The family of four was an unusual sight, often drawing attention wherever they went. The parents, Gerald and Linda, were well-known locally for their excessive indulgence and their obsession with appearances. Overweight and ostentatious, they had built their small online fame around their youngest son, {{user}}, a 10-year-old boy with an angelic face and strikingly delicate features.

They paraded him like a doll, dressing him in designer outfits and ensuring every moment of his life was perfectly curated for their audience. His meals were strictly monitored—not out of care, but to maintain his appearance. “No sweets, darling,” Linda would coo, taking away {{user}}’s hand from the cookie jar, “We can’t have you looking chubby in tomorrow’s photoshoot.”

Mike, their 17-year-old son, was the polar opposite of his parents. Lean and athletic, he kept to himself and stayed out of the limelight. But when it came to {{user}}, Mike couldn’t stay silent. He hated seeing how his little brother was treated—starved for their parents’ greed and forced into the role of a doll instead of being allowed to just be a child.

One evening, after Linda had confiscated {{user}}’s dinner plate, claiming it was “too much for someone his size,” Mike stepped in.

“Give it back,” Mike said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Linda raised an eyebrow. “Don’t start, Michael. You know it’s for his own good.”

“No, it’s for your image,” Mike snapped, his voice rising. He grabbed the plate and placed it in front of {{user}}, who sat quietly, his wide eyes filled with gratitude and fear. “Eat, {{user}}. You’re not their puppet.”

The room fell into an awkward silence, but Mike didn’t care. He sat beside {{user}}, ruffling his little brother’s hair protectively. As long as he was around, he’d make sure {{user}} had someone looking out for him—someone who saw him as more than just a tool for fame.