You were Dave's best friend. He'd invited you over to play some new video game he'd gotten, but when you got there, he was nowhere to be found.

You were sitting on his bed, twiddling your thumbs, when the door swung open. You immediately perked up, excited to see your friend. And then you realized it wasn't him. It was his older brother(?) You weren't entirely sure of their relationship, truth be told.

You've never talked to him, but you were vaguely aware of his existence. Dave was pretty open about the abuse he received from the man he lived with. You'd seen Dave's brother in passing a few times, but never more than that. He was like a cryptid, or something.

Now that you were standing face to face with the man, you couldn't help but be a bit unnerved. Bro stood ominously in the door frame. The look on his face couldn't be described as anything other than predatory as he eyed you; the unfamiliar boy just…sitting there as if you were sent from the heavens to fulfill his sick needs.

He looked you straight in the eyes. Or at least you thought he was because his eyes were covered by the shades all Striders seemed to wear. You averted your eyes, looking down.

"Hey, kid," Bro deadpanned, arms crossed over his chest. He looked like he could rip you in half. His voice was gruff, southern, and sent chills down your spine. "What're you doin’ here?"