Monostuck (Where the update to suggestion ratio is better than 1:2)

**loner-kid** · 06-13-2011, 08:11 PM

=> Begin

Today is a day, like and unlike so many before it. And with it comes the sun, a gently glowing disk of yellow light peering over the horrizon. But as usual this is not a concern of the sleeping figure, curled up into a tight ball at the centre of his bed. For him this day will be more important than any other. Today is the day he plays a game. But it will be a long time before the disks will grace the inside of his computer. So for now he sleeps, the light that filters through his window growing ever stronger. The room is smaller than would be expected and somewhat plain, the walls covered only in a layer of glossed red paint. Furniture of varying sizes are scattered around the room, a simple desk and wardrobe pushed up against the wall in a desperate bid to save space; baskets and bins lying aimlessly, their purpose long neglected; scattered shelves straining under the weight of paper tomes. The air itself seems almost expectant, as if it can see the whispers of what's to come. But still he sleeps, slender athletic limbs clasping the pillow to his chest. Dark blonde hair cascading around his slumbering face, wispy strands splaying in all directions. And we must wait. Wait for those pale green eyes to slowly creep open. But before he struggles awake, this boy must be given a name. Because it is only from now that what happens will matter.

Authorlog:

**RandomHobo4** · 06-13-2011, 08:16 PM

Lazy McHugedouche

Eric Bourne

((Let's get this started))

**CrazyMan** · 06-15-2011, 12:52 AM

Ethan Ghostface.

**loner-kid** · 06-17-2011, 09:38 PM

Originally Posted by CrazyMan

Ethan Ghostface.

As strange as it may seem, and as much as the child resents it, this is the name he must live with. A speck of stupidity that will loom over him far after his one chance to discard it. But i feel we are getting ahead of ourselves. For now it would be far better to stick to a linear progression of this boys poorly thought out decisions.

Ethan twitched, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to ignore the gentle pull of conscious. Sound exploded from the floor below him, a series of loud bangs followed by the whiz of metal hurtling through the air and the hard thunk as it connected against whatever barred its path. He groaned, surrendering to the now inescapable pull of his conscious mind. He rolled out of bed, briefly reaching down to turn on the computer that sat beneath his desk before making his way bleary eyed to the tall wardrobe to get dressed. He paused for a moment, looking over the somewhat random assortment of clothing. With a slight shrug he pulled out a pair of pale brown chorded trousers and a smooth black t-shirt emblazoned with a single red feather. He slipped the clothes on quickly, trying his best not to question the myriad of explosions that had marked his wake up call. Things always got complicated when he questioned the explosions.

Ethan turned back to his computer, settling down in front of it as it finished booting up. The screen was filled with icons and short cuts, obscuring a piece of concept art he'd picked up awhile ago. It showed an impossible tower, built from amalgamations of a small suburban house and stretching up into the sky so far that faded into barely the whisper of a line. There were other things too, dark shapes against the sky and pale whitewashed walls. Monsters, beasts, roaming the world that the player would build upon. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he looked at it, after all, he'd be playing it soon. Nther, a game people had been talking about for months. Admittedly most of that was speculation on why there was shit all information about it going around, and why the title seemed to be sorely lacking in the vowel department. But even so it captured the imagination, it was the wild card, the unknown. He jumped as the immediate ping of a messenger alert filled his ears.

--furiousHamster began pestering paradoxBlackout--

**RandomHobo4** · 06-19-2011, 08:08 PM

Ethan: Remember what that creepy guy in the back alley once told you, "Before soloing something like a mofo, eat a proper breakfast." He might not have been sane, but he gave damn good and creepily specific advice.

**loner-kid** · 06-28-2011, 04:57 PM

Originally Posted by RandomHobo4

Ethan: Remember what that creepy guy in the back alley once told you, "Before soloing something like a mofo, eat a proper breakfast." He might not have been sane, but he gave damn good and creepily specific advice.

