Waking up with a pounding headache isn't how I usually get up in the mornings. Usually, it's being forced to be awake due to the cold temperatures of the AC that my siblings like to put on because they sweat like crazy for whatever reason. It would always end up with my throat being parched, forcing me to go downstairs, drink some water and warm up before starting the day. Headaches like these would only occur if I had a stressful day yesterday or if I am sick

Then again, considering the revelations that I had just realize Loud, maybe the migraine is warranted in this scenario.

Earth Bet…a place hell on Earth. Maybe it's a bit of an exaggeration I admit, considering that there are other, more dangerous fictional worlds out there than this one but just because that is true, doesn't mean that this world isn't dangerous, at least for me anyway.

I should be thankful that I wasn't whisked away into other dangerous worlds like the Nasuverse, DXD, or a typical medieval-style world. I don't think I could survive those worlds as easily as this one.

Sure, I still can die here via capes or fucking Endbringers but as long as I played my cards right and kept mostly to myself, I should have a relatively normal life here…

Except for the fact that I just prevented one of the major protagonists from getting her BS power of Sherlock Holmes on steroids due to being her brother…well shit.

Now while I do have a crush on Lisa/Sarah or my "sister" if you wanna get technical, the fact is I know it will never work out between the two of us. Disregarding the incest part for the moment, her attitude of simply trying to be the smartest person in the room doesn't sit quite well with me since I know more often than not, it would lead to a lot of arguments between us.

Not to mention that while she knows all your secrets and how to manipulate you into dancing her tune, I would be the poor sucker who would have no idea whether or not she is controlling you like one of those "Karens" I believe they call it on the internet that wants to exploit people like me who are gullible. I'm not naive but I would always want to give people the benefit of a doubt first and foremost, it is just within my nature after all.

But this is Sarah, the girl she was before she became Lisa, the girl who pushed away his brother because he wasn't genuine enough in his attempts of being a brother to her. Which I find sad and stupid.

Sad because Reginald couldn't express his problems to his little sister and the only way for him to cope is to try and spend time with her. I don't know if that is true or not, considering that there was a lack of information regarding how it really went down between the two. To make things more confusing, the information we got about him was from Lisa herself so there might be some biases there.

Stupid because killing yourself and abandoning your sister to your asshole parents' whims is the worst thing a sibling can do to another. Doesn't help that Sarah blurted out that she did notice something wrong with Reginald, adding fuel to the fire and having the parents put all the blame on her, causing her to trigger.

But now that's not the case. I have essentially taken his place and now have to act like her brother, otherwise, she would go through the same shit again…

And that…is simply impossible for me to do.

Sooner or later, Sarah will catch on. I don't know about the parents but Sarah definitely will know that something is wrong with his "brother". And then she might begin to test to see if I am her brother or a person wearing his face. Once that happens…it's over. Best case? She triggers once again and just runs away just like in canon, leaving me behind. Worse case? I get sent to a M/S prison in the PRT or the jail for para-humans and be subjected to…whatever shit will happen to me.

Fuck you Wildbow, you fucking sadistic dick! You couldn't have just written more of Lisa and her background story!? At the very least it would have helped mimic her dead/alive brother!

The only way for me to "fix" this problem is to run away. As weird as that option is, it would allow the story to technically follow canon, making Sarah trigger and run away… except if I do that, her motivation might be completely different. She might try to find me instead and with just how BS her power is…it's only a matter of time before she does find me and realizes…that her brother is long gone…

Aaagggghhh shit! There is just no good option here! I'm fucked in every fucking direction I go. I'm screwed!

Maybe there is a way to escape from this predicament that I got myself into but I just can't think of anything at the moment. Especially with my stomach rumbling like this.

So reluctantly getting out of my bed, I made my way to the door and opened it…only to be greeted by a tray of food on the ground.

Scrambled eggs with bacon and some toast on the side…

Oh yeah, I gotta also adapt to how Americans eat without rice too…

Fuck this will be more difficult than I thought.

As soon as I finished my breakfast, I brought the tray downstairs to the kitchen, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face.

"Oh, son! What a surprise to see you out this early in the morning."

I blinked at the man who was sitting at the dining table with his laptop out. He has short brown hair that looks like a faux hawk with the sides being trimmed. His green eyes stared at me through his blue-frame glasses. No facial hair to be seen clearly but I could tell he would have a beard on his face.

His outfit is quite surprising for a supposedly rich person, a comfortable blue hoodie with a white undershirt and some black sweatpants with sandals…

Honestly, my first impressions of a rich person are someone tall and imposing, a person who demands authority, someone who you should give your full attention to.

This person? I wouldn't even know that he was some rich dude if I didn't have the meta knowledge beforehand. Guess you can't assume rich people wear expensive bling when they have companies or businesses that would demand their attention more.

