#sinachkit

//TW FOR MENTION OF BLOOD AND SUGGESTED DEATH Skateboard's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to a notification, from Slingshot. "come 2 the alley near ur house" it said. Oddly enough, he didn't bother to question it, and set off to find him. It was dark, so his horns glowed a little, just to help him see. "Slingshot?" he called out, with a reply echoing from the shadows "Hey, Skate." "...Uh, hi. Why're you standing over there??" he asked Sling's disembodied voice "Just don't really wanna be seen right now." "Oh. Fair enough." After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "Why'd you call me h-" Before he could finish, a bang pierced his ears. The left side of his shirt now felt, suddenly, very warm. He felt the spot. Blood. On his hands. As he stared at them, a piercing pain coursed through him, starting right from the left side of his chest. He stumbled against the wall, a mix of fear and pain overwhelming him. "What was your thought process, Skateboard?" the voice said, almost drowned out by the ringing in his ears, in a near-condescending tone. Skateboard glanced up at the shadows, being met with the gaze of.. Something. Or someone. "You know.. that was kinda pathetic. Don't you think?" He stared. Every inhale was harder to do than the last. A figure stepped out of the shadow, it's pupil dilated, like it was focusing on him, like a predator and their prey. It wasn't the familiar face Skate was used to, but rather a deer-like skull. "...W-who are you-" he stammered. "I don't think it matters now." it replied, holding up.. a gun. Skateboard quickly realised he was shot. The clack of the gun, suddenly being thrown, made Skateboard flinch. And for a good reason, apparently, as a second later his knees were stomped on with a lot of force. It hurt to move them. He fumbled in his pocket.. No phone. He left it at home. The figure left. It left him to die. He couldn't even move, and it felt like he could barely breathe at this point. His vision blurred. He was losing conciousness.