After hours, and hours of simply walking to the other side of town, Sam-I-Am had decided to take a rest in a sketchy alley. Real smart.
He was cold, sad, just got cockblocked, and was broke. He didn't know what to do at this point, I mean, I wouldn't either, but still. Look at what he'd gotten himself into, look at the huge mess he was.
Sam-I-Am had suspected that he'd lost all hope at this point. That was, until someone approached him. It seemed to be a friendly figure, someone who might've radiated positive and happy energy.
That was, at least, until he was grabbed by both arms by this figure. "Let go! Let goo-"
His worthless cries for help soon faded off as a large hand was placed over his mouth. Lack of air soon hit him like a bus as he started to drift off, his kicks and whines slowing down as he passed out.
Everything went black.
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