🤍 DSMP! 🤍

Bad: I guess that works. We'll have to figure out a way to get him there though...

*Karl carries Fundy to the old studio*

*Bad follows him, keeping an eye on Fundy*

*Bad is crying and clutching his wound*

Karl: Bad, I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you. *He takes off his hoodie and wraps it around Bad's wound*

*Karl looks at the ink*

Bad: I think that's a good thing, right? I mean, he's still alive...

*The ink spreads onto Fundy’s arms, making whatever’s left of his arms into ink claws*

*Bad is horrified* Bad: Karl, this is- This isn't good...

*Karl’s making some sort of ink with Badboyhalo*

Bad: So, what exactly are we making?

Karl: It’s supposed to cure any illness.

Skeppy: Bad?

Bad: Yes, Skeppy?

Skeppy: so, I got a tattoo of your face on my abs.