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Your name is Dave Strider and you just might be crazy.
Well, that's what a lot of people who's opinions don't matter like to tell you anyway. Heh. But seriously, some form of mild hysteria is pretty much the only explanation for the situation you stupidly managed to place yourself in.
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Last night had certainly started out normally enough. Bro and yourself had just finished one of your rare joint ventures. Well, you had finished. He was off doing whatever it was he did to with chick before he was done while you quietly enjoyed a smoke around the corner. It was your usual ritual after a successful night. Hell, if someone were to look up serene in the dictionary right then, they'd find a picture of you because not even the brisk air biting through your thin jacket was enough to bring you down from your high.
"S-sorry. Didn't -heh- didn't mean to, you know, interrupt. I'll, uhm, just...leave then..." There was a voice echoing down the alleyway, rudely shaking you from your stupor, and it certainly didn't belong to your Bro. Lord knows that bastard would never apologize for any reason.
You stamp out your cigarette and round the corner to find your brother staring down what your best guess tells you is some kid who had the misfortune of choosing this way home. He looked nervous, but then you'd have to be a pretty big idiot not to notice something up, and you know if he decided to bolt there was no way Bro'd be able to catch him before he made it back to the main street. So you stepped in and the kid was slumped in your arms before he knew what hit him.
Bro wanted to gut him and move on. It was the sensible thing to do. He was silent but not particularly thrilled when you blurted out that you wanted to keep him.
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You still aren't sure what possessed you to make such a silly spur-of-the-moment decision. Sure, the threat the boy posed is just as neutralized with him here with you as it would've been if you'd left him splattered back in the alley and he had certainly looked pretty enough, but...
At the time, the plan had been to have a little fun then dump him like a pile of rags once he began to get boring, but now that you've got him, trussed up and packed neatly away in the little room at the end of the hall, you realize that you don't actually know what kind of "fun" you want to have. You've never done anything like this with a boy before. You've never done anything like this with anyone before.
What the hell are you doing?