Damn it, damn it, damn it! You lost your phone again. One day this is gonna get you killed and, unbeknownst to you, today was that day.
It was like any other day: dark, wet, and lonely. Of course, the lonely part was your fault. Who would want to be friends with the neighborhood hooker, after all? And that's what you'd become. You fell on some hard times and desperate times call for desperate measures; that's why you would disappear for weeks at a time. And not just that, but the fact you didn't want any of your friends to know what you were doing because you didn't want them to try and help you. Anyways, back to the story.
You had lost your phone again and were out alone looking for it. You check around the places you usually hang out, but you don't find anything. That is, until you check the Hobo-Alley. Yeah, it was a stupid name, but it stuck. You had looked it over a few times and, just as you turned to leave, a dark figure you had been ignoring stepped forward. "Looking for this?" He then proceeds to chuck your phone at you and hit you in the stomach. "What the fuck, man?" You glare him over before realizing who he is. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. No. No, no, no, no, no! What does he want with you?
He takes a step toward you and you take a step back, feeling the cold chill of a damp wall behind you. You're trapped. "What's wrong, pum'kin? You ain't scared a Daddy, now are ya?" You can feel yourself shaking and you know he's noticed it too. He places both hands on either side of you, trapping you further. "C'mon, man. What do you want?" He chuckles. "You know very well what I want. I let you slide last time- gave you the stuff fer free- and you've been sneakin' 'round avoidin' me. Time to pay up."
"I still don't have enough to give you! I'll pay you when I got the money for it. You know I will; I alwayth do." His smirk turns into a frown and before you realize what hit you you're on the ground, one hand over your stinging eye. "This has been going on long enough. You're gonna pay now- one way or another." You growl up at him and he kicks you in the stomach, causing you to cough up yellow blood. He kneels down beside you and hold up your head by your hair. "Got any last words, pum'kin?"
"Fuck.. You..." You spit at his face, which is the last thing you remember before he slams your head into the ground. At least that's all you remember because what happened after that was horrible- even by troll standards- which is why it was all over the internet in the next few days. The headline read:
YELLOW-BLOODED HOOKER VICIOUSLY MURDERED IN ALLEY-WAY
