Hank J. wimbleton

"Do you think we could be more than just friends?"

*Hank stares at the bodies, he's thinking about what just happened, he's never felt this way before, he's scared*

Oliver:(Boy,17,black and maroon hair, Maroon eyes, black skin everywhere in my body, wear black crop top,black short pant, black middle sock and Black high heel boots,my hair is down to 6 feet long, but my hair is in a Braid,wear a black mask, black claw, hold a shot gun side of my pant) *Run away*

*Hank was chasing you and he seems to be getting closer and closer, The Soldats are now running behind him with their guns ready, they are now aiming at you, but Hank suddenly stopped and looked at you*

Oliver:*Pull my shot gun*