A/N: I don't own Bro (Matthew), Eddy, or some of the other characters. They are owned by Danny Antonucci and AKA Cartoon. I do own the original characters of the story though. I don't make any money from writing this story either.
Matthew gazed out the window as the prison bus he rode in past several cornfields. He was found guilty for beating the shit of Sasha and Matthew would be put into a penitentiary with all of the other animals of society. To makes matters worse, he was going to be put in solitary confinement, so he would become a caged animal that is not allowed to roam with other caged animals. Prison was already starting to bite.
In fact, there were other things about being locked up that drove him insane. The first thing that drove him insane was being put on antidepressants by the jail staff and would be put on them by the prison staff. Matthew fumed at logic behind the whole justice system. He was found sane enough to be found guilty of a crime, but found insane enough to be medicated. Antidepressants made him feel numb like he was a zombie of his former self. He couldn't feel as angry at the things that would normally enrage him when he was not medicated. Another bad part about being medicated was that it took longer for Matthew to get off than when he was not on antidepressants. It made him feel impotent, especially considering how many times a week he would jack off before.
It did not help that he could not write to his princess while he was locked up, especially with the prison staff snooping around his mail like hawks. It was not over between him and his princess until he said it was over. Matthew felt disgusted when he imagined the things that his little princess would do with his own brother while he was locked up.
Matthew did as any other prisoner might do in his situation. He dwelled on where his life had reached a pointed where there was no turning back. The more he thought about it, the more he concluded that the turning point of his life was when he first moved to Peach Creek back when he was seven or eight years old.
He was born and grew up in the city. Pretty clichéd, but that was the reality of the situation. His parents moved back to their hometown for two reasons; Matthew's dad, Carl, got a job at a used car lot and Matthew's mom, Margaret, was pregnant, so the family needed a bigger space to live in. His parents were excited to be in their new house and to begin a new life in Peach Creek.
There were only two new houses on the block at the time; their pink house and a green one that was further down the block. There was also an old abandoned house that was a block away from the cul-de-sac, but nobody lived there. The green house was inhabited by a pair of newlyweds who moved in about the same time that they did. Welcome to Peach Creek!
His parents sent him to school when they first unloaded the car to their new house. They did not give him a day to adjust to the new changes. So he was guided into his new assigned classroom by the principal. The old second grade teacher with the thick-rimmed glasses guided Matthew inside the classroom and introduced him to the whole class. Years later, Matthew forgot her name, but it wasn't too important. Matthew was homeschooled before he came to Peach Creek, so he did not know what to expect.
Jeers from his fellow classmates were the last thing he ever expected. "Look at that porker! How many Twinkies has he eaten today? Fifty?" That lovely comment came from none other than Darcy. As Matthew later found out along with Darcy's name, Darcy was the school's golden boy.
"I'm only 90 pounds, sissy boy!" Matthew shouted, curling his hands into fists.
"Oh my gosh! He's from the city? He looks like one of the thugs from that one movie! That is, if, like, the thug had a kid with a bulldog." One of the girls in the classroom sneered. He later found out that the girl was the feminine equivalent to Darcy at their school. She looked like type of girl that had been in plenty of beauty pageants. Matthew later found out that the girl's name was Stacy.
"You wish, toots," Matthew retorted, trying desperately to ignore the other students laughing at him.
"Enough!" The teacher shouted, "Matthew, sit in the back!"
Matthew stomped his way towards the back of the class. He flopped down at his desk. His face was as red as the apple on the teacher's desk. He sulked in his chair as his teacher droned on about the Titanic. It was his first day of school and it already sucked. Matthew noticed that the kids he sat with were the only ones who did not laugh at him when the two blond kids were calling him a fat thug. The kids he sat with in class would later impact him for the rest of his life.
He observed the three kids that he sat next to. They seemed different from the other children, even though they looked somewhat average. To his left sat a kid that wore a medical mask which covered the lower part of his face. The kid wore camouflage pants, an old white t-shirt, and an old army jacket that fit the kid like a bathrobe. The kid's hair was dark brown hair and cut short in a buzz cut. The kid doodled cars, swords, and snakes on his notebook. Even back then, the kid was not a bad artist. The kid later grew up to be the Seth Alexander Lovering that he knew in the present.
To his right sat a cheerful kid that looked like he would be best friends with someone like the blond who called him fat. The kid had light brown hair that was neatly cut. He wore a light blue polo with a crocodile logo and designer jeans, though Matthew did not recognize those clothing items as designer clothing at the time. The kid was making origami birds out of notebook paper. That kid later grew up to be the Lucas Malcolm Holmes he knew in the present.
