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Kicks

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You stare down at your phone in disappointment.

Originally, you had asked Isabelle to go shopping with you for the afternoon. She had initially agreed, but she ended up canceling last minute.

You look down at her last message in disdain.

Srry Y/N :) I think my reputation has taken enough hits this week as it is!

True, she had been investigated by the IRS recently, but did that really mean she had to isolate herself from you? And besides, was she implying you were bad to be seen with??

How dare she, that dog!

Now angry, you decide to go shopping anyways out of spite.

You'll show her! You'll leave her wishing she had come after all once she spots the high quality items you're about to find the second you enter the--

Your hopes and dreams shatter the instant you spot Kicks standing next to his shoe display. From the looks of it, he is the only merchant around.

You stand out against the barren landscape, and so Kicks spots you before you can escape.

"Y/N!" He calls cheerfully, and now you have no choice but to walk over to him. Doing otherwise would be Rude, and you were not Rude. "How's it going?"

"No." You answer, and it is true.

He does not take the hint.

"You know, that reminds me." He continues, refusing to let the conversation die. You watch him blankly as he gestures towards his mismatched shoe display. "I just designed these here lads last week! What do you think?"

He holds up a boot with holes drilled into it. It is a disgusting neon green.

You simply smile and nod.

Still, he does not take the hint.

He places the boot directly in front of you. You catch him eyeing your wallet. "So what do you say? Wanna buy em?"

"No." You say, and it is true.

Maybe he was just lonely. Why else would he want to keep you around for this long??

Or maybe...he was simply trying to get you to fund him. After all, no one shopped from him anymore. Not since The Incident.

He is persistent. "Why not? It's a great price for a new release!"

You were never intentionally Rude, but the day's events have started to wear on you, and Kicks' badgering (haha) is enough to cause you to finally snap.

"They're fucking ugly, Kicks!" You yell, and Kicks freezes, his boot going limp in his hand. "That's why you're on the brink of going bankrupt. That's why no one's here. No one ever buys from you because you're untalented! Maybe try becoming a scam artist instead; it worked for Redd."

Once done, you begin to feel asha--no, you don't. You are shameless, and you meant every single word.

There is no room for regrets here.

Kicks seemingly understands this, for he sets his boot down. He meets your eye steadily, but the warmth in his face has disappeared.

"Have a good evening, Y/N." He says quietly before beginning to pack his things up. You watch, your conscience still clean, as he prepares to close down shop for the day.

You spot his empty tip jar and leaving suddenly seems like a good idea. Maybe you were too harsh...

As you walk away, you mumble,"Yeah, you too..."

No use feeling bad now.

You follow your usual pathway home, the sky darkening quickly.

Curse winter.

Oh, well. You should take the short way home in order to avoid staying out alone in the dark for long. Thankfully, there is an abandoned alleyway nearby that will take you halfway there in no time!

You turn into the alleyway and walk without issue for a few minutes before you Realize something.

This alleyway is a lot longer than you remember it being...

You pause, confused.

Had you taken a wrong turn? Was this even the correct alleyway in the first place??

Before you can turn back around, the dark alleyway  begins to vibrate.

"What--?"

A van comes crashing into view, its headlights flooding your surroundings with a harsh white light. You hastily shield your eyes, and over the blinding headlights, you can make out...

"Kicks!" You shout, attempting to step out of the way. Your heart quickens as the van is steered towards you again...maybe he doesn't see you?? "Slow down, what the hell!! You're going to run me o-"

The van runs you over.

You collpase.

From over the sounds of screeching tires, you hear him scream out,
"Whose talentless now, whore?"

Well, his question was easy enough to answer.

He was, without a doubt. Even as his tiremarks scorch your back, even if he's left your body aching all over.

But even if you perish tonight in this alleyway, alone and cold...

At least you wouldn't be caught dead wearing his shoes.

Haha good one y/-

You turn red and disappear into a cloud of dust, leaving a singular potato in your wake.