Ethan looked up, his eyes staring in unfocused confusion at an unremarkable point on the wall. He really wasn't sure where that thought came from. Sure it made a certain deal of sense in context but he was surprised he even bothered to remember the random gibberish of shady back alley hobo's. I mean, yeah that guy had given him some accurate advice once or twice, usually pertaining to the immediate future like 'Don't attempt to light the camp fire without checking no one soaked the wood in petrol for a laugh' or his personal favourite 'that cat will eat your feet if you go near it, it's a murderous cat'. That aside, he probably should get something to eat. He'd only just woken up and he was going to have to eat at some point. He pushed himself away from the computer and began to make his way over to the door. There was another explosion beneath him, followed by the scrape of metal on metal and the sound of pressurised water erupting from its prison. He gritted his teeth as he slid onto the landing, his eyes darting back and forth in search of stray projectiles. Happy that the air was free of wayward projectiles he almost jogged towards the stairs, beginning his descent with a sense of desperate urgency.

The hall was empty, filled with the cold bright light of morning that shone like uncaring beams into its depths. The floor was wooden, although discoloured from years of use, with a vibrantly coloured rug covering much of its surface. A number of doors could be seen jutting from the smooth walls, leading off into the rest of the house. It was strangely quiet, as if the air itself was waiting expectantly for another barrage of sound. Ethan stood, listening for a few moments. The silence however continued unbroken, and he manoeuvred his way towards the kitchen.

Not much could be said for the kitchen, a dark tiled mass with shiny metal fixtures and wooden cabinets. It was ultimately bland, though it seemed like someone had at least tried to spruce it up as a vase of sickly purple flowers sat on one of the counter tops. Ethan reached out towards one of the cabinets, opening it quickly and grabbing a slim box of cereal. He pushed his hand into the narrow confines of the packet and grabbed a handful of cereal that he brought, without pause, to his mouth as he leaned against the counter. It was hardly worth getting out a bowl to eat. After all, no one was going to complain if they didn't see it and for now he was effectively home alone. He felt the next wave of sound, vibrating through the air as explosion roared beneath him. Effectively being the keyword here.

**loner-kid** · 08-22-2011, 03:08 PM

Ethan: Investigate explosions

That would hardly be necessary, you think you'd be just a tad more concerned about the explosions if you didn't already know what was causing them. I mean it's not like you're so blase about life in general that the prospect of imminent fiery death via explosion would be less concerning than whether or not you got a handful of cereal. Be reasonable here.

Ethan: find source of explosions

Again, you already...

Ethan groaned as he realised that at least checking where the god forsaken explosive nutcase had holed himself up would be worth his time. If he was lucky he could lock the bastard in so that he wouldn't intefere while he was trying to play. He could still remember the last time that idiot had ruined a game for him, blowing up his computer while he was still using it to test some stupid explosive inducing machine thing. I mean what the hell would that even be for? Sure it worked, but so would a bloody grenade, and probably better considering how many times he stuck his head arond the door to check on it.

He shoke his head, walking slowly towards the sporadic rumble of whatever useless experiment was going on. It was hard to tell exactly, but the sound seemed to be emenating up from somewhere beneath him. Ethan furrowed his brow slightly as he twisted the thought around his head. As far as he was aware there wasn't any basement beneath the house, no stairs or strangely absent areas in which to hide a secret entrance. Although... He siddled into the lifeless lounge, staring at the wall which used to house a fireplace. It was right below the nutjobs room. He smiled to himself as he placed his ear to the faint depression that remained of where the fireplace had once been. The low rumble was louder, echoing in the still hollow shaft. Ethan felt an overwhelming urge to smash his head against the wall. The idiot had built a secret basement accessed through an unused chimmney that connected to their room. Words couldn't even describe the lengths that had been gone to for such a stupid idea.

Ethan strode upstairs still fuming slightly at this revelation. He paused on the landing, torn between baricading the hell out of the door that lead to the 'super secret underground lab that was so amasingly subtle that it didn't even need soundproofing to hide it' or returning to his own room to apolagise for leaving tess hanging rather than saying he was going to dissappear for a bit... He really needed to stop doing that.

He slipped back into his room, returning to the computer and hoping she wasn't too angry with him.

--furiousHamster began pestering paradoxBlackout--

--furiousHamster ceased pestering paradoxBlackout--

**RandomHobo4** · 08-23-2011, 12:04 AM

Ethan: Converse with the "Nel" girl that was mentioned earlier

**loner-kid** · 08-23-2011, 06:28 PM

Originally Posted by RandomHobo4

Ethan: Converse with the "Nel" girl that was mentioned earlier

Good god no! Even if she wasn't an annoyingly retarded idiot with control issues, the longer he could avoid telling her about the whole soloing plan the better. She'd only spend the next few hours pestering him ceaslessly until he curled into a ball of submission and agreed to return to the team. He pushed himself away from the computer, his head cocked towards the door and his thoughts centred on actually setting up the all important baricade. There was a beep from his speakers, followed quickly by a second and a third. He groaned as the beeping only seemed to increase in tempo.

