This is Bad and Skeppy as a criminal duo! I actually have a whole story planned out for these two, so if you like the oneshot, tell me! I'll make it a full book with a cover and everything! (And if no one says anything, I might make it anyway! :D) 

Songs that inspired the vibe at the bottom!

(~4000 words) 

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"Oh fuck I'm outta ammo-"

"Language Geppy!"

"Bad we're literally robbing a bank-?" Skeppy gave him a confused look, which was completely hidden by the box over his head.

"Still Geppy, there could be kids around here to hear your foul mouth!"

"Just hand me the next pack, Bad. We gotta make this quick before the fuzz shows up."

Bad rolled his eyes- also unnoticed through his own mask- and handed over a roll of bullets that Skeppy quickly loaded.

Skeppy slung a bag of money over his shoulder and loaded his handgun. The front was already loaded to the brim with cops, but for the insanely smart duo they were, their car was in the back. No way the cops could walk around the building of course!

Bad grabbed a pen that was connected to the table by a chain and looked at it with interest. He tried to tug at it but the chain was probably stronger than his will to let go.

"Bad let go of the pen, we have plenty at home."

With a grumble, he reluctantly let it go.

The alarms had gone off awhile ago, but at this point the blaring noise was just background music to the two, and the cops outside yelling was more of a harmony. Even still, they knew they had to pick up the pace a little to make it out unskathed.

Bad slung two smaller bags over his shoulder and held his gun under his arm. He nodded at Skeppy, who clicked the button to explode the back door open. They both ducked to either side of the doorframe to avoid the flying door and plugged their ears.

HUGE EXPLOSION NOISES HERE! STAND IN FRONT OF A BOMB OR GO ON YOUTUBE IF YOU WANT THE REAL THING!

With the ringing and screams that followed, Bad and Skeppy simply nodded to each other and rushed out.

"I call driver's seat!" Skeppy yelled and ran around the getaway car.

"What?! Why?" Bad argued. He still went to the passenger seat without hesitation, since from experience, they knew it wasn't great to stand there and argue when they could talk about it in the car instead.

Skeppy threw his bag on the backseat and so did Bad as they slammed the doors shut. Skeppy took the box off of his head and threw it in the back too. It was sort of hard to drive with it on.

"We've gone over this Bad." Skeppy started as he turned the keys in. "You care too much about traffic laws and shit-"

"Language."

"-And you never go fast enough! It almost got us caught that one time!" Skeppy continued. He thanked his past self for positioning the car so he could drive forwards instead of awkwardly backing out. It saved them time and effort, and he made a mental note to do that next time too.

Bad more carefully took off his mask and hood and tucked them into the compartment in front of him.

Bad grumbled and crossed his arms, facing the window. They were starting to drive faster, dodging in between cars and getting honked at from every one in their way. Luckily for them, it was a pretty clear day, and traffic wasn't heavy.

"Plus you literally have a shotgun, the seat was named for you!" Skeppy argued. He served into the merging lane for the freeway, and rolled his eyes at the red lights he was whizzing past. He'd more likely get caught for that one day then robbing a bank.

"Fine, but only because I'm better at using it anyway." Bad said. Bad's shotgun was propped between them in the middle to grab quickly. Bad loaded it and rolled down the window.

Skeppy checked the rearview mirror and saw three cop cars chasing after them. Woo boy they looked pissed.

"Yeah well how about you prove it and pop their tires while you're at it. They're gaining more ground than I'd like." Skeppy stopped paying attention to Bad and focused on the road. At the speeds they were going, road bumps weren't so ignorable.

Bad propped his gun up and pointed it out of the window. Gunshots were heard from the cop cars trying to hit their tires, and Bad was about to give them a taste of their own medicine.

"Let's see how these muffineheads like being turtles!"

There was a pause of silence and Skeppy whipped his head to Bad to make sure he heard it correctly. Bad didn't say anything, and Skeppy burst into laughter.

