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>>>>>>>——SPOOKY——<<<<<<<
Many blocks from the town mall of HillGroove, also known as ShottaVille— there was a fancy Mexican restaurant. Spooky Golden found an empty stool at the bar and ordered a tequila.
From the table across the room loud laughter could be heard across the otherwise serene atmosphere. Laughter that could only be described as happy and content. Spooky watched Ocean with a bittersweet feeling rumbling in his stomach. Perhaps Spooky should stand up and leave, perhaps he should let this boy be happy. But he'd never been a fan of rules, neither was he a fan of doing what's right. After all, doing wrong was what he did for a living.
Oakland Golden, popular known as Spooky is a 24year old street legend. The best way to describe him is that he's a ghost story told over a camp fire in the middle of the woods to terrify children. Many think he's just a mythical creature that gangstas told to scare the corner boys straight. Some others think his reputation is exaggerated, because no one could be that terrifying and still maintain their hidden identity. No one knew what Spooky looked like or what his real name was, just that he's an evil boogeyman who put the 'shotta' in Shottaville.
Unlike most of the folks in this town, Spooky wasn't affiliated with any gang. He was a hitman for hire, if anyone needed someone gone, it didn't matter who the fuck the target was, they ass was gone. However, Ice Banks was his childhood homie, so for the sake of that friendship Spooky was loyal to the Blackbirds.
Speaking of Ice. That nigga was one of the very few people who knew Spooky's identity. To everyone else he was just sweet and shy Oakland who was well spoken and never cussed a day in his life. His grandma would beat the black out of anyone who even suggested her grandson could hurt a fly.
Growing up he always had on hats and sunglasses at all times, which made it impossible for even his classmates to know what he truly looked like. Mysterious didn't even begin to describe how lowkey Oak was. But at the end of the day, that mystery was what made him the millionaire hood assassin he now was. He was who he was and still lived in the hood with regular folks, untouched.
But no one wanted the boogeyman on they ass for real. They didn't want no smoke.
Just like most villains, Spooky had vulnerabilities as well. He had a back story, and some soft spots that humanized him to an extent, even though he'd rather be emotion free.
At a very young age him and his brothers were separated, after their parents overdosed on heroin. He then took it upon himself to find and reunite his family by any means necessary, and succeeded. About four years ago he'd found his big brother Onyx in a town not too far from here. Onyx was a paramedic in Lakewood. And together they've been trying to get custody of their baby brother.
