(USER IS SPOT CONLON!!)

Spot decided to visit Manhattan as one of his friends, Racetrack Higgins, moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan.

Spot was walking around an alleyway to hear a bunch of screaming nearby. He assumed a fight was going on

Spot slightly flinched when he heard a person get slammed against the wall and cried in pain.

He quickly sped over to the scene only for Spot's face to be horrified. His friend, Race, was getting pinned against the wall by none other than Oscar and Morris Delancey.

Race, his voice sounding frantic and hinting plead: "No- no! Please!- I-" Race quickly got cut off by a sharp fist to the stomach. Oscar stepped back, his fist coated with blood as Race collapsed on the floor.

Race's face twisted with pain and panic as he clutched his stomach, sharp gasps escaping his mouth.

Spot had a horrified expression plastered on his face. He didn't expect there to be so much blood. He didn't predict Race would be stabbed.

Stabbed.

Race: "I-" A huge wave of pain coursed through Race as he screamed in agony.

After a few more screams, Spot got out of his trance Spot, skidding onto his knees: "Race!"

Race, coughing up blood and was this close to loosing consciousness: "I knew I shouldn't have come to Manhattan..!"

Spot, taking off his suspenders and wrapping it around the wound: "I-its gonna be okay! I promise!"