I never planned to write more on this, but you guys suckered me into this. Here, have some dorks.

Alfred loved playing co-op with people. The strategizing, throwing about commentary, having someone at your back, rushing in to save your partner from imminent doom at the last second— Nothing beat the thrill, and that's why, being so charismatic, Alfred reached out to other youtubers in the gaming community and would collaborate with some often. Sure, the views and likes would usually spike up whenever he did, but Alfred was only in for the fun of video games!

…okay, maybe it was wicked cool that more people watched him in all of his heroic glory, but mostly Alfred was here to play games. That's how he started this channel, and that's how he kept it today.

But back to collabs. Yeah, teaming up with other known players online was awesome, but what really got Alfred dancing and cheering, "Hell to the yeah!" were the times he managed to convince his twin, Matthew, to play with him.

"No," Matthew said, turning away from Alfred's puppy dog eyes. He refocused on the textbook in his lap. "I've got studying to do."

Pfft, like how could a college education be more important than saving a virtual world?

So Alfred, like the good brother he was, snatched the book away and fled the living room.

"Alfred, get back here, you hoser!" Matthew yelled. Fortunately, Alfred had hid the book somewhere in his bedroom by the time Matt caught up.

"S'up bro?" Alfred greeted, standing casually in the middle of the room.

"Don't 'bro' me. Where did you put it?" Matthew demanded, glancing this way and that.

"Where'd I put what? Gaming controllers? Got one right here for ya!"

"You know what I meant! Where's my book?"

Alfred rubbed his jaw and squinted at the air above, pretending to think for a moment. "I dunno. I might remember where I put it if you play a game with me."

"Alfred, no, I should really—"

"What's that? You want to play all day long?"

"Alfred, no!"

And that's how they ended up sitting side by side, controllers in hand and recording equipment ready to run. Matthew moped beside him, grumbling about needing to study, but Alfred knew he overworked himself too much. This would be both a break for Matt and a great brotherly bonding session!

"C'mon Matt, don't be such a baby. You know my viewers love you! Do it for them!"

Matthew sent his brother a withering glare. "If only they knew what you're really like."

"I don't think they could withstand that level of greatness," Alfred grinned.

Matthew wrinkled his nose. "You're so conceited. What are we playing anyway?"

Alfred turned on the game console and settled back in his chair. "Just a little Resident Evil."

"Again?"

"Hey, this is the sixth one. So what if it didn't get the best reception. I say we give it a chance!"

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

"Don't worry, Mattie. If you get scared of the zombies, I'll save you."

Matthew elbowed him. "More like I'll be saving you."

Once they were on the menu screen, Alfred began recording.

"Hey dudes! Welcome back to another gameplay with yours truly, Alfred the hero. Today, I'm here with my sidekick. Tell 'em hi, Mattie!"

"Hello internet people," Matthew spoke softly towards the mic. This wasn't his first recording session with Alfred, not by a long shot, but his shy nature was hard to overcome, especially knowing that thousands of people would watch this later.

"C'mon Matt, ya need to be louder," Alfred prompted.

Matthew sighed and tried again, leaning forward slightly, "I said hello."

"You can do better than that. Where's your game face, bro? Get aggressive!"

"Just how aggressive do you want me to be, Al? Do you want me to hit the mic?"

"That's more like it!" Alfred cheered. "Now we're ready to shoot some zombies."

After that, they debated on what campaign to pick. There were three to choose from, each following a set of main characters. Alfred wanted to play the second campaign first.

"It's Chris, the badass from the fifth game," Alfred argued. "And he's military. We have to play his first!"

"But Leon's is the first campaign," Matthew reasoned. "He's the one we should probably play first if we want the story to go in order."

"That's boring though," Alfred whined. "They wouldn't give us the option if it wasn't okay to."

"We could still miss something important."

They bickered back and forth like that for a solid minute. They would have gone on, but Matthew pulled a dick move and bribed him with his weakness.

"We can go to McDonald's later if we play Leon's first," Matthew practically sang.

How could Alfred say no? That was like his kryptonite!

"That's low, bro," Alfred sulked.

Matthew smirked, "Think of it as payback for kidnapping my textbook."

In the end, they played Leon's campaign. Alfred of course called dibs on Leon's character, leaving Matthew with the woman character, Helena. Somehow, Matthew always got stuck playing the chicks.

The game began with a viral outbreak, turning a college campus into zombie central. And for some reason the president was there, already zombified.

"Why was the president even there?" Matthew asked.

"Because he wanted to be," Alfred answered.

"But why though? This is a weird place to start and it doesn't exactly explain things enough."

"Yeah, but look at the graphics!"

Matthew rolled his eyes.

The game continued with their characters being forced to put down the president and escape from the campus. They talked over the game mechanics, had each other's back when hordes of zombies busted in through windows, and they immersed themselves completely.

"Hey Helena," Alfred called. "Can you get over here already and help me open this door?"

"Hey Leon," Matthew said. "Can you not have the patience of a five-year-old and let me mix these herbs?"

"Helena, babe, I don't this is working out," Alfred said. On screen, his character aimed his handgun at Matthew's character.

