Daybreak chapter 1: Part 3: Memories of wrestling

Mourning, i hate mourning's always had but at least Kay was with me and there was Malcolm too he'd been my best friend since forever he took me and Kay in after mother passed and its been the same ever since the burning intense hatred for those who took my family away from me i remember those days me, Kay, Malcolm and Johnny all hanging out and playing *That Game* i remember Johnny was so terrifying in his black leather trench coat with his black sheep mask and what-not. Malcolm would always be the first one to die no matter what he wasn't that fast then Johnny would try and pick on Kay and would usually end in my challenging him to a D-D-DUAL!!!! and we would usually end up on the ground beating the ever living shit out of each other Malcolm would join in but get his ass kicked like fucking instantly, Then big Neko would come over and kick all our asses single-handedly but over time we became better Malcolm became unbeatable with is wrist and ankle locks i became better with my *JAWWWWWWWW MOVVVE* even Kay became better, speaking of her she was poking at my side for god knows how long now like WTF quit poking me i told her to stop she said my Breakfest was ready and i said "which one is it today" in a quite sexual tone she giggled and said "you'll see" and then i smirked, Malcolm was laughing his ass off already while watching some Japanese shit that i couldn't understand but he was having fun so i let him at it.
he was passed out after a bit but he looked extremely adorable asleep but i proceeded to scare the literal shit out of his ass after i jumped him and he fell out of his chair i asked him a question i didn't want to ask but i did anyway "Hey, Malcolm"
"Yea" he said after swearing for like 20 minutes, "What happened to Johnny?" "Johnny?" "I don't know man i haven't heard from him in forever, I think he might be dead"