"HAHA! Turtles, Bad? Really?" Skeppy laughed. "My god I hope your stupidity isn't contagious!"

Bad turned to Skeppy with an offended look.

"What! Hey! I mean like slow, Geppy! I'm going to pop their tires." He explained. "If anything, your stupidity is the one that's contagious!" Bad argued back. He turned back to the window and aimed at the cops still behind them.

Bad tried to shoot and Skeppy served to the right to pass a car in front of them, completely throwing him off. More bullets were shot towards them but most missed by a mile.

Thump

That one was leaving a dent in the back.

"Hey if it weren't for my expertise we wouldn't have gotten through this in the first place!" Skeppy said, trying to focus on the road more. He glanced at the rearview mirror and noticed the cops starting to gain ground on them, so he sped up to increase the distance between them.

"Oh what with you're 'I'm so smart, my names Skeppy and I have to prepare for when I trip on my own two feet!'" Bad mocked, using an exaggerated high voice for Skeppy.

Ok, that was enough of that for Skeppy who was now a little annoyed. His voice was not that high either.

"Hey-" Skeppy turned to shoot a glare at Bad who now had his body leaned against the door in an awkward position to shoot behind them, but as he got a second to see the scene his eyes went wide.

Everything sorta happened at once.

He threw a hand off the wheel and yanked Bad's arm towards him and away from the window. Bad let out a yelp as the world spun and he fell towards Skeppy's side.

A tree branch whacked the exact place Bad had been leaning and a few leaves fluttered into the car. That was definitely leaving a scratch or two on the already roughed up car. Before Bad could say anything, the car swerved with Skeppy only having only one hand on the wheel.

"Ow!" Bad fell backwards onto Skeppy's lap and hit his head on the steering wheel.

Skeppy looked down to him and whipped his head to the rearview mirror. They had made some ground on the cops at least, but this still wasn't the best position. More bullets were heard and Skeppy whipped his back farther into the car.

"WATCH THE ROAD!" Bad shrieked. He was trying to lift himself back up into his own seat but the constant swerves and bumps in the road were proving that difficult.

"I AM!" Skeppy yelled back.

Bad finally managed to get his feet back down to the car floor and lifted himself back up, using his chair as a support. His glasses were lopsided on his face and he readjusted them back center. There were a few more shots that sounded like they were getting closer, and if they were paying attention, they probably could've heard some yelling from the cops too.

Skeppy looked at the road and realized he should have two hands back on the wheel now that he could. He leaned forwards and served to dodge a few lone cars on the road. And got back on track, letting out a relieved sigh.

Bad got his shotgun back up into his arms ready and loaded and looked at Skeppy, to silently ask if it was safe to start to shoot again.

Skeppy nodded, no words needed.

BANG BANG BANG

"I hit one!"

There was a skidding noise and some dying car noises behind them. Skeppy glanced at the rearview mirror and saw two cars behind held up from the stop. One had popped front tires and a cracked window, and the other had rear ended them from the abrupt stop. Smoke pilliared up and Skeppy cackled at the cops getting out of their cars to yell at each other.

"HA! Great job Bad!"

2 more cars swerved around the wreckage and started to pick up speed.

"2 down, two to go Bad. You got this."

Bad adjusted the glasses back up the bridge of his nose and tightened his grip on the gun. He fired a few more, but these cops were better at dodging the bullets. The distance was probably safer for the duo generally, but it was also making it harder to hit the tires and stop the fuzz completely.

BANG BANG BANG

Nothing hit, but one bullet was a few inches from the side of the car at least.

"Skeppy, I can't hit them!" More shots were fired at them and Bad ducked back into the car.

"Break their windows or something then!"

Bad grumbled and loaded it again. He leaned his head out of the window and aimed at the window instead. It wasn't as helpful since it wouldn't really stop the car, but it could at least slow them down.

Bad shot at the windows, a got a few small hits in the corners here or there that didn't do much. A few guns were pointed towards him and he ducked back.

