Your name is Bro Strider, and you are listening in on what is happening through Dave's room. It sounds like they are playing a gay game of Truth or Dare. You have no idea what is going to happen next, but it better be embarrassing enough to catch it on camera. You look down to make sure you have the shitty piece of electronics. Fuck. You forgot the camera. You go downstairs quickly to fetch that device before its too late.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you have no idea what that sound was outside your door. It made both you and John look at the door at the scraping sound. It almost sounded like a...cup? You should really pay attention to your surroundings. Bro could bash in with a sword, and a video camera. Also, if he does have a cup, you don't want to have to go and buy another. If its a video camera, bullshit. If its a sword, you better protect John. Bro is not someone you want to fight, especially when your a short little midget like John. You know this cause you used to be that defenseless midget. That is until Bro showed you the basics about fighting. You never will get the chance to thank him for that, because its uncool to thank for stuff like basics. Now the stuff you have to thank him for before that guy dies, is the really important stuff he gave you. Like food, shelter, and- dude, what the hell are you saying. That's stuff a wuss needs. You need the stuff to be cool. Yeah. Cool. Play it cool, bro.
You have finally found the camera, and you hope they haven't started yet. You flip the little battery tab open, and... Shit. The camera needs batteries. You now need to find those fuckers so you can get this bullshit on tape, and then send it to You-Tube. Or just keep it to yourself, and hide it forever until the future comes to the point where you and Dave move to a different place. Then it would come to the point where you two are packing, and he finds the embarrassing footage of Dave doing something he will never do again when your around. Now...Wheres those bitch energy sources..?
Your name is John Egbert, and you don't know what that noise was. You might as well get back to the game.
"Dave..Dave. Dave? Daaaaave? DAVE." You notice Dave was in thought, wow. You never really see a guy like this on a daily basis. You look at him and stare. You wonder what he hides behind those black glasses.. You open your hands that are being sucked onto his sunglasses. He finally notices and smacks your hands away. Wow. Reflexes.
"Truth or Dare, Egbert." He asks you, but it was more of a command then him asking. You think in a second and say, "Uhmm..I think I will choose truth! NO WAIT! Dare! Yeah! Dare!" He looks at you, and looks up to think.
"Hmmmm..." He's thinking... Your a little nervous, but its cool. Totally cool. Wait. Being nervous isn't cool. You need to be cool around this guy. Damn it! How the hell does this guy do it? It is driving you insane. Must have taken him years to be that cool! Okay, you must not underestimate Strider's. They take at least a week to train up to be that cool.
You finally found some batteries. Goddamn it, your going to miss it all. Shit. You hurry up the stairs, and place the cup on the door. You hear.. Dave. Thinking? When do Strider's have time to think? "We just do it.. Not think.." you say to yourself quietly. The young boy is thinking... while playing Truth or Dare. Why think of all times when he could just be telling the other boy to take his shirt off, or suck Dave's dick..But, then again.. Dave isn't really that much of a pervert like you, and not that much of an ass. Why didn't you put cameras in his room? God. Damn. It.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you heard the noise again, along with Bro's voice. Strider's have ears. Strider's can hear very well. You notice John waiting for his Dare, and not noticing the sounds that you did, so you get an idea.
"Go and tell Bro - the guy who thinks he can get away with this; the guy behind the door - and tell him to fuck off." You say casually. John gets wide eyed, and looks at the door. You nod and he walks over and opens the door, and says, "Fuck off, Bro! Um..I mean... Please fuck off?" Oh god. This couldn't get any funnier than it is now. John just told the coolest, most chill Strider to fuck off. God, this is funny, but you keep your poker face.
Your name is Bro Strider, and you are walking away from the door with a poker face that really wants to let go. You don't really know what to say. All you can say is that shit was the funniest thing that has ever happened to you. "Don't let this happen again." You strictly say to yourself.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you want to laugh your ass off.
Your name is John Egbert, and you hope your not in trouble for the shenanigans you, and Dave just pulled.
Your name is Bro Strider, and your little bro has his own tricks up his sleeve just to get away from you.