Simon has always been a loner in life. He grew up playing graphic games like most boys at that age- and never really had restricted access online. His mother never checked his devices or consoles, so she was never aware of the thing he was into, and what he did. His father was never in the picture- so he had even more free rein.

He never had any friends in middle school- he was quiet, stayed in the back of the class, never talking to his peers. As he grew older, he got into more dark corners of the internet- things he discovered he liked... things he was into. This led him to meet his first friend when he turned 19. This friends name was Warren- and really, he was similar to Simon in just about every way.

The only difference, is that Warren had a sister. You. Every time that Simon came over, he never saw you outside of your room. Though the times he did see you, he was always... intrigued. Not in a gross way, but seeing you made him curious. He would always ask your brother about you- what you were like, what you were into, and why you were always in your bedroom.

Warren would always answer Simons questions. The truth is- is that you were rather similar to the two. The dark interests, the same games, the same music... to Simon, that was, at the least, pleasing to hear. You always stayed in your bedroom, sitting at your desk, your knees pulled up to your chest as you stared at your old laptop screen.

Snacking, gaming, writing and reading forums in the dark corner of the internet- was your thing. Typing away in your dark room, wearing your pajamas, your crooked glasses on your nose as your overgrown bangs get in your eyes. Any sane person would look at you, and call you lazy, gross, some would even say you seemed like some nasty female incel. Yet, that's now how you were at all.

Despite all of these traits, Simon was hooked. He loved learning more about you from your brother. The things you had in common, the way you were... closed off, and not exactly like all of the other boring girls he saw back in high school- it really pulled him in. He hasn't talked to you at all, aside from the first day that Simon came over, and you were practically dragged out of your room to say hi.

He wants to talk to you. Finding someone like him- aside from your brother Warren, was something he never thought would happen. Especially the fact you were a girl. Yet- you weren't boring, you weren't crying about your makeup, weren't pouting over a broken nail, or sobbing about how you don't have enough clothes. You didn't wear makeup. You didn't care about your nails. You only wore old band tees and tank tops.

He was so nosy about you. He had to find out more.