--sensitiveMarionette began pestering paradoxBlackout--

--paradoxBlackout blocked sensitiveMarionette with a vengence--

**RandomHobo4** · 08-23-2011, 06:53 PM

Ethan: Become the person on your chumlist whose text color is the first alphabetically

**supersinger472** · 08-24-2011, 09:54 AM

> Check to see if Nther actually arrived
> Bake a lemon meringue pie

**loner-kid** · 08-24-2011, 05:47 PM

Originally Posted by supersinger472

> Check to see if Nther actually arrived

Ethan scratched the top of his head gently, hadn't he done that yet? His eyes wandered around the surface of his desk searching for the discs. Apparently not. Well it wasn't as if going to fetch them from, wherever his brother had left the mail was going to be too difficult or challenging. He usually left it in the kitchen, but considering he didn't see it earlier it kinda ruled that possibility out. Ethen clenched his eyes together tightly as he tried to think of anywhere else his brother may have left them. Other than the super stupid secret lab. Please don't be in the lab.

Originally Posted by RandomHobo4

Ethan: Become the person on your chumlist whose text color is the first alphabetically

Who would even think of that? You can't just turn someone into someone else, no matter how oddly specific you are. The idea is clearly absurd, the kind of thing some one comes up with just to be difficult. Besides you'd need to be ethan to actually go through with that command. You do type in a nice shade of blue though if that's relevant in any way.

Originally Posted by supersinger472

> Bake a lemon meringue pie

Alex curled themself up into a ball on the comfortable high backed chair upon which they sat, their toes curling over the edge and a thick duvet scavenged from the boiler room wrapped tightly around their shoulders. Their face was narrow, with a mixture of harsh and soft features. A crop of straight ginger hair flowed out from beneath a white felt hat, framing their lilac tinged eyes. To be frank it was cold in the room, and no amount of warm coloured self styling in russet reds and gentle gold could make one forget it. Even the drawings and paintings that Alex had made to fill the empty walls did little to calm the chill.It didn't help that they were stuck with Nther either, leaving Alex with nothing to distract themself from it. There was a ping from their laptop, and Alex rushed at the chance for a distraction.

--furiousHamstar began pestering viscousArtist--

--furiousHamster blocked viscousArtist--

Alex smiled to themself happily, being blocked was always the best way to end a conversation. Although it did leave them with nothing to do again. Bored and alone in the cold. And as if from nowhere they were struck with the burning white lightning of inspiration. Alex's grin widened as they wondered whether the meringue cookbook was still lying around.

**RandomHobo4** · 08-24-2011, 09:34 PM

Alex: Examine gender

**supersinger472** · 08-24-2011, 10:36 PM

> Consider why you are always being blocked
> Admire your beautiful art

**loner-kid** · 08-26-2011, 07:29 AM

Originally Posted by RandomHobo4

Alex: Examine gender

Alex frowned at the unwanted thought. Why did gender even matter? They were who they were, not a product of societies gender-based expectations and pressures. They wore, spoke, and acted from the core of their being rather than succumbing to the pretty litlle princess or the charming gentleman. What is the difference when all is said and done? Mental or physical it shouldn't define their life and they wont let it. There are more important things than whether they can pee standing up.

Originally Posted by supersinger472

> Consider why you are always being blocked
> Admire your beautiful art

Oh please, that's obvioulsy because you're intensely disturbing. You thrive off the creation and appreciation of nightmare fuel, it's the crux of your art. Death and strange algomations of the human form streach in vivid colours across canvas and paper. Alex stood up slightly on the chair, leaning foreward to gently caress the rough surface of one of their favourite creations. Only a few were like this, paintings that seemed to bleed through into reality. Making them was like giving your body and soul over to something greater than yourself, like being in union with the universe itself. No... Not the universe... Something beyond it. Transcending it. These paintings are special, you know that more deeply than you could ever adequetly explain. This one is of you losing your eye. The blood running down your check like a tear to meet the insane grin as over you stands the bloodstained figure of the black carapace, casting his twisted shadow against your tortured face. The others are just as powerful, some more explicit and others more symbolic. Each is the centrepiece of a room. You'd have it no other way.

