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“Fuck fuck fuck fuck-!!”
Pico ran down the street as fast as he could. That damn lemon demon was spreading that corruption shit, and fast. Keith was gone, Cherry was gone, so were her parents. But who he was worried about the most...
Slamming open the doors of the bar where they usually sang at, he held his gun in his hand.
“SKID!!! PUMP!!!” He yelled. The boys. Where were the boys?! They were so young, and the corruption was so painful...
He ran around, until he stopped dead in his tracks in front of the stage.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Skid was on top of Pump’s shoulders as per usual, but the poor sobs and hiccups the poor boy was making...it was just heart wrenching.
Pump...well, he was gone. But Skid wouldn’t let go of him. His legs to his knees were covered in the corruption, as well as a part of his face.
“P-Pump!!! Pump!!! Pump no!!!” He sobbed, clutching his best friend’s head.
“It isn’t that bad, Skid! Just a little painful, but not too bad!” Pump said. “Just let it happen.”
“OI!”
The two looked at Pico, who had his gun pointed at Pump. Tears ran down his cheeks. Oh god...oh fuck...
“Skid, let him go!” Pico yelled, the boy shakily refusing. “I c-cant leave h-him!!” He cried, looking down only to meet the purple gaze of his corrupted friend.
It hurt. The scary darkness inching up his legs felt like claws digging into him, and it hurt.
Why was this happening?!
He let out a startled scream as Pico ran and scooped him up, bolting away from Pump who gave chase. Well, what once was pump, anyway.
“TAKE HIM!!” Pico yelled, but Skid couldn’t see who it was. He was suddenly taken from Pico’s arms. “You’re gonna be okay, kiddo.” Looking up, he saw Whitty.
Now standing in front of the two, Pico had his gun aimed at Pump, who was running at them. If his theory was right, it should work. God, he didn’t want to test it out on Pump of all people!!! But he didn’t have a choice.
“One!”
Whitty pushed Skid’s face into his shoulder, not wanting him to see.
“Two!”
Pico tried to calm his shaking hands the best he could. This had to work. It had to.
“THREE!”
A bang, a thud, and Skid’s terrified sobbing were the only sounds to be heard. Other than that, silence.
It was silent.