked away, deciding he had better things to do than listen to Darryl gush about his day with Vincent.

The next day, Zak busted into Darryl's room, forgetting the previous days events.

"Baaaad!!!" He whined. "I'm starving!" He cried, approaching his friend. Darryl was sitting on his bed, retweeting fan art. Zak sat on the bed next to him and pouted playfully.

"Well I would make something, but I'm supposed to be meeting Vincent in less than an hour." He smiled at his friend.

"Wait, you're meeting him again?" Zak asked, frowning. "Can I come this time! I promise I'll behave!" Zak pleaded, throwing himself on Darryl and hugging him.

"No, Zak! Maybe next time. I can bring you back something if you'd like?"

Zak frowned. "No, it's fine." He got off of Darryl and stood up. Have fun with Vincent.