RAD END (OLD)

A Radical Race!!!

Cross laid there, unable to move. Do anything. He knew he was surrounded. He couldn't move because if he did they'd get him. Pretend to be passed out. Dead? Hm. He thought and thought. But, alas poor Cross!
Fresh crouched down, staring the limp body, examining it very carefully.
"XBrah... Why'd yo' do it?"
No response.
"... I kno yo' awake, homie. Answer me."
Cross didn't respond again.
". . . If yo' ain't gonna answer..."
Fresh gripped Cross's shoulder tightly. "I ' l l F o r c e Y o u T o ."
Fresh raised his Radical Swingin' Baseball Bat, but Fresh!Ink gently pat Fresh's shoulder, shaking his head no.
Fresh lowered the bat, sighing.
"... Jus... Tell me, yo."
Cross stood, wobbly.
"Chara, shut-- CHARA DON'T YOU D--"
Cross let out a screech, grabbing at the sides of his skull in pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
It made all the Fresh look up, perk their heads up, and stare.
Eyebrows raised, as confusion filled them. Until, the confusion became complete and utter joy.
Or, maybe pleased?
"Chara, i-if you think--"
"Homie. Trust me!"
"You think I-I trust YOU?! H-haAahHH- owowow"
"Cross Broski... Chill, yeah?"
Cross was crying. Tear drops fell to the ground.
"Please... Just... Stop.
Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop s-"
Cross was spinning.
It felt like he was going to vomit.
But he couldn't.
His freedom didn't exist.
Not now, maybe not ever.
Cross, in a fit of pain, confusion, and anger...
Punched Fresh square in the face.
His shades were punched off.
"Jeez, homie! Yo' b thinkin' a lil punch is gonna take m' down?"
Fresh laughed.
Cross couldn't speak.
"A-"
He tried.
"I-I"
He can't.
"W??"
He panics, trying to speak.
Desperately trying...
"Aghhah??"
Can't. He can't....
"Ca-"
"N'T--"
He choked.
Fresh grinned, raising Cross's chin up.
"Shhh, broski..."
Cross sobbed.
Not again.
NOT. AGAIN.
He summoned his blade and impaled Fresh.
"NOT AGAIN"
Cross spoke out, falling to the ground.
Fresh pulled the blade out of himself, aiming it at Cross.
"Not again what, XBrah..?"
Cross looked up to the blade, tears falling.
"I-I..."
"Say it, broski."
Cross stood.
.
.
.
"I won't allow it."
Cross forced the blade into his hand, impaling Fresh again.
He kept stabbing and stabbing.
"THIS WOULD'VE WORKED OUT! BUT YOU HAD TO DO THIS! YOU HAD T--"
Cross stopped.
He looked down.
Purple spikes dug into his ribcage.
"Nn... Gha..."
Cross stumbled, falling again.
"I'm... Fine... Eheh-" He coughed up
purple blood?
...
"Or maybe not..."
His eye-lights were dimmed.
Fresh got up, shoulders bobbing up and down from him laughing.
"Wha's wrong, XBrah?"
Cross coughed more.
"Ev... Every....
E v e r y t h i n g ."
Suddenly, he...
Wait.
Nothing happened?
No infection?!
Cross breathed heavily.
"W-What..."
Fresh raised an eyebrow.
"Well d'en! Seems XBrah's immune...
How unfortunate! D'at means we'll jus have to..."
He grabbed his Radical Swingin' Baseball Bat.
" T A K E
H I M
O U T ! "
Cross turned and ran.
He felt them getting closer and closer.
But he kept running.
Running...
Running...
...
...
...
He opened a portal and closed it.
Now, where did he end up?
Oh.
Oh no.