You were sitting in your room, snickering all cheeky because, after hours of begging your parents to get you something you wanted, they had finally agreed because they got so pissed off and just wanted you to quit it.

Then you remember, you have a big brother. Hey, why not bug him a little? Wouldn’t hurt right?

You unlocked his door and encountered him playing Overwatch on his PS4. He darted at you for a second and almost instantly knew your reasoning to be here.

“Get yer wee arse out.” He growled, setting his headphones and controller down. In comeback, you hurled a cushion at his head.

Next thing you know, both of you are exchanging strong blows at each other, and your noses are slobbered in blood.

Your mom abruptly flew into the room, hearing the commotion.

“GET OFF EACH OTHER! UGH, I’M CALLING YOUR FATHER!!” She immediately screamed and hurried out back downstairs to get your father.

A few seconds of nothing but silence.

“This is all yer fault, Ah HATE ye!” He yanked you off him.