He decided.

He would go inside.

Dirk Strider quietly walked up the crumbling stairs towards the paint chipped door. He placed his hand on the door knob, turned it, and walked inside the old house. He heard giggling from upstairs. "Davey!" John's voice echoed.

"John!" Dave's voice trailed after.

Dirk wasn't too worried yet… He gripped Lil Cal's arms tightly and went up the stairs rather quickly, but quietly. He was as as stealthy and sly as a cat. He stepped into the hallway just as he heard Dave scream. He gasped and made a break for it. He ran into the room where the sound came from to discover John had his mouth on the blond's exposed stomach. The raven haired boy had blown a raspberry on the blond's stomach that caused him to scream at first but it turned into a giggle.

John looked up to see Dirk. "Oh…" He slowly sunk down in the bed frightened at first.

"Bro!?" Dave gasped. He had not expected his brother to show up and he honestly almost forgot he even had a brother.

"Dave...who is he?" he whispered.

Dave pushed his shirt down and sat up in the bed. "This is Dirk. He's my brother."

John's lips turned up in a little smile. This meant that Dirk could also be his friend as well! He didn't have to worry about him being a stranger. "You can be my friend. We can have tea parties together now!" John said with a big smile on his face.

Dirk could not believe his eyes. His brother was so thin yet, he looked clean besides his white shirt that was covered in dirt and a rusty shade from something. He remembered all the times when he would strife on the roof with Dave. The two boys would end up with wounds and by the time they were done, the shade of rust stained their white shirts. Did his brother kill anyone? Or did John?

Dirk would have to get along with John and Dave in case anything funny happened. He cleared his throat a little then said, "Yeah, we can have as much fun as you want."

John perked up. Two Strider's in one household all to himself? He won the lottery for sure! Although, only one Strider mattered to him. That was Dave. His Dave.

John reached over and took Dirk's wrist, pulling him closer. "We're going to play a game!" he said with joy.

Dave blinked. "What game?" he asked.

"Hide and go seek," John said with a slightly dark grin on his face, "Dirk can count! Davey and I will hide!"

Dave slid off the bed. John did the same, clutching tightly to Dave's arm. "Count to 40 and then come after us!" John said, jumping a little on the balls of his feet.

Dirk hesitated at first. However, he gave in and began to count with his hands over his eyes. He wasn't even sure why he was going along with this. Oh, yeah. He had to because John was the psychotic one. Not Dave. He was sure that if he did something that made John angry, they would be done for.

Dave quietly made his way down the stairs and hid himself in the bathroom behind the curtain. John hid upstairs in one of the closets that was closest to his secret room. He giggled a little to himself! Dirk wouldn't ever find him! He slapped his hand over his mouth trying to swallow it.

"40! Ready or not, here I come!" Dirk shouted loudly enough so that everyone hiding could hear. He walked out of the room and descended the stairs. He examined the living room with his orange eyes. He was pretty good at this game. He tiptoed over to the couch and looked behind it. Damn. He knew Dave's favorite places to hide. Not behind the couch this time.

The spiky blond itched at his chest a little then looked at Cal. "What do you think?" he asked. He froze a little. He was talking to a puppet. What if he was the insane one? Psh. Nah.

He walked into the kitchen and went through all the cabinets. Nothing. He even checked under the chipped table. Nothing either. He then scratched at his chin just as a smile appeared on his lips.

He opened the bathroom door and shoved the curtains away. "HA! Found you!" Dirk shouted with glee finding his little brother. He smirked. "Where's your partner in crime?" he asked Dave.

Dave smirked with a shrug. "Probably upstairs."

Dirk turned on his heel once Dave stepped out of the tub, immediately running up the stairs. He checked the bedroom he had previously been in, but no one was in there. He looked over to see a door there. Hm?

John heard footsteps approaching the closet. His heart felt like it could leap out of his throat at any minute! Dirk was coming! However, the footsteps didn't stop at the door. They stopped somewhere else…

Dirk stood in front of the room no one was allowed inside only John. He put a hand on the door, opening it just as John burst out of the closet door. "NO!" John shouted. It was too late

Dirk saw the room. The horror. The smell hit him like a wave of water. It was so strong and powerful. Oh. My. God. Dave had to get out of here...

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