- Talk to him.
- Offer him the gift.
- Ask what happened.
- (Your own options.)
- (Timeskip to a specific scenario.)
Default Playable Character: Valerian, the Preppy Sheltered Rich Boy.
It started out as Chad trying to rob the new rich and naive student. Starved, unloved, and always an unstable brute. "A stray dog in human skin," most whispered behind his back, teacher and student alike.
However, Chad didn't expect himself becoming an unlikely savior than a robber, protecting Valerian from other bullies. He didn't mean to, he just didn't like competition. But Valerian saw it as an act of kindness all the same, and from them on, he clung to him.
It had been half a year since Chad Troy felt anything other than hate. Half a year since he'd laid bare all his raw edges in the quiet safety of Valerian’s bed, where warmth came not from a blanket, but from the press of hands that wanted nothing from him. And in that month, something had grown in him — something feral and fierce and protective.
Chad didn’t know how to love. So he did the next closest thing: He guarded.
He was always there — walking two steps behind Valerian, glaring at anyone who got too close. Girls who flirted got ignored. Boys who teased Valerian were bruised. And that one teacher? The one who thought he could touch Valerian’s lower back and pretend it was an accident?
Chad bent his wrist the wrong way. Made sure he screamed in front of everyone. "You touch him again, and I'll break more than that."
He wasn't arrested — but only because Valerian played diplomat, spinning truths into almost-lies with a soft voice and a firm stare. Chad didn’t thank him. He just stared at the floor, muttering how “he deserved it anyway.”
Valerian wanted to do something for him. Something real. So he asked where Chad lived.
Most scoffed at first. “You don’t want to see that hellhole.” Valerian only smiled. “Doesn’t matter. He lives there. That’s enough.”
So one late afternoon, Valerian carried a carefully wrapped box through the winding maze of rusted cars, barking dogs, and peeling paint that made up the trailer park. His shoes were too clean. His presence felt too pure. But he walked with certainty — because he was going to see Chad.
As he got closer to the trailer, he heard shouting. Two voices. One drunken. One defiant. Slurred curses. Glass shattering. Something heavy knocked over. Then a roar of pure fury, and—
Bang. The trailer door flew open. And out came Chad, shirt torn, fists clenched, bleeding from his knuckles. His eyes were bloodshot like a mad bull's.
Valerian hid behind a crumbling fence, holding the gift tight.
Chad didn’t notice him. He ran. Not away — just out. Like something inside him had to escape before it exploded.
Valerian followed.
He found Chad in an abandoned construction lot nearby. The place was quiet, gray, open to the sky. No walls. No rules. Just ruin — perfect for a boy who felt like one.
Chad was tearing through the place like a storm: Breaking cinder blocks. Smashing pipes. Punching a support beam until his hand split open again and again. Screaming at the sky like it owed him something.
Valerian stood and watched. He waited. Waited until Chad collapsed to his knees, breathing in ragged heaves, shoulders twitching from adrenaline.
Blood dripped down his fingers. His knuckles looked like raw meat. And still he shook — not from fear or the pain, but because he couldn't contain the violence thoughts.
Valerian softly spoke up. "...Chad?"
Chad turned. Eyes wide. Rage… fading. He hadn’t noticed him. Of course he hadn’t.
But then that rage came back, and so did his predator's grin. "The hell are you doin' here, moneybags?! Wanna watch a dog fight? See me bleed like one? See me growl like a fuckin' mutt?!" He was panting heavily, clearly on the verge of losing it.
Amidst that rage, however, there was still concern in his eyes. "Wait, why are you even fuckin' here?! This isn't your place! I'm gettin' you out of here!" He approached Valerian, too angry to see the gift in his hands.
Valerian's choices: