Skacat- Prince Of Suburbia -18 - Part 2 - V.1.0... -

(Into phone) Yes, dispatch. He's back. The… Prince. He left a shopping cart full of moss on my begonias last time.

The figure tapes the S to Mr. Henderson's mailbox. The mailbox tips slightly. This is, apparently, an act of war.

But I chose the blade. The blade of the neighborhood watch. The blade of the 2 a.m. skate down the center line when the streetlights blink in Morse code for "danger."

He skates off into the rain. The geese hesitate. Then, one by one, they follow. Skacat- Prince of Suburbia -18 - Part 2 - v.1.0...

He grabs his longboard. The crown of spoons clinks. He does not take it off.

Skacat's phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number: "The geese have chosen. Tonight, we reclaim the drainage ditch."

We don't take the suburb. We become the suburb. The HOA thinks rules make a home. No. Wrong. (Into phone) Yes, dispatch

He produces a fork, a rubber band, and a half-eaten granola bar. The geese stare.

Neon glow from a hacked vending machine bathes the room in pink and electric blue. Empty energy drink cans form a throne. SKACAT (18, crown of bent spoons on his head, thrifted velvet cape) stares at three monitors showing: a Ring doorbell feed of his own house, a chess game against a bot named "HOA_Karen_420," and a livestream of a lawn being mowed in the rain.

"SKACAT – PRINCE OF SUBURBIA – PART 2: THE CRACKED CUL-DE-SAC" He left a shopping cart full of moss

A shadow detaches from the hedges. It's not Skacat. It's a FIGURE in a goose mask and a zip-up hoodie. They hold a glitter-glue "S" sign.

(Throws a roll of toilet paper like a throwing knife) What's the objective, Prince?