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POVs specifically targeted in this chapter: Dave Strider

Your name is Dave Strider, and you're about to do the best thing ever in the history of everything you've ever done. Ok, so maybe that was an exaggeration, but you were still opt to celebration! After months of pestering, you had finally convinced your stubborn Bro into teaching you how to strife with swords. You don't know why it's taken so long, you think you've always been old enough to learn how to fight, but Bro had always been difficult and would never budge. Thankfully, you managed to make him cave, though how you did so was a secret known only by those of irony (aka you threatened to find a lighter and try to "play with it" around his smuppets, neither idea he truly appreciated as much as yourself). Bro said that he wasn't going to go easy on you, and you were just fine with that, shouting a simple "Bring it on!" that made him ruffle your hair (you hate it when he does that, it makes you feel like a stupid little kid, and you're not! You're a big kid, 5 year olds are practically grown-ups).

Dirk, your twin brother who was supposed to support you during your cause, was shining a video camera and plotting to record what he believed would be your first instance of humiliation (well screw that! You're going to beat Bro, and then Dirk, and then the world! YOU WILL BE THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!). He was also out here because Bro said that if he was going to teach you how to fight, he might as well teach Dirk as well, and your twin certainly hadn't stopped you when you had wanted to go first. He'd learn by "observation" before actually fighting Bro, something you probably should have considered, but hey you're 5, you get a free pass from things like foresight (you barely know what "foresight" means).

Finally, the time for the most epic and ironic battles ever was about to begin, and you found it odd that Bro was holding his precious puppet, Lil Cal, under his arm. The fight would proceed on the rooftop, the one place where people would neither question nor care about your ironic bout (Dirk said that it was also because the rooftop was high enough that few people would see the fight and feel threatened enough to call social services, but what did he know about anything anyway? You don't think that he should be questioning Bro, because Bro is awesome and ironic and knows everything). You raised your sword, your shaded eyes meeting Bro's before he disappeared into the wind. Confusion entered your mind as you turned your head from side to side, seeing nothing but the occasional image of Lil Cal, who slapped you a bit with his weird puppet arms before disappearing (there was also a white blur that you could guess was Bro, yet you couldn't strike at him because he always moved too quickly for you to see). You barely noticed that your Bro had come up behind you before it was too late and suddenly you felt a light tap on the back of your neck and everything faded to black.

When you had come to, you were lying on the dried cement ground of the rooftop, though surprisingly there weren't any bumps on your head from when you had fallen forward (Bro must've caught you). Bro had obviously lied when he said that he wouldn't be going easy; he had knocked you out with a mere tap, he didn't even have to use his swords to beat you. Worst of all, Dirk had gotten all of that on film and now that one video would be in the Strider family's embarrassing home video case to be viewed for years to come (right in between Dirk's accident with an electrical socket and the first time you'd broken a bone while doing something stupid…you think it had something to do with a skateboard).

You arose from the ground to find your shades at your side, slipping them on like the cool dude you were destined to become. You could see that Dirk and Bro had already confirmed that you were fine and had begun sparring, with Dirk putting up a much better fight than yourself. The camera from before had been placed on one of the air conditioning units, though Dirk and Bro had weighed it down with something that made it stay still as they fought. Lil Cal was going much faster than before, and you couldn't help but be stunned by how awesome your brothers were, fighting almost equally despite the massive difference in age. You didn't lose your cool about the fact that you weaker than them, oh no; your differences in strength only made you want to train even harder.

You watched as finally Dirk paused to catch his breath, with Bro gaining the upper-hand, sending your twin crashing into you. After minutes of struggling, the two of you managed to break free from one another and Dirk got up and brushed himself off. Bro had vanished for a moment, probably an unsafe thing to do since he was leaving two five year olds on the roof of a building with not a fence or rail in sight to feel you from accidentally slipping off the rooftop entirely, but he quickly returned with a bag of Doritos and some soda (2 orange sodas for Dirk and Bro, and in lieu of the carbonated substance, you were instead rewarded with your precious apple juice). Tired and having nothing else better to do, you, Dirk, and Bro decided to feast on Doritos and your preferred beverages as you watched the sunset, something you didn't do very often. Later on, you'd all go inside and Bro would put you and Dirk to sleep before probably watching another anime marathon, and someday you'd deny the event ever occurring at all. Because you were too cool and too ironic to ever have been weak at all.

Lulu: End~