"Okay so…" James prepared himself for what he was about to tell Gerald. "A Neo Shooter is someone who is bio-linked to a firearm through a nano-virus. The nano-virus is hundreds of thousands of microscopic nanites that link your entire body to the firearm you shoot if it has been rigged with the nanite. How the nanites distribute is through the trigger, the trigger has a prong inside of it that is connected to a vile of nanites ready for distribution. When fired for the first time the prong is triggered to jam into the shooter's hand. They don't even feel it due to the recoil of the gun their brain is too distracted by the firearm to notice the jabbing in their hand, see if you look here." James pointed to a small silver dot on the AK's trigger. "That's the prong right here, which dispatches multiple times until all nanites have successfully entered the shooter's bloodstream."
James added.
Gerald had a lot to process. "Will the nanites kill him?" Gerald asked "Aside from all the Sci-Fi bogus, the nanites don't pose a threat to Kyle nor other shooters. Yeah, the code is severely corrupted. But it should not be a threat, could be why Kyle is feeling emotionally distressed from being separated from the thing though." James replied. "Is that why his eyes glow red?" Gerald asked calmly. "Red? What do you mean red? He's a RifleBearer class that shou- oh my god." James felt sick to his stomach, he had no idea what to say. "What? Is that not supposed to happen?" Gerald asked puzzled. "I've seen the coding in Riflebearer rifles glitch or corrupt, but not as bad as Kyle's." James didn't have an answer. James put reattached the stock to the AK and put the screws back.
"What is a RifleBearer?" Gerald kept asking questions. "Look Gerald, you're a good dad. And I have a lot of respect for you, even though we just met." James said sincerely. "I know this is a lot to ask, but highly suggest you return the AK to Kyle. for Kyle's sake. You said you trusted me right?" James added expecting Gerald to snap again in disagreement. "I trust you, James, what should I do, you know… to be what Kyle needs me to be?" Gerald asked. "I've never been a father Gerald, but I did have to take care of my bro, He's been through the most hell anyone could go through," James responded sorrowfully.
"He's not the only one, Kyle he… was kidnapped by Apple, they mutilated his body for some sick next-generation technology," Gerald said trying to not puke with the nausea that filled his stomach. "JESUS CHRIST! That was him?!" James shouted in shock. "Fuck man, that sucks," James added. "Yeah, it was, it took him months to be able to keep a full meal down," Gerald replied.
"It's your choice whether you return the AK, I won't interfere," James said walking towards the door. "Thanks for trusting me Gerald, most people don't." James then left back to the living room.
Gerald looked at the AK on his bed. "I don't like you," Gerald said to the AK. "But my love for my son overrides my dislike for you," Gerald added picking up the AK. "Don't disappoint me." he could not believe he was talking to he might as well be as crazy as Kyle. with that, Gerald made his decision. Gerald walked out of his room with and entered the living room. Kyle was in the corner of the wall crying his eyes out, his tears gleamed a brilliant red. Stan was beside him trying to comfort him but to no avail.
Gerald walked up to Kyle and patted his shoulder. Kyle refused to look behind him. "Kyle, It's Daddy, can you please talk to me?" Gerald asked calmly "NO! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" Kyle screamed still facing the corner. "If you hate me Kyle, can you tell it to my face?" Gerald said still trying to be cool. "NO!" Kyle yelled. "I'M IN MY QUIET CORNER THAT MEANS LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kyle added still screaming and yelling. "Okay Kyle that's fine, but someone wants to be in the quiet corner with you," Gerald said parentally. "TELL THEM TO FUCK OFF!"
Kyle said without realizing who he said that to. "Well Gee Kyle, that hurt 's feelings."
Gerald teased. Kyle gasped and turned around faster than ever, when he saw his heart skipped a beat. "M-M-MINE MINE!" Kyle said grabbing and holding onto him for dear life
James smiled and said. "It's a Family Reunion!"
Mattstacks looked at his brother and said "It sure is" Both olders smiled at the happy child. "Yo Matt you know what this calls for?" James said, Smirking. "What James, and what's with that shit-eating smirk?" Mattstacks replied. "It calls for some...BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRR!" James said excitedly. Stan is still unsure about these strange men, but he'd been craving a fix of booze for a while. "Will I be able to drink?" Stan asked, hoping he'd be allowed to consume whatever they were going to be drinking. "Oh yeah! Haha! Hope you know it's illegal, but I ain't no snitch. Sure, kid." James laughed. "Let me get the beer from my truck!" James added.
Gerald watched in disbelief and disgust.
"I'm just gonna go to sleep, I want these adults out by 12:30 PM Kyle!" Gerald said with a parental tone then went to his bedroom to let the group do their thing.
The whole situation was strange, yet comfortable. It was like a family gathering, in a way. On the coffee table, James was pouring some vodka into a shot glass. Stan wanted what he had, so he approached the man. "Can I have some?" Stan said with an eager tone in his voice. The boy's sudden words surprised James, but he'd heard way worse before. "I mean, you can in a while, but I'm getting shots ready for 'Stacks and I." That answer made Stan feel disappointed, so he grabbed the bottle from James as it was being set down. "Hey kid, what're you doing?-" Stan ignored him, and to show he was mature, he took a swig straight from the bottle. It surprised James, but it wasn't the weirdest thing he'd seen before. The alcohol went into his system, and he felt more relaxed now, and slightly more comfortable around the group. Stan and James didn't have another confrontation after that, partly because he didn't want Stan to be hurt while under the influence.
An hour passed and they were all drunk.
Then the unimaginable happened.
Kyle was on Mattstack's lap. Face to face with each other. They drunkenly looked at each other. Stacks put his hand on Kyle's face and smiled at him. "You know, I like you, Kyle." Kyle felt uneasy but smiled back trying not to show he felt nervous. "That's okay, I…like you too." With that response, Stacks initiated a kiss. Kyle didn't know how to process that, but he got a strange feeling in his gut from it. But, he didn't want to cause a fight, so he let it happen. "Kyle, I really like you.." It was noticeable that Mattstacks was heavily intoxicated, and Kyle felt all the more uncomfortable from the whole situation. But somewhere deep down, he enjoyed the idea of somebody wanting him enough to act on something so vile to him. And with that small part of him, he reasoned with himself that this was what he was supposed to be doing, as wrong as it sounded out loud. Yet he was still unsure about what he'd need to do for it to stop. But he didn't fight back, he was scared of what could possibly happen.
And with the last little amount of energy Stan had, he watched in shock before blacking out over James's belly… Maybe he'd forget he'd witnessed this whole ordeal occur.