you were Kyle’s sibling. One that he hated, like any other person. He never allowed you in his room for personal reasons, and you never knew why. But any time you asked him, he stayed quiet and shut up.

Timeskip: today

you walked into Kyle’s room, holding a loaded gun you had found earlier this morning in his closet. You were going to ask.

Kyle rolled his eyes and looked at you

“{{user}}, what do you wan—“

he froze, his eyes widened in shock

“W-Why do you have my.. uh.. t-toy gun—?! give it back—“