WOW EW HOT STRIDERS TRYING TO STOP JOHN FROM HAVING YAOI SEX ROOD
Dave's crying and Bro is still unconscious. They're both tied up to chairs and you love watching Dave beg and plead quietly as the elder Strider is limp in his chair and you think he should be waking up soon. Or at least you hope he will be, you can hardly wait any longer and it's driving you crazy.
You can feel your heart beat in anticipation, it seems like its all the way up in your ears pounding with deafening force and you don't want it to stop. It reminds you you're alive, it's something that reminds you in a few minutes you can feel truly alive.
You love the chase almost as much as you do the actual crime. The actual sound of the metallic liquid splattering with a plop around him, covering the surfaces of whatever in a pretty red color and you shiver in delight with just the thought.
"Why are you doing this?" You suddenly get snapped out of your beautiful thoughts by Dave, and you know he's glaring at you from behind those annoying shades.
You don't even hesitate in punching him right in his stupid face, his shades fly off his face and clack against the hard kitchen tile, and break into tiny shards.
Dave looks up at you with pure shock in his features, and you can tell he's scared of you.
Good. It's not fun if they aren't a little terrified.
Your name is Bro Strider and what the actual fuck just hit you?
You blink behind your dark shades groggy and unsure of what is going on around you, and God damn does your head hurt like a son of a bitch.
That's when you realize your arms are tied to this Satan chair, one of its legs are shorter then the other and it does that stupid clack thing when you move. It gives you one of the oldest ideas in the book, and you're going to save that for later since now you need to find out whats going on here.
Your brow furrows as you look around. Okay, it seems you managed to get beat up by that Egbert kid. Good going, you definitely won't live this one down.
You can hear Dave crying behind you but you know it's better to pretend you don't, both of you are going to be embarrassed enough that this ever happened and you know its true.
"Oh, sleeping hottie is finally awake!" John exclaims enthusiastically. You pretend like hell that you didn't hear that one either. "We can finally have some fun wow, you two better make up for all that waiting you made me do."
"Stop.." Dave groans out, from right behind you. Your chairs are together and the animal like look in the Egbert kid's eyes is making you both uneasy and hell, who wouldn't be freaked out? He looked about ready to kill and eat both of you.
Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if he just let out a maniacal chuckle and ate your face. Actually that would be pretty damn funny.
And then almost as if he could read your thoughts he erupted into a fit of loud laughter and cue Dave cringing away from him.
Well, time to execute plan Strider Escape you tell yourself as your fancy and dirty dress shoes slide over the floor and you swiftly kick the chair out from under yourself ad your falling, falling falling falling.
You grit your teeth as you hit the cold kitchen tile. It hurts but you've had worse.
"Fuck!" John screeches in a loud annoying voice as he jumps away in shock, but that doesn't last long. He's on you in about 2 seconds flat and God is he mad. For a small kid he can pack a punch you think as his fist collides with your cheek over and over again, and Dave is screaming for him to stop.
Your surprised it hurts at all but fuck it does, and you want to fight back but you can't because the ropes from the chair are holding you captive as you squirm.
"I'M GOING TO TEAR YOU APART. IM GOING TO RIP YOU OPEN, IM GOING TO PUT YOUR BODY IN THE TRASH COMPACTOR. I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU WISH YOU NEVER THOUGHT OF LEAVING YOUR MOTHER'S PUTRID VAGINA." Hes screaming in your face as he hits you, and Dave's suddenly screaming too.
"STOP STOP STOP" He's made a mantra, repeating it louder and louder each time, before it's become deafening and drowns out John's voice and the noise of him hitting your face. It's all you can hear and it rings in your ears. "Stop!" They echo and you want it to stop, you want it all to stop.
John is up faster then you think any of you could comprehend and almost as quickly he grabs Dave's face and there's silence before he whispers "If you want this to stop then play a game with me, Dave. I have it all figured out be a good boy and this will all be so much fun."
You all sit there in silence, and you can taste copper in your mouth and you know it's blood but you don't care. All you care about is finding out what the fuck is going on and the sooner the better.
You watch as Dave shakily nods, something you assume was uncomfortable by the way John is gripping at his cheeks.
"Great!" John exclaims, suddenly happy and chipper. "Now, I'm going to untie the both of you but no funny moves okay?"
Soon you're both untied and much to your surprise Dave is composed and completely calm once again.
You're so proud of him.
"This is a fun game I like to call 'fratricide'." John smiles. "I'm going to make you kill each other."
You can see Dave tense up out of the corner of your eye. Alright, so this day could be going better.
John reaches behind him and takes a knife out of his pocket. "If you put on a good show I'll make sure one of you live." He's smiling so much it's making you feel sick in your stomach, he's enjoying just the thought of you tearing each other up. Dave sure knows how to pick 'em.
Speaking of Dave you watch as John moves the knife into his hands, muttering something to him a sickeningly sweet voice and your stomach flops everywhere in disgust at that kid.
You're already prepared to die as Dave grips the knife and takes a shaky step towards you.
"Please don't make me do this." Dave suddenly blurts out. "John please, oh God why are you doing this?"
John's mouth goes from a twisted smile to a straight annoyed line in about a second and he looks madder then you've seen him all day. "I give you a chance to live and this is how you repay me?" He grabs Dave's arm roughly and you can see the skin around it go white. You want to help but it's like you're frozen in place so you stand and watch as Dave cries out and drops the knife onto the ground with a clank. John pulls him closer.
"I thought I'd be nice because we're friends." He releases Dave for a second to pick the knife back up and shove the handle into Dave's hand, making him hold it once more. He roughly pushes him once, twice, until he's barely inches away from you. He's grabbing Dave's arm and before you can comprehend it the knife is in you, inside your stomach.
"No!" Dave backs up into John and you watch the blue eyes flare behind the glasses in anger.
The blood seeping from the knife wound is warm against your gloves and suddenly you feel the pain from the wound full blown. You stagger back a bit but Jon's holding your arm and twisting and wrenching the knife from your flesh. "No way big boy, you aren't getting out of this that easy."
"Stop!" Dave shrieks and pounces on John's back, knocking the smaller boy off balance and he falls, arms out stretched with the knife in hand.
Everything seems to go slow motion as the sharp object in his hand spazzes with his arms and he falls, but not before the knife accidentally cuts into your throat, slicing the skin in an unbearable burning sensation that lasts barely a few seconds, and then you're numb and falling to your knees.
It's hard to stay awake, almost as if there's something beckoning you to just close your eyes, but you know it's intentions are all but innocent. Death's cold paws are so close to you yet you still fear nothing. Like this is a friend welcoming you back from long ago. Everything is fuzzy and distant, going into focus for a millisecond then snapping back to a surreal world almost instantly thrusting upon you the dark once more.
"Bro!" You can hear Dave's screams, so far away it seems but you just barely feel him clutching your arms, shaking you. It doesn't matter though as your eyes close again refusing to open anymore. Your breaths are slipping and you feel so out of control and...warm? Yes, it's like falling asleep.
Wet tears drip onto your face but they aren't yours. You can cry no more. You feel nothing at the final seconds of your life. Your last thought switches back to Dave.
Please, let him be okay. You plead as the last bit of life finally drains from your open neck.
Your name is Dave Strider and your last bit of hope is gone, your brother is dead and John Egbert has never been more furious in his existence.