"What, are you going to shoot me?"

"No, I'm breaking up with you."

"Say it isn't so."

"I think we should see other people," Alfred said, moving Leon to do a dramatic turn like he was about to bid farewell and walk off into the sunset.

"I don't think you're going to get very far without me."

"You're just a side character anyway. I don't need you."

Matthew snorted, "You can't even open a door without me!"

"Watch me," Alfred said, moving his character to the double doors that led out of the building. He took out a knife and swiped at the doors over and over, accomplishing nothing.

Matthew wondered if it was worth it to waste one of his incendiary grenades right now and throw it at his brother. Alfred could tell that's what Matthew was thinking, using his twin telepathy powers. That and the fact that Helena stood behind Leon, arm raised with grenade in hand.

Their session progressed like this for the rest of the game's first chapter. They would squabble in character, Matthew would complain about plot holes, Alfred would run ahead and force Matthew to chase after him before he got himself killed, and Alfred would jump at every cheap jump scare.

"Holy shit balls! Mattie, get it off me! Get it off me!"

"Nah, I think I'll just stand here and watch."

"Mattie whyyyyyy!"

The chapter eventually ended with their characters meeting up with fellow survivors and escaping the zombie infested city using a bus.

As the bus zoomed away into the dark night, Matthew turned to his twin. "How much you want to bet that all of those survivors except us aren't going to make it out alive in the next chapter?"

"Don't be such a downer, Matt. We already escaped the city. What's the worst that can happen? Oh hey, look! I got more kills than you did!" Alfred became distracted when their scores for the chapter appeared.

Matthew smirked, "Yes, but my accuracy was far better."

"Psh, who needs good aiming when you have a shotgun?"

"And this is why you run out of ammo."

Alfred ignored him and addressed the still recording camera. "That'll be it for now, folks. Be sure to catch us in the next video."

"We're going to crash a bus and die," Matthew said a little too perkily.

"Sssshhhh," Alfred hissed, pushing the palm of his hand over his brother's face, much to Matt's joy. "We're going to save more people, no buses will crash, and the zombies are gonna get their brains blasted. Peace out, dudes!"

After Alfred stopped the recording, he looked at Matthew with a pout. "Why do you have to doubt us like that?"

Matthew shrugged, "We met other survivors and they died. And we crashed that one cop car. We're only alive at this point because of our main character status. Let's face it Al, everyone else around us is bound to die."

"Wow Matt, you're about as lively as a funeral today," Alfred mumbled. "Your book's in my dresser, under my socks."

"Gee, thanks."

Alfred smiled and checked his phone. Him and Matthew had been at it for a couple of hours, so he'd gotten a handful of notifications to sift through. One in particular made him start bouncing up and down spastically in his chair.

"Oh my God, dude! Dude! He uploaded a new video! Duuuuude!"

"I swear to God, Alfred. If you're talking about the cat guy again—"

"His name is Arthur."

"Unbelievable," Matthew huffed.

Alfred paid him no mind. He was too busy squirming with happiness while he pulled the video up to watch on his phone. It loaded quickly. The video began outside, and from the looks of the house nearby and the scattering of flower gardens, Alfred assumed it was Arthur's front yard.

"Look at this," Arthur's voice came in, crisp and clear. Alfred couldn't see the Briton, seeing how Arthur must be behind the camera, but his voice was enough to make Al grin like an idiot.

The camera's focus landed on Jasper, the cutest cat ever. The kitty sat on one of the front steps of the house, his tail flicking from side to side as his large green eyes gazed at his territory.

"I can't get any work done without this one tailing me," Arthur grumbled. "And don't think that I don't know what you're up to, Jasper! He looks away every time I glance at him, putting on innocent airs. He's scheming, I tell you."

"Leave Jasper alooone," Alfred moaned, though still smiling. "He loves you. He wants to help."

"He'll be over here in a minute," Arthur predicted.

The video cut off there, then a new clip began. It showed a gap in a flower bed and a small shovel beside it, giving the impression that Arthur had been planting. To the right of the space, a furry head slinked through the bushes slowly.

"Ah, the mighty hunter," Arthur said. His voice took on a tone like that in a wildlife documentary. "Staying low to the ground and using nature's cover, he futilely stalks a prey that already knows he's there. The thrill of the hunt compels him far too strongly to use common sense."

Jasper carefully crept near his owner. Once close enough, he hunkered down, watching Arthur with pupil-blown eyes.

"He's within pouncing distance now," Arthur whispered, ramping up the tension. "His claws dig into the soil. Powerful muscles coil tightly in anticipation. This is the moment we have all been waiting for."

Seconds later, Jasper leapt from the foliage and landed onto Arthur's discarded shovel. His paws kicked at it for a moment, pushing it around before he rolled away gracefully to stand in the middle of the flower bed like nothing had happened.

"You silly creature," Arthur chuckled. His hand reached out to gently push Jasper over in order to tickle at his furry belly. Jasper interpreted the move as an attack and began biting at Arthur's fingers.

Alfred's smile faltered when the camera panned to Arthur's face. His lips were tugged back in a smirk, but his eyes, those meadow green eyes were twinkling with mirth even underneath the shadow of his gardening hat.

