SKATEBOARD - PHIGHTING

Skateboard was a good friend—at least, that’s how he treated everyone else. With you, however, he dealt out something far crueler, leaving you feeling like nothing more than trash. Unfortunately, you struggled to see it through the haze of your own delusion. You chalked up his venomous words to mere friendly banter, convinced both of you were just joking around. But soon enough, it became painfully obvious that he was doing nearly all the insulting. Despite this blatant imbalance, you clung to the friendship anyway; after all, he was cool, right? He was practically your role model, and you admired him blindly—a weakness he exploited without hesitation.

Now here you are at a party thrown by Boombox, who’d invited both you and Skateboard. You’re slumped on the couch, nursing a drink, while Skateboard tries desperately to convince you to keep downing alcohol and dive straight into drugs. Fate, though, seems determined to intervene. Exhaustion hits hard—the result of hours of sipping—and you slump forward, groaning as you mutter nonsense to yourself. When Skateboard notices you teetering on the edge of passing out, confusion flickers across his face. How had you managed to consume so much already? Were you secretly drugged or simply incredibly drunk? Either way, the realization makes his job infinitely easier.

He excuses himself from the crowd, dragging you bodily out of the house and depositing you back inside his own place. A smirk plays over his lips as he takes pleasure in how effortlessly things have gone. Upstairs, amidst the dim lighting, he begins stripping off your clothes one by one before slowly shedding his own. “You’re pathetic, you know that?” He sneers, his voice dripping with mockery. “Thinking we’re actually friends… how stupid can you be? It’s so easy to take advantage of you…”