one good thing | second squad/reddit crew oneshots

still here (Kwitedank)

(bear with me guys I've got a new phone and I'm not used to the keypad yet. I also had the non updated version of wattpad on my old phone and I really hate the layout of this new one like it sucks. If you notice some major typing errors let me know, hope you enjoy)

(I've linked a song above, I'll put a note when to watch it.)

Trigger warning: mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts.

Henry and Brandon sat next to each other, legs dangling off the tall building.

"Where the fuck are they?" Henry groaned, leaning back. They were supposed to meet here every night at the same time, however it seemed only Henry and Brandon were on time tonight.

"Sorry we're late." Henry turned to see a few of his friends round the corner; Ani, Aksel, Hoover and Quackity.

"It's fine." The low noise of growling and stomping made the group approach the edge of the building and peer down. By no means was this a tall building, it was just a good meeting spot. High enough for the monsters not to see them, but low enough that they could jump off.

Hoover pulled out his laptop, sitting cross legged on the floor. He began to assemble the medical kit around him as he booted up the communication system. It wasn't at all perfect, but it was something. They were ear-pieces, with a small button to turn on the microphone.

"Good luck." Hoover said as they made their way down from the roof, slipping in his own ear-piece.

The other five made their way down, beginning to wield their weapons. Again, they were by no means perfect. Definitely home made, but they did the job.

Some weapons were more simple than others. For example, Henry had a home made bow and arrow slung over his back. Some people liked to go full anime (Ani) and have extra weapons. Hers was a long piece of black rope, tied to a handle at the bottom and knife at the top.

They spread out, covering the area. Henry quickly quipped arrows, shooting straight and killing the monsters with an arrow to the heart.

He paused, an arrow ready, when he heard the noise of two skateboards rolling on the uneven tarmac. He looked up, raising an eyebrow as Kwite approached him, balancing on his board with diesel not too far behind.

He came to an abrupt stop, one foot pushing down on one end in front of Henry, who shot an arrow over Kwite's shoulder to kill the beast running towards them.

"Thanks," he said, pulling his mask up and pecking Henry on the cheek. On the skateboard he was nearly the same height. Henry rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. Kwite moved away, wielding his two knives now.

The night moved on, Henry's fingers beginning to cramp as they continuously shot arrows. Soon, he found his sector was clear, and upon looking around at his friends he found the area was nearly cleared. A good thing too, since he was nearly out of arrows. He slung his bow over his shoulder and turned just in time to watch Kwite fall to his knees, both knives fallen next to him.

Henry pulled his bow back, shooting the monsters ready to pounce on him. Henry shot across the floor, fearing he couldn't run fast enough. He got there in seconds, throwing his bow on the floor and falling to his knees in front of Kwite.

One hand was resting on the floor, the other clutching his chest. His breathing shallow, tears running down his face. Henry pulled his hand off the floor, lifting him up to face him. He ripped his mask off and revealed his deathly pale face.

"Henry?" He breathed out. Henry nodded, tears filling his eyes. "It hurts." He panted.

"I know." Henry whispered. He moved Kwite to the wall, propping his back up. His head lolled to one side. The breath left Henry when he really looked at Kwite's wound. His hands were covered in blood, attempting to protect the three large gashes that had cut deep into his chest.