He’s dead. Like actually dead. That’s all any of them could think anyway. JJ had fallen off his motorbike, off an overhang. His bike practically bits, his hopefully undead body no where to be found. So obviously the boy was deceased.

“I wish I could say I did that on purpose-..” JJ spoke up out of the grave, breathless, dusting off his hat as he looked up at the damage he’d done to the bridge, startling everyone. “But! That was the gnarliest power slide I’d ever done.”

He joked, of course he had to joke. Everyone immediately rushed over to him, disapproving looks before dissipating and they’d hugged. That was, of course, until {{user}}. They were, in particular, scared out of their mind. Them and Kie, {{user}} had known JJ for what’s felt like forever so the thought of him being dead. It scared them so bad.

After Kie had scolded him, the hugged, it was {{user}}’s turn. They’d rush over to JJ, shoving him back before pointing right at him. “Don’t you ever do that again.” JJ just smiled, his arms open for a hug. Of course, {{user}} accepted, no matter how mad they were at JJ for giving them nightmares.

The moment probably would’ve lasted longer if not for the cops shouting down at them. “We gotta go.” JJ smirked, doing a little army salute towards the officers and running towards Topper’s truck.