One hit his rearview mirror. The glass was cracked like a spiderweb, spriling from where the bullet hit. A piece of it fell out and hit the road, staying behind them as the car rushed forwards.

Bad and Skeppy looked at it with wide eyes. The cops weren't aiming for their tires anymore.

Bad started to load the shotgun again when Skeppy took one hand off the wheel to stop him.

"Don't. I'll shake them off."

"How are you going to do that? It's a straightforward road and there aren't many cars to go around." Bad asked, concerned.

Skeppy looked around or a second in focus before getting an idea. A brilliantly dangerous idea, that was going to be oh-so fun.

Skeppy sped up slowly and smiled. More bullets were being fired towards them but Skeppy paid them no mind as he turned on a song. He ignored Bad's question.

"Buckle in Bad, we're going on a highway to hell."

And that exact song cued up, full volume.

Bad gave him a confused and slightly scared look.

"No seriously buckle your seatbelt Bad." Skeppy said quickly. Bad obeyed and clicked it in cautiously. Skeppy noticed and nodded.

"Skeppy...." Bad said, "-what are you planning to do?"

Skeppy chuckled and adjusted his grip on the wheel, looking for a safe opening. Well, as safe as it could be...

"HIGHWAY TO HELL!" Skeppy sang out in tune with the song, ignoring Bad's screams as the car served right.

Skeppy broke through the thin fence separating the two lanes and got straightened out onto the other lane, where cars may or may not have been going in the opposite direction of the two.

Skeppy cackled as he went full speed and had to dodge the cars blasting their horns.

"SKEPPY!"

Skeppy focused on the road with a confident smile as he narrowly zipped past incoming traffic. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins in a rush, keeping him focused and awake. He took a risk to look at the rearview mirror and saw the cops getting smaller and smaller as they took their sweet time to decide if they should follow.

"HA HA!"

"LOOK AT THE ROAD MUFFINHEAD!" Bad leaned over and threw his arms to the wheel to jerk the car to the left, narrowly dodging a car.

Skeppy's heart raced for one reason or another and he whipped his head back to the window.

"Oh my god.." Skeppy whispered as the car that would've hit them whizzed past. His heart was pounding and he glued his eyes to the window in front of him.

"Yeah! Right! Focus!" Bad scolded. He turned his head out of the window and looked back at the cops who had started to follow them, more cautiously at least. One was taking the same trail as they were, while the other tried the safer option of speeding up on the opposite lane and getting next to them instead.

Bad realised there wasn't a going back now, and he could at least try to help get the fuzz off their trail.

"You keep looking ahead." Bad emphasized. "I'll take care of these muffin heads." He grinned as well, the music finally getting to him.

This time he pulled out a handgun and tried to shoot it backwards. The one next to them was trying to gain speed, but traffic was starting to slow him down, so Bad focused on the one behind them instead.

After he used up one roll with some random shots, he looked back and figured none had hit.

"Ok this isn't working." He admitted with a frown. "Any ideas to get them off our trail for good? We're running out of highway to shake 'em off." Bad asked.

"Well I have one." Skeppy started slowly. "... that you might not like...." He awkwardly smiled and dragged out the words.

"What is it, Skeppy?" Bad asked carefully.

"So remember with Sapnap-"

"You can't be serious-" Bad counterned, already understanding what he was planning.

"-And he gave us the extras..." Skeppy continued.

"Innocent people could get hurt!"

"And I left those extras in the back in case we needed them." Skeppy offered with a growing smile. He served right and dodged another incoming car. He was starting to get good at this, it kinda felt like a video game! On hardcode mode obviously.

"No Geppy! It's too dangerous!"

"Oh come on Bad! We'd just need one or two! And look, the road is clearing up here, the cops will be on our tail any second, and we need to lose them! Plus there aren't many people, and we don't have another option unless you can get their tires right now." Skeppy argued.

