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Michael quickly walked down the street, the moonlight shining down on him as he hurried home, the cold, dark night causing him to let out a few shivers.
Suddenly he heard a voice echoing through the dark alley he had been passing.
“So.. ya like kissing boys..?” he stopped in his tracks, a bewildered expression plastered onto his face.
“What?”
The figure slowly emerged from the alleyway, he began to look up the moonlight shining on his face, causing Michael to take a step back.
“You heard me. BOY KISSER!” The figure said, a smirk on his face as he got closer, revealing himself as the squip.
“heard ya like to kiss BOYS!” The squip said as he got closer to Michael. Michael slowly began to back away, tripping on the curb and falling onto the road as he did.
“You walking homophobic slur.” the squip continued, finally stopping in front of him before kneeling down to get on his level.
“What do you want from me..” Michaels lip quivered as he felt his heart start to beat faster, almost as if it would explode out of his chest.
The squip let out a low quiet laugh as he clenched his fist and punched him straight in the stomach knocking the breath out of him.
“Fuck..” Michael gasped as he desperately searched for air.
“I want you to stop being gay.” He mumbled. As he stood back up, giving Michael a kick to the ribs.
“Ahh..” Michael winced as he tried standing before having the squip push him back down, kneeing him in his chest as he fell.
Before Michael had the chance to get up the squip had already jumped on top of him, his knees pinning his elbows down as he begins to punch him square in the face
“I HATE GAY PEOPLE. BURN. BURN.” The squip yelled, his voice echoing throughout the street as he continuously punched Michael, his knuckles starting to turn white as his wrists sore from how much impact he delivered on each punch.
“Stop! Please..” Michael begged, his nose beginning to bleed, tears welling up in his eyes.
“SHUT UP BOY KISSER. YOUR GOING TO HELL. PRIDE FLAG. DIE DIE.” The squip took a minute to catch his breath as Michael lay under him, shivering and bleeding. The squip began to stand up, kicking Michael in the ribs once again as he curled up into a ball, tears flowing down his face.
“Thats what you get for being GAY.”He mumbled, a smirk on his face as he took out his switchblade. Flipping it open and kneeling down once again, holding it up in the air before stabbing Michael.
“OW WHAT THE FUCK!” He screamed, blood drenching his hoodie as he held onto his chest, trying to stop the blood from flowing.
“TAKE A CHILL PILL.” He whipped his head up to look at the squip, his eyes red from crying and his eyelashes wet from tears. The squip started to stab him once again, the blade grazing into his skin, a deep cut being made as he yanked the switchblade out, throwing it on the ground before standing up and walking away without saying anything, leaving Michael there bleeding out, a broken nose and a few broken ribs.