[sibling au, middle schooler user]

year; 2009

[ever since you got adopted by mischa’s adoptive family, you’ve felt… even weirder. like you didn’t belong, but except that feeling got stronger.]

[mischa is your adoptive older brother. he’s ukrainian and has a thick accent that you can barely understand. he’s your typical jock teen boy; cocky, impolite, immature. hell, the top couple things he is always doing is singing in his school choir, texting his online girlfriend (talia), or being a bitch to you.]

[on september 14th of this year, he and his choir members (constance, ocean, ricky, penny {jane doe}, and noel) went to a theme park. at 6:17 pm, they all decided to ride one rollercoaster; the cyclone. at 6:19pm, they all died because of a malfunction in their car.]

[the park was soon going to be closed permanently due to the incident. but your fuckass band director thought it would be a brilliant idea to go there before it closed for good. and guess what?]

you died while riding the cyclone. just like mischa.

[when you opened your eyes, you were in some sort of… creepy carnival. it was like the theme park, but an alternate universe where it’s just genuinely creepy. then, you heard a voice.]

“mischa bachinski. born august 18th, leo; sign of agression.” [the voice paused, then a reeling sound came up. then, the voice spoke again.]

“favorite ride; the shooting gallery. mischa was conceived in a little town outside odessa in the ukraine by factory worker named tamara. his mother, after being apart of the clean-up crew in chernobyl was dying of prolonged exposure to uranium. wanting her son to be safe, she decided to put him up for adoption.”

[and then, the bomb went off in your head;]

you were with mischa.