Sorry for waiting wolves, (please check out my announcements for more info),also I had some problems that affected my mental health(dumb strong hallucinations) a lot so, I'm very sorry.
I'll try to make this chapter as long as I can :)

⚠️Trigger warnings ⚠️
-suicide attempt
-blood
-gore
-explicit language

You have been warned.

Let's begin:

Skeppy's POV:
"SHIT, BAD OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS, NOOO", I yelled at top of my lungs, tearing my vocal cords while that picture tore my heart. Dream catched him before he fell on the ground. He was extremely pale and he was covered in scars and blood. His eyes were hollow, without any trace of life left.
"he's not breathing..", Dream broke the silence between us. I just stared at him, looking at every single scar that I could prevent from being there. Guilt was eating me alive all the time, but I didn't have a courage to let him know that I loved him too. I wish I could rewind the time, just a few more seconds at least.
To hear his laugh...
His sweet and soft voice that echoed in my head...
To see those beautiful green eyes that were shining like emeralds...
Those beautiful soft lips that were shut for so long, trying to break free...

I was so....
I was so heartbroken.
My love of my life, taking his own life, just because of other's selfish deeds.
Just because of one "I love you", he could've been alive.
I was selfish, never acknowledging his emotions seriously, always joking about him...

Sapnap's POV:

I can't believe my own eyes..
He was just there, looking like a purest angel amongst all of them. He didn't deserve this. He deserved happy ending, not this.
Why do all the pure and good souls leave the earth so early, I always wondered that.
"Dream...", no answer, both Dream and George had their heads down, I took Bad's hand and gently left it on my lap, comfortably.
Quietly sobbing, trying not to be loud, but I needed to get it out of my chest.
I hope he finally found his peace...

George's POV:
After all the things he said, it all runned through my head.
We were bad friends to him, nothing else. If I knew this would happen, I shouldn't have never stress him out that much. But we all die one day right?

Huh.

Dream's POV:

"Bad, get up.", I shaked him a little bit.
"Bad fucking get up..", I started panicking, "please.. I can't lose you too..", my eyes watered every single second.
George just hugged me, comforting me. I couldn't do anything but cry over his soft shoulder.
Bad, I hope you found your peace and that you're doing well, free now..

After 2 more minutes ambulance came. 2 of the paramedics bursted put with his Counterpart, both of them pushed us out of the way and grabbed Bad, putting him onto the table. Police officers investigated whole area where I held Bad, for a very last time...

Did he really die or.. ???
Hmm?

Word count :517.