Bad looked out of the window to the cop car next to them. Even they were having trouble driving steadily, or maybe it was just because they were trying to make it hard for Bad to hit their tires, but either way, it would be impossible to hit them like this to stop them for long enough to be long gone. It was no use wasting bullets and time to try again.

This was their only option.

Bad sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned backward more.

"Where did you put the grenades?" He asked bluntly.

"Box under my seat!" Skeppy grinned. "Just pull it out and grab a few. Whatever you do, don't pull the pin before you sit back up."

Bad gave him an annoyed look because of course he already knew that, but Skeppy couldn't see it with his eyes still glued to the road. He grabbed the lever on the side of his chair and reclined all the way so he could reach the back seat easier.

Bad pulled out the box and flipped the lid open. He carefully grabbed two out and cradled them in one arm so the other could lift his seat back up.

"Ok Bad, we're coming out on the open stretch." Skeppy said. He dogged one last car and got back onto smooth and steady road.

Bad nodded, and took account of the surroundings, where the cops were, and the gunshots being heard behind them.

"Aim for the guy behind us first; He's annoying me the most." Skeppy said, glaring at his not-broken, rearview mirror, and getting a good look at the pissed police behind them. Oh how this chase was cutting into their gas funds! The poors things.

"Should I roll it out or what? If I try to hit them I'll either miss by a mile or it'll bounce off."

"Oh good idea! Just toss it over gently and low." Skeppy said cheerfully.

Bad set one to the side and took a deep breath. He pulled the pin and carefully tossed it out of his window low. They both waited in anticipation with held breaths as they stared out of their respective review mirrors. The music faded out, and the bright flash was seen a millisecond first, in slow motion.

BOOM!

The bright orange and yellow stained their eyesight as the echo of the explosion rang in their ears. It was pretty in a destructive way, the light and sound pounding into their hearts in a beautiful explosion. It was gorgeous.

Bad looked out of the window backwards and saw the police with air bags puffed out. After a second the doors opened on both sides of the car and dizzied cops stepped out. He let out a quiet sigh of relief that they weren't hurt all that bad. Shaken up maybe, but that was expected.

"HAHA! YOU DID IT BAD! ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!" Skeppy cheered and looked at Bad with a wide eyed grin.

"WOOOOO WE DID IT SKEPPY!" Bad cheered.

 Skeppy noticed they had slowed down a little and started to speed up again. The second car was also looking back and had slowed down too. Scared, dustracted, and pissed now; Fun combo for the police!

"Bad, they're distracted." Skeppy mentioned in a slightly hushed tone in case the cops could hear them.

Bad looked and saw it too, and smiled calmly.

He pulled the pin of the second grenade and threw it over.

"Whoops! I dropped it!" Bad giggled and watched in awe as it exploded in front of the car, breaking the metal on the front and inflating the airbags on the inside instantly.

Skeppy took a hand off the wheel to hive five Bad.

"WOOOOOO!" They both cheered.

"WE MADE IT! WE DID IT, GEPPY!" Bad smiled and cackled. He looked in the back at the bags of money and Skeppy's blue box, and then out of the window to see the smoke from the cop cars getting smaller and smaller in the distance. He had to be sure it was all real.

"YEAH! WE FUCKING DID!" Skeppy laughed too and stole a glance at Bad's face to see a wide smile.

"LANGUAGE!" Bad scolded, but he was laughing too. So much so that tears were pricking at his eye from the excitement.

Skeppy easily avoided another car incoming and realized he probably should be going back onto the safe road. They were still obth laughing hysterically, but Skeppy let himself calm down a little so he could focus on the road. It wasn't over until they were home safe.

He looked at the rearview mirror and couldn't see the cop cars anymore, so he decided it was safe enough to get off of the wrong road. Safer probably actually.

"Hold on tight, Bad!"

Badboyhalo grabbed the edges of his seat- still without a seatbelt -and leaned his back against it stiffly.

Skeppy served back to the right lane, breaking the fence in the middle again. Honestly it was the government's fault for putting shitty dividers in between the lanes, the criminal duo just liked to abuse the system.

