User:Redacted Squid/Inkguard

We were messing about, outside of the square. Basics laughed at me, she knew me so well. Her laugh enough to make me laugh too. Her gear was the Golden Toothpick, the Friend tee and clownfish basics. "Wanna go to the shop?" She asked, her blue eyes shining. I tagged along. She looked about for ice cream. I still could not read inkling. "Mint? It's my favourite!" She squealed. She got out her cash and paid for us. Then we stepped out on the pavement. Basics jumped out when cyclist crashed into her. I heard a blood-curdling scream. She lay lifeless, I lay down next to her. Ink was everywhere. The cyclist ran off, guilty. I took a closer look. Her leg was twisted the wrong way, her body limp, the cyclist had hit her hard.