Just as you reached the front door, you got a text from bro. Usually he only texted you if he was going out for a few days or needed you for something. You desperately hoped it wasn't the latter. After last week who knows what he'd want with you.

Well you must have jinxed something because the text read "my room. next 10 minutes." thank god you were already home. He'd probably hit you if you were late.

Dan had an after school club or something you didn't know. He just wasn't with you right now and you were half glad and half upset. Glad because he wouldn't be there to hear or see anything if bro decided to strife or hit you or whatever. Upset because he wouldn't be there to help if that DID happen. Sighing, you unlocked the door and drop your bag next to the couch and headed over to bros room.

The walk down the hallway was way more suffocating that it should have been. You found your feet feeling like they were stuck in some sort of cement or something. But you couldn't keep bro waiting so you just kept going forward.

You had no fucking clue why you were hesitating so much. That was one time, he was probably drunk or on drugs or something. That's probably why he didn't talk to you for a week afterwards. He probably felt bad. Yeah that was it. He was calling you in to his room to apologize. Yeah that was exactly what happened, he wasn't the most sober guy and you all knew it. You could forgive him i mean its not like he did it on purpose if he was high or drunk or something.

You almost managed to convince yourself. But it was enough to get you to softly rap your knuckles on the door. You heard bro call you in and you opened the door, peering into the dimly lit space. There were disgusting fuck puppets known as 'smuppets' everywhere. Along with a lot of tech for making music. It was all brand spanking new and still shiny. Bro always had the latest and best tech. Youd gotten a few of his hand-me-downs and they were currently set up in your room.

"bro? what'd ya want me for."

He pat the bed next to him and you complied. As much as you thought bro was cool and stuff, you were still scared of angering him. One time he'd broken your finger by slamming the door on it. Not to mention the countless bruises and cuts for getting in the way of his raging. Flying glass, and stuff, those kind of things.

Sitting next to him you glanced sideways, trying to study him and see what exactly he wanted. But, like always, he was cool and stoic as ever. You wished someday to be able to appear as if nothing in the world bothered you. And eventually, you wanted to get to the point where nothing actually did. You figured it was a lot easier to be happy if mean names and shit like that didn't affect you.

You two sat in silence for a few minutes and it was kind of uncomfortable. You wondered what exactly he wanted from you.

"uh.. bro?"

"what." he snapped.

"you're the one who called me in here, i was wondering what the fuck you wanted."

"yea, lil man? well i di'n't tell you to talk so shut up."

You grumble quietly and shut up. Bro was being kind of an asshole. More than usual at least.

After another few minutes of silence, bro got up and headed over to the closet to get something. You were curious but didn't bother following him. If he took it out you'd see it no probs. He stood there rifling through a painted black cardboard box for a couple seconds and then pulled out something... fluffy? Oh my god was bro a fucking furry because that looked like a goddamn tail, and not one that was attached to a stuffed animal. You snickered but quickly shut up when bro shot you a glare.

You watched him walk towards you with the tail looking thing. What the heck was he doing. Was he going to recruit you into his stupid furry cult or some bullshit like that? Honestly you wouldn't doubt it he was so weird. Like, the dude had puppets all over the goddamn house, and he made PORN with them.

Cocking an eyebrow at him over your shades you pointedly looked from the tail to his face. But as your eyes rested on the dark shades resting over his, you suddenly got worried. Something was off about his expression. He was smiling but... it wasn't a pleasant smile. It was more sadistic, if you had to put a word to it. Either way it really didn't sit right with you at all.

And ohhh boy would you find out why.

A/N: aaaaa so welcome to my shitty trash fic for shitty trash fans sorry about not adding an authors note for the first few chapters lmao i guess i just forgot. ANYWAY enjoy your angst you sinners.