Now that they were back onto the right lane, Skeppy could relax a little without having to watch for oncoming cars.

There was a satisfying silence washed over the car. They had robbed a bank, and got away unshathed.

Ok well, maybe the car was a bit banged up, but that was normal, and now with their money they stole, they could get it fixed easy-peasy!

Bad still wished he could've gotten that pen, but that was just an adjustment for next time: get some chain cutters.

They were both calming down from the excitement, big grins on their faces the whole way.

Skeppy broke the silence.

"Hey Bad? I'll pay you 5k to shave your head!"

"Wha- no Geppy! You don't have that kind of money!"

"We do now!" Skeppy laughed, pointing his thumb to the back.

"No muffin-head, my hair is beautiful that way it is." Bad said, flipping his hoodie back up.

"Yeah, but think about the air-velocity gravitational pull quadratics that would make you faster if you shaved it! We'd save a ton on shampoo too!" Skeppy argued. He tried to keep a serious face, he really did, but with the words coming out of his mouth, it was impossible to wipe away his smile.

Bad rolled his eyes, but an idea popped into his head.

"Then you have to dye your hair blue! Permanently!" Bad giggled.

"What? I'm not dyeing it!" Skeppy said, shooting a confused smile towards Bad.

"Oh come on, you'd look so cool!"

"I'd look like a stupid fortnite streamer." Skeppy said. "I'm not dying it blue." He said firmly but with a loving chuckle at the end.

"Then I'm not shaving my hair," Bad said confidently with his arms crossed.

Skeppy sighed and chuckled.

"What would I do without you, Bad?" He whispered under his breath.

"Well you'd be a lonely muffin, and you'd probably have gotten caught by now." Bad said smugly.

"Hey I'm the one who puts in the room for error in our plans! That's caught your mistakes a fair amount of times mister!" Skeppy argued lightheartedly.

"Well I figure out how to even make the plans, and I get more than half the gear we use!" Bad argued back with confidence.

"You almost threw out some of that gear that I then told you to keep. You need me to even remember where anything is placed!" Skeppy countered.

"Only cause you're so messy!" Bad said.

"I also do the escape routes!" Skeppy added.

"Which you don't even follow!"

"I don't need to follow them, I'm that good!" Skeppy had a really smug tone to his voice, taking a hand off the wheel and driving with one hand to prove his point.

"Well I do the money management, without me you'd probably spend it all on skittles or jif peanut butter." Bad said. Sounded like they were both back into another divcorce, right after celebration.

"Oh like you don't waste money as well! I saw those extra toys for Rat, and that stupid lemonaid in the fridge."

"You know she rips up toys quickly! It's not my fault. Plus I'm the one who buys food for both her and Rocco." Bad emphasised.

"Fine then, I'll just replace you with Mega. He complains about my money spending less." Skeppy shrugged, "Then I can buy my own dog food. "

Bad gasped, "Fine! I'll replace you with George then."

"That colorblind Brit wouldn't even be able to see the traffic lights! You'd get caught before you could get on the highway." Skeppy said smugly. George had called the box he wore on missions stupid once, and it was fair to say he might've had a tiny grudge on that still.

Bad couldn't find a counter for that and went quiet. Skeppy could see the gears turning in his mind and stifled a laugh. Couldn't break the act just yet.

After a moment of silence,

"You wouldn't really replace me with Mega would you?"

"Pfft!" Skeppy tried to hold back a laugh, and used a more sincere tone. "Of course not, Bad. you're my best friend in the world. I wouldn't replace you for all of the money in that bank."

"That empty bank you mean, because we just robbed it." Bad giggled.

"Yeah Bad, we did."

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So uhm- Did ya like it?

songs to get you in the bank robbing mood:

Rob a Bank- by Confetti

Highway to Hell

Still Not Dead- by Dreamers

Don't Care Crown- by Fox Stevenson