HUMANSTUCK!
So this is something I made, something I think Bro would do if he ever found out Dave cut. Don't hate me QAQ
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VOTE STOPS BY FEBUARY 6, 2014
WARNING; CUTTING
It was an average Monday morning. Dull and cursed at by mostly everyone that has to go somewhere that day.
Awe, yes. A Monday. A lovely day too snoop in your little brother's room while he is at school. So, that's what Bro does.
He walks into his thirteen year old brother's room, not giving two shits about invading Dave's privacy. He does this once every six months, curious on what's going on in Dave's life. What's new in his ironic coolness. He's done this since Dave started going to school and through all these years, the younger one hasn't noticed it one bit.
Bro looked at Dave's half bookshelf, running his fingers across the album covers he keeps stacked there, pausing when he feels one way to thick. He pulls it out and chuckles a little, noticing magazines titled, "Busty Asian Girls". He also sees a few "Hot Rod Man Hubs" too. Which he is cool with. Whatever Dave likes, doesn't matter. He has himself tried for the other team. He pauses at that, thinking about the hot day he met the islander, his mustache not thick, just enough to see it over his sun tanned skin. He wore those dorky glasses, tan shorts, that shirt that showed those hot muscles...
Stop.
Don't think about that anymore.
Too hot.
WAY TOO HOT!
He shakes his head to clear his thought on that sexy man that was about a half older his own age.
He puts the hidden magazines back in place, not a centimeter away from where it was before. Exactly where it was before. He looks at the rest of the records, not seeing anything out of place.
The next thing Bro checks is the shelf hung on the wall, holding insects in bottles, only difference there is the new bug in his collection.
He then goes and checks Dave's closet, seeing Dave's clothes he's bought him and some from his internet friends. He sees the anime shades he gave Dave when he was a little man, on one of the shelves in the closet. He almost goes to check something else out, but stops when he sees a small metal box, hidden by clothes on the floor. He picks up the box, careful to not change how the clothes are. He chuckles, expecting this too be a diary of sorts. He opens it and sees random clippings that Bro believes to be of value. He also sees some random notes written in some weird language that probably was made up. He'll translate it later.
He moves them aside and almost freezes. At the bottom is old and new razor blades. The old ones have rust and some blood on it. He also sees some flattened band aids as well.
"Damn..." He cusses. This is one thing he doesn't know how to handle. So, he does the first thing that comes to mind. Throw the razors away.
It'll let Dave know two things.
One; Bro knows.
Two; Bro wants Dave to stop.
Bro walks to the bathroom and throws the razors away. He puts the box back to exactly where it was, then goes back to the bathroom and takes out the-not-even-close-too-being-empty trash. He goes back upstairs to is apartment and puts another bag into the small trash bin.
He next goes back to Dave's room and checks if there is anymore razors, finding none though. He leaves the room, everything looking like it did before he entered.
For the rest of the day, he works on his smuppets, trying to keep his mind off of the razors. He sighs and then orders Chinese. Dave's favorite.
It comes fifteen minutes later. He pays the guy his money, then brings the food into the kitchen, simply pushing things off the small island and placing the food there.
Just as he sets the food down, he hears the door open.
"Hey, saw the Chinese guy. We eating that tonight?" Dave calls out as he walks into the kitchen, dropping his school bag on the floor and sits down on a creaky chair. Bro nods and hands Dave his food. They eat in silence, only sound is Dave standing up to get Bro some soda-pop and himself some AJ.
Bro says nothing about the razors, knowing Dave will find out the next time he goes to scar his wrists or wherever he cuts.