Wait…do I even know what they do for a living? Shit, I only know their names but not much else. Oh boy.

"Ah well…" I was nervous just speaking to the man who is essentially my father ,a stranger in this world. "Just wanted to get out of my dreary room for a bit you know? Stretching my legs and whatnot?"

The man hummed before going back to his laptop. "I can understand, son. Sometimes I can't even do my work in my bedroom. I would always go to another room or here where I can focus. You should leave your room more often. Can't have my son who will inherit my business someday, waste away in their room after all."

I laughed nervously as I unload my dishes on the sink and started to rinse them off. "I understand papa, don't worry. I'm just…trying to find myself I guess." Finding myself…yeah right. This body would already be hanging around if it weren't for me interfering and being stuck in his place so "finding myself" is accurate in a way.

"Papa?"

I flinched at the confused tone of the man's voice from my word choice. I forgot that Americans call their father, well father or dad instead of papa. Crap. What do I say!? Dad or father?

"Ah sorry about that…dad. I think I got so used to calling one of my friend's father papa that I accidentally let that slip."

I can hear a bit of irritation coming out from the man's voice as he replied. "Alright son, just don't let that slip again, especially when I'm near my colleagues from work. God knows how much teasing I'm gonna get from that little slip-up of yours."

"Aren't you overreacting a bit dad?"

"You have no idea how brutal my colleagues could–wait are you doing the dishes?"

I froze as my hands were just about to rinse off the soap from the dishes I just washed. I glanced behind me to see the man actually staring at me with an expression I can't tell what it means. Was he angry at me? Upset? Confused? I couldn't tell! I have never been scolded or doing chores before like this unless, of course, I'm doing something wrong.

"Yeah? I'm doing them…"

"Son, we have a housekeeper that will come in later to clean those dishes, you don't need to focus your time on those…activities."

I was irritated at his response, reading between the lines that maybe I shouldn't be doing these things because chores are for people who don't have money to afford to hire housekeepers to do it for them. I think he is implying that I am becoming a "lower class" if I do stuff like this.

Which I find ridiculous and somewhat offensive to the people who love doing household chores. I find it's a great stress reliever and a way for the mind to relax while doing something mindless and productive at the same time.

Also, I find it a waste of money to pay someone to do chores that you yourself can do, given the spare free time to do so. Now, while I am aware that they have business of sorts, I don't know what kind of business it is, not to mention that I think I remember them putting all their attention to me over Sarah because of the family business I am inheriting I think… Damnit, relying on fandom knowledge really isn't doing me any favors.

But anyway getting back on track, I need a good argument to warrant my weird action, or else he might be suspicious of something. Hmmm….

"How much do we pay for our housekeeper?"

My sudden question caught the man off-guard, humming to himself as he recalls, "About $40 per hour. They come around lunchtime until 20:00. Why do you ask?"

Ok so doing some quick math in my head, that is about $320 a day just for housekeeping. Assuming that they work for a week straight, we spend an average amount of…holy fuck… about $2000 per week just for housecleaning?! Are you Americans out of your minds!? Why the fuck would you spend that amount of money doing chores!?

I know we are rich and can afford shit like this but Jesus Christ, 2000 dollars, I can afford to buy a gaming PC or two back in the Philippines if I had that amount of salary per week. That price is simply ludicrous, even for me.

Now if only I can convert the dollars into pesos then I can really tell how much I would gain from it. Dismantling that router over there could allow me to-

Wait huh?

Dismantle? Why the fuck would I dismantle the router that could give me the parts to build-!

Oh…oh fuck…

This was not the hidden knowledge I wanted damn it.

"Son?"

My thought process was cut off as I looked at the man who was this body's father and just smiled at him. "Ah sorry…I was just thinking that…I do need to leave eventually and…letting me do the chores in the house would allow me to be more independent I guess."

"But you can simply hire housekeeping or servants as we do here to keep your home clean. Not to mention that you are inheriting the business and all of its assets. You don't need to work yourself to do these things as long as you have money to give." I don't know why Sarah's dad is so insistent on not letting me do chores, it's stupid and driving me nuts.

"But dad, there might be a time when I won't have access to the abundance of money that you guys have right now. What if the business fails then? I need to learn at least how to do chores and-!" I was cut off once more by his raise of a hand.

"No more son. We shall not speak of this topic again. You will not lower yourself by doing meaningless chores. You are the heir to the Livsey food industry and you will act like it. Understand." His tone indicates that there will be no more room for argument here.

I didn't want to let it go this easily but I nodded as another idea on how to take apart that TV and grant it access to the internet using-!

Fuck there it is again! Another gadget idea. I hoped that the first time was a fluke but I can be sure now that somehow, I triggered and gained Tinker powers…

Well, that just made things worse for me, that's for sure.