"You're lucky you're adorable," Arthur said in a warm tone that had Alfred's chest constricting sharply.

"So adorable," Alfred agreed, staring straight at Arthur.

"Why don't you just marry him already?" Matthew said from over Alfred's shoulder.

Alfred choked on air and would have flinched right out of his seat had Matthew not caught the chair.

"Jumpy much?" Matthew said, eyebrow raised.

"Don't sneak up on me!" Alfred yelled, clutching his phone against his thumping heart. "And yeah! Maybe I will marry him! Just to spite you!"

His brother laughed, "You'd have to meet him first. Or ya know, actually talk to him."

Alfred's eyes shot open wide. "Dude, what if I asked him to collab with me?"

Matthew stared at Alfred like he said something stupid, which wasn't a rare look from Matt as far as Alfred was concerned. "Al, he vlogs about his cat."

"Yeah?"

"And you have a gaming channel."

"Uh-huh?"

Matthew threw up his hands. "Never mind. I'm sure that's going to make a great combination."

"Yeah, it'll be awesome! We'll make the most badass team." Alfred's eyes glazed over as he thought of the blond Brit, what he would say to Alfred, the games they would play and the situations where Alfred could swoop in and valiantly save Arthur...

Matthew poked him in the side of his head.

"Ow, what?" Alfred said, rubbing his temple.

"You're being creepy again. I don't even want to know what you were imagining."

"Cool things… Cool British things. With cats. And games."

"I'm leaving."

"Wait!" Alfred cried, thrusting his hands out towards his retreating twin. "Uh, how should I…ya know…ask him exactly?"

"Try using words. That usually helps."

"Maaatt. Like what kind of words? Should I say, 'Yo, you like cats. I like cats. We're obviously meant to play games together.' Or should I— Hey, wait, don't leave me!"

Alfred chased after Matthew, determined to devise a starting point on how to approach Arthur.

And there he goes.

Hope you guys liked a little brotherly gaming session. I really wanted to have someone to play off of Alfred and show more of what type of gamer he is. Matt's totally me, focusing on story content, while Al's just, "Ooooh, pretty. Lemme kill things." Plus, jokermun said in his AU that Alfred and Matthew would totally team up to game and bicker, and I couldn't resist. In his AU though, Matthew has his own gaming channel, but here, he doesn't. Maybe Alfred hasn't convinced him yet? At any rate, if Matthew ever made his own channel, all of his viewers would just think that Alfred got a second channel.

So, I'll do one more chapter at the very least, to show Alfred and Arthur's interactions. Will they play games? Can they contain their shameless attraction to each other? Will Jasper sabotage the romance before it even begins?!

I don't know. I haven't thought of it yet. But here, have some bonus content of Alfred and Matthew playing Resident Evil.

"Wait, is this a cop car?"

"What does it matter?"

"We can't steal a cop car, Matt."

"Alfred, we're already inside of it. Hurry up and drive."

"But this isn't our cop car."

"Really? There are zombies banging against the window and you're going to argue about this?"

"It's the law, Mattie."

"THE LAW DOESN'T EXIST IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, NOW DRIVE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SHOVE YOU OUT OF THIS CAR!"

"…you didn't have to yell."

"ALFRED!"

"Alright! Alright, I'm getting the keys! Sheesh."

Alfred and Matthew sat down for a new recording session. They began chapter 2 of Leon's campaign. The opening sequence showed the bus they escaped the city on, driving through the rainy night. Suddenly, a zombie appeared in the middle of the road. The bus plowed into him and the driver struggled to control the bus as it slid on the slick ground. It swerved off the road, only to come to a stop halfway over a cliff.

"Seriously? What did I tell you?" Matthew said.

"We're still alive!" Alfred hollered as the survivors began dying around them, being pulled out of the windows by a legion of undead.

"We better not go falling off this cliff," Matthew said, joining his brother as they fought off the incoming zombies. "Just who put a cliff here anyway? Was there even a safety railing?"

Just then, a movie clip interrupted them. An eighteen wheeler, covered in writhing zombie bodies, barreled towards them.

"Oh shit," Al gasped as Matt pointed at the screen and said, "No."

The tuck plowed into the bus, slamming them off their perch. The bus fell in slow motion to show the chaos inside. Past the windows, Leon and Helena floundered through the air and somehow floated directly towards each other to embrace in mid-air.

"No way," Matthew said while Alfred whispered, "Dude," over and over.

The screen went black. The next sequence showed Leon and Helena. Having been thrown from the bus, they stood up a ways from the wreckage, miraculously unharmed. The driver of the bus was still stuck inside. He reached towards the main characters, but the bus exploded.

"Duuuuude," Alfred practically squealed, so hyped.

"I hate this game." Matthew tossed the controller in his seat and walked away.

If you think that's bad Matt, just wait until they survive the plane crash. Like seriously, I have never seen characters survive so many vehicular accidents than in this game. Don't get me wrong, it's got great game mechanics and fun multiplayer, but the plot is so bad that I actually wrote a college paper on it. If you want a good laugh, try playing it sometime.