L.A, California. Dave's Pent House.

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2am.

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It was late, way later than you should've been up. But you just couldn't sleep, you haven't been able to get a good nights sleep since you were five. After all you always grew up isolated. Since your brother and your legal Guardian, Dave strider, was famous and things he had pulled you out of school and had hired a private touter, but you hardly listened. Not to mention you didn't really have a job? So you often stayed up in your room, alone making robots to fight, drawing, watching those shitty 2010's horse movies, and with the occasional noise of Cal and Hal keeping you company.

Though there was one constant in your life. That was Dave. Dave was odd to say the least, especially around you. It was creepy in a way. The way he would smile at you, keep his hand on your shoulder for a little too long. Plus he always wanted to "bond" when he got home from work, even if those moments were to intimate to me family Friendly at times. But he was your brother, you didn't think much about it.

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You were currently hunched over your desk, your lamp being the only light in the room as you worked on connecting an arm to a recently built robot of yours. That's when your computer lit up, Hall's familiar shades popping up into the screen.

Dave is h0me. Just th0ught I sh0uld let y0u kn0w.

The AI said, his voice crackling over the small speaker as a ring camera footage appeared on a pop up with Dave unlocking the front door, you could tell by his posture he was intoxicated. With that your computer shut off. You sighed and paused connecting the arm. You glanced through your shades, spotting the familiar puppet sitting on your bed. Lil' Cal didn't move but in your messed up brain you imagined the puppet shrugged his shoulders. For once, he was silent and no help.

You nervously moved towards your bedroom door. You silently creaked it open, peaking your head out. You saw Dave walk past the living room and quickly ducked back into your room, your breath hitched. You knew he was probably going to put his work stuff up, try not to act drunk off his ass, and then come to your room. You could feel the pure dread pooling into your stomach. Sure, you loved your brother. But you wouldn't deny it if he made you feel gross enough to tear your skin off.

So anxiously you walked back towards your desk, and went back to connecting the arm. Counting down the seconds until Dave would enter your room...

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and with that your door creaked open. You flinched instinctively, shoulders hunching up towards your ears. You glanced behind you and saw Dave approach.

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Dave smiled and walked behind you, pulling you into a behind hug that felt a little to tight. You could feel the strain between his legs as his arms wrapped around your waist. He lazily laid his head on your shoulder.

"Heyyyyy kiddo~ whatcha workin' on now huh?"

he asked, trying not to slurr his words as he tried to act casual. You could smell the whiskey off his breath but ignored it as you tried to think of a "cool detached" way to answer.