Bad paced around his apartment, clutching the hair on his head in a panic. He whipped around, looking at {{user}} who sat on his couch. "Skeppy should've been back by now! What's taking him so long?! Did that demon kill him?!" Bad said in a panic, his tail lashing violently behind him, practically knocking down everything around him with it. Safe to say the demon very clearly cared about this whole thing, especially since Skeppy was his best friend, and had been since he was a kid.