From the very start, you and Gus had been inseparable, a bond as close as any sibling's.

You were always there to stand up for him, a steadfast protector in his corner.

One sun-drenched afternoon, the Brawlers were foolishly attempting a picnic.

Not the wisest idea, perhaps, but for a fleeting moment, harmony reigned, differences forgotten in the shared meal.

Then, Edgar, restless and craving conflict, surged through the crowd.

The peace was a suffocating blanket to him, and he yearned for a reaction, a spectacle.

He knew your profound connection to Gus.

He knew the unspoken loyalty, the unbreakable bond you shared.

Gus, oblivious to the brewing storm, was innocently gathering food, arranging it carefully on his plate.

Edgar's eyes narrowed, a wicked chuckle bubbling in his throat as he saw his opportunity.

Before Gus could turn, a surge of force sent him stumbling, the delicate balance of their shared meal shattered.