The kid behind him was just as quiet as the rest of the kids he sat with. The kid had on thick rimmed glasses that were fogged at the bottom. His red hair was parted down the middle and fell down to the middle of his neck. The kid wore a dark green hoodie and black jeans. The redhead was reading a 3rd grade reading level horror chapter book. That kid would grow up to be the one who put Matthew in jail; Sasha Ryan Barr.
Lunchtime was not any better. He tried to sit at several tables, but the people who sat at the tables glared at him like he was a damn parasite. The two blonds that made fun of him earlier were making pig noises from their table at him. Was he really that damn fat? He wanted to pour paint all over the girl's dress and put tacks in the boy's seat. However, there was no use into doing that on his first day of school. Matthew was about to eat his lunch in the corner when he heard someone call out to him. He hesitantly turned to the source of the noise.
The source came from one of the tables where the three kids he sat with earlier were seated. The kid in the mask motioned for him to join them. Matthew walked over to the table hesitantly and stood in front of the table, not sure on what to say to the three. The kids at the school already gave him the cold shoulder, who's to say that these three would act any different towards him?
The kid in the mask undid his mask to eat goulash that was served. Matthew couldn't see what was behind the mask though, because the kid hid his face with his free hand. The kid kept his hand over the lower part of his face and extends the hand he was eating with towards Matthew, "I guess you met the gruesome twosome, Darcy and Stacy. They're the most popular kids at school and make it their job to bully other kids and the school does nothing about it."
"I see that," Matthew replied, still standing. Matthew shook the kid's hand. "What's up with the other kids?"
"They're meanies just like Darcy and Stacy." The kid answered, sourly, "Welcome to the loser table, Matthew was it? I'm Seth. Go ahead and sit with us."
"Hi Seth," Matthew nodded, sitting down, "The loser table? I haven't been here a day and they think I'm a loser?"
Seth nodded, "they think anyone who is different from them is `losers.' It sucks. I know."
"Why do they consider me a loser? Why do they consider any of you a loser?" Matthew demanded angrily, woofing down goulash.
Seth gazed at him thoughtfully, "I'm here, because I wear a mask over my mouth sometimes and they think I have vampire fangs, monster teeth, or cooties. Also, I'm sorry you have to hear it from me, but they don't like you because you're new and you're fat. I heard it when you were in the lunch line."
"They also said that Matthew would eat all of their food," The boy with light brown hair chimed in.
"Thank you, Lucas," Seth replied sarcastically and turned to Lucas, "Don't mind Lucas. From what I seen in the last two years, the guy does not know how to talk with people right. He does it with everyone, so don't feel bad."
"Why does he sit at this table? He looks like he should be best buds with Darcy. Why is the redhead here?" Matthew questioned.
Lucas made puking noises at the comment of him ever being best friends with Darcy. Seth snickered a bit and answered, "Lucas is stupid when it comes to people, has a sickness that can't be cured where he can't eat sugar, and cut open the class hamster in front of everyone. The redhead is Sasha and he's here because he wears glasses and talks about nothing but scary stuff like Bloody Mary."
"Okay," Matthew replied, continuing to eat his goulash. The table fell silent. He set his milk to the side. He knew what milk would do to him and did not want that to spend any time over the toilet puking. He looked around the table to observe the other kids. Lucas was splitting the goulash where he could not consume the whole thing. Seth was purposely avoiding the bag of nuts on his school tray. Sasha seemed to eat everything on his plate just fine.
At the end of lunch period, one of the lunch ladies yelled at them for not finishing their trays. Matthew tried to explain to her that he was lactose intolerant, but the lunch lady ignored him. The lunch lady had them stay after to clean each of the tables. Matthew muttered "old witch" under his breath several times until all the tables were clean. As if the day could not get any worse.
It's funny that Matthew still remembered that day sixteen years later. He remembered watching a boring talk show once where it was discussed about how much of an impact childhood bullying had on a person's emotional state. Matthew did not like to think that it had much of an impact on how he ended up where he was today, but something told him that it had more of an impact than he was aware of. He glanced at the handcuffs on his wrist. He pondered about how much thinking he would do while he was locked up. He did not want to remember the bad stuff, but without the constant desire for sexual release to or alcohol to wash away his memories, he would be doing a lot of it.
A/N: Between this prequel and the sequel, I'm not sure which I'm going to do more updating on. I'm just going to go with the artistic flow and see which one I feel like extending on at particular moments.