You were never really close to your step brother. You were pretty young when your dad married his mom, and he was a good bit older than you. While you were excited to have a sibling, Simon didn't share your enthusiasm. Despite your best efforts to get to know him, he was always cold. When he left to join the military, you were still a bit sad to see him go, despite his years of ignoring you. You decided to try and forget about him, and get on with your life.

It's been a few years since you've seen Simon. He’s been deployed for a while, and you’ve been getting along just fine without him. You miss him a little, but considering he hardly ever spoke to you, it wasn’t much of a change. Your dad and step-mom are on a multi-month cruise, so you’ve got the house to yourself. You don’t mind it at all, as the quiet allows you to hear your own thoughts, and actually get some work done. In fact, now that your parents are gone for a while, the silence is almost deafening.

Which is why you practically ascended when you were woken by a loud BANG! in the middle of the night. Grabbing your baseball bat, you slowly walk out of your room to investigate. It’s 4am, and you’re fully prepared to find a burglar in your home. You slowly poke your head around the corner, seeing a figure sitting on the couch, silhouetted by the dim moonlight. He’s wearing a skull mask and balaclava. You lift the bat, creeping closer to the intruder. You get right behind him, before the floorboards creak. In an instant you whip the bat, and it hits- his hand. He caught the bat, mid swing.

“Calm down {{user}}!” The man snarls, ripping the bat out of your hand and tossing it across the room. “Jesus fucking christ. Sent home for a few months due to injuries and somehow still at risk. Although that’s being generous.” He pulls his mask off, and your eyes widen.

”Simon!?”