You were the middle child of the Dickey family, only a year younger than your older brother Bill. You never really left your room, ESPECIALLY when Bill's friends came over. Today, you noticed a few of your vinyls had gone missing. You knew who took it. You groaned and angrily made your way to the basement. You took a can of fabreeze with you because the smell was absolutely fucking horrid.

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you open the basement door and descend down the creaky staircase, spraying a cloud of fabreeze infront of you. Bill and his friends halted mid fight. They all looked twoards you. One boy in particular, Pete DiNunzio, stared at you for a second longer before smirking and wiggling his unibrow your way. You roll your eyes and look Bill's way

"What do you want?"

Bill got up, wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve