It's a Stick

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hello, if youve seen Solarwave or that Sonic guy (i forgot blud's name srry) they kinda help me come up with ideass and ik them irl so if i dont post i guess theyre like... co-writers??? idk!!

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Skateboard held Rocket's wrist tightly. They were going to his house. (skateboard's house) "Rocket are you okay?" Skateboard asked. He turned his head to look at Rocket, and Rocket turned his head to look at Skateboard.

      "Yeah. Why?" Rocket answered. Rocket was... he seemed to be a little silly. It's like he didn't know how much danger he was in. Like it was all cupcakes and rainbows. Skateboard knew something was off, but he didn't want to push him.

      "I was just... wondering," Skateboard sighs. They walk for a couple of more minutes, before finally stopping. Skateboard grabs his keys and unlocks the door. "After you," Skateboard politely holds the door open for Rocket. After Rocket enters, Skateboard locks the door behind them and guides Rocket to his couch. He turns on the TV, and they cuddle. They watched a movie. It was about a girl getting amnesia. She had to learn how to live her life again. Rocket and Skateboard had been crying when the movie ended. "LMAO! HOW DO I STOP CRYING!?" Skateboard was mixed with laughing to death and crying to death.

      "I-WAAAHHHH!!" Rocket buried his face into a pillow. When they calmed down. Skateboard decided if he should feed Rocket.

     "Hey, are you hungry?" Skateboard asked. He held Rocket's hands tightly.

     "Kinda," Rocket answered. Skateboard nodded and picked up his phone.

     "Hello, this is (insert a fucking pizza place name here). How may we help you?"

     "One pizza, large, pepperoni," Skateboard answered. While he was talking, Rocket got up, he looked at the kitchen and saw a stick. He picked it up, and Skateboard finally ended the call. "Uhm, Rocket, put that down," Skateboard said cautiously. Rocket noticed him, and kept holding the stick.

    "What's wrong? It's just a stick. Look! It's not even close to anything dangerous," Rocket held up the stick, "There's nothing wr--"

    Rocket placed the stick to his chest, but then felt a large pain in his stomach. He realized it was a knife.

     Rocket has just stabbed himself.

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beep, bop, boop, BOMB!!

POW POW POW POW AAAAAAAAA!!!

okay hello there this is erin, 5th grade student, definetly not doxing herself, and i feel hungry!! (it is epickly 11:40 pm rn WOW!!)

okay you beatboxers i hate 5th grade cya tmr!!

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swocket angst!!!1!!1! 😭😭😭😭Dove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora