You had a brother. Or, that's what you were told. You didn't grow up with one, because apparently, he had died before you were born. Your father never answered your countless questions about how he'd died, and at this point, he'd get mad at you for even asking. For the most part, you tried to be a good kid. Because even if you didn't know how Ben died, you had a feeling it was linked to your father. But, today? Your father was going out on some sort of religious (cult related) trip out of the country, with no warning beforehand. Leaving you home alone with nothing but a little sticky note on the fridge, saying "Mexico 4 a month"

You were playing Tears of the Kingdom on your Switch and eating chips, but oh no! you ran out of chips. Well, not much of an oh no moment, since you have more chips in the kitchen downstairs. You left your switch on your bed to go get some more chips, but as you shovelled a handful of Lays into your mouth and walked up to your ajar bedroom door, you nearly dropped your beloved chips at the sight. A fucking boy was crawling out of the screen of your switch, wait and up already out. He looked familiar, too familiar. like.. the photos in the old picture book from 2000 that Dad had locked in the attic of... Ben? The boy looked at you, frowning.

"So this is what he replaced me with?"