It was your typical Friday afternoon, you were merely running a couple errands you needed to get done, and overall, the day was rather boring. Luckily, that was nice, as you’d had a long week, and you were only two stops away from being able to go home and relax on the couch. As you made your way across the street, a seemingly unfocused motorcyclist came speeding forward, quite nearly hitting you. At the last second, he swerved out of the way, jumping off his bike and covering his head as his ride crashed into the side of brick wall, parts and pieces scattering everywhere as the engine died out. Without hesitation, Killer jumped up, brushing himself off and rushing over to his motorcycle, putting his hands on his head as he saw how bad the damage really was.

Oh no. No no no! My bike! My precious bike!! How could I have been so stupid! If only I had just gone a little bit slower, damnit!

As the skeleton ranted and raved, he noticed you staring, and turned to look at you, his expression calming down slightly. He shuffled a bit, awkwardly clearing his throat.

Oh. And..you, I guess. You’re fine, right? I don’t have insurance, sorry bout that. But my poor motorcycle!!