**RandomHobo4** · 08-26-2011, 02:27 PM

Alex: You're crazy, aren't you?

**loner-kid** · 09-02-2011, 07:48 PM

Originally Posted by RandomHobo4

Alex: You're crazy, aren't you?

Crazy? why do people keep asking you that? Is it the whole connecting with something that trancends this universe or just the morbid brutality of your art? Because people believe that they can have a connection to a transcendental being like god, and the disturbing viscerality of your art is an expression of human baseness, both your own and the collective. Something too many pretend doesn't exist. How can they? Sorrow, anger, deceit, ewach with their own distortion of beauty. But you're going off topic aren't you? Crazed or sane you are still only alex. Only the painter. Only the watcher who stares out at the future.

Paint child

Alex stood up slowly, shedding the warm embrace of their cloth cacoon like a changed creature emerging for the first time into a fresh new world. The cold forgotten even as wisps of breath curled from their lips. Their clothes were kind of cute in their simplicity, a stylish painters smock dotted with dashes of vibrant colour in the lifeblood of their trade. And beneath that, dainty almost lace like leggings that flowed over their smooth calves like silk. But for all thattheir eyes were glazed, as if seeing something that was not there. They breathed in deeply, pawing blindly over the desk in search of a brush, feeling the sharp, rough wood of its shaft and clinging desperately like a child to its mother. They strode foreward, flinging a fresh canvas onto the easel. Before stopping. Brush poised. The clean white surface beckoning sweetly. Alex shuddered, slapping it away as their eyes scoured the room. No. That wasn't it. Wasn't what it needed. Bigger. More. Alex began to pant heavily as the images crammed themselves into every nook and crany of their mind. They stared down at the wooden floor beneath them. There. Here. But they needed more. Furniture flew from the room as it was torn from its familiar ground and hurled out of sight. Even then it wasn't right. Missing something... Alex stared up wild eyed at the paintings on their wall. Yes... But not just any painting. No. This needed more than just scribbles. She grabbed wildly at the one that depicted her maiming, throwing it against the floor and watching it skid to a stop. There was a pause as she took it in. It Wasn't enough. They turned, leaving the room, rushing through the halls of their house ripping painting from their special spots upon the wall and clutching them to their chest. They returned littering the paintings across their floor seemingly at random. Alex smiled, dropping to their hands and knees as they began to paint thick black lines against the wood. After a moment they stopped, flinging the brush to one side and dunking their hands deep into the buckets of paint.

This is your duty

Alex giggled as the slick, oily paint carresed their fingers, sighing as they pulled each hand over the the unresisting wood. Slowly the image began to piece itself together as layer upon layer was smeared against it. A great tree began to streach between the paintings. Figures of your friends in pain and anguish cluttered between the branches, Ethan alone between silent stone pillars lit only by the strange blue light of his monitors screen, and strange creatures of petal and vine retreating before the paradox that did not belong there. There were more, too many to describe in the detail they deserved. Alex drew back, seeing the hands that streached out of the tree towards themself. They shuddered slightly, their break in concentration letting the harsh biting chill slither through their body. They rubbed their face to regain their focus, colouring half of it as black as night. Alex dipped their hand into a new bucket, splattering the floor with a deep red tinge. They began to sketch something else in the centre of the tree, the still wet black paint seeping into the the fresh red and discolouring it in rippling waves. What emerged was something barely there. As if its presence was trying to conceal its true nature. A figure, bound to the tree, and in pain. Alex's hand drifted lower, new red figures propogating like some unholy spawn until they were so small as to be little more than a blur of red paint. Alex rubbed at their eye, staining it red. What more? What more did this need?

Tess: mope

Tess sighed, her head cradled between her crossed arms that lay heavily on her desk. Why did he always have to be serious about the silly ideas you didn't want him to do? It's not like you had any right to stop him though, no matter how much you wish you could. But this was one of the only chances you had of playing a game together before you got sent off to that dumb bording school your mother insisted on because 'it's where I used to go when I was a girl'. God you hate that stuffy old place, with its dottering teachers and the strict dorm keeper. They'd never let you 'waste' a few hours playing a game with friends when you could be studying. Still, she wasn't going to pass up this game even if it wasn't exactly what she had hoped for. She pushed herself off the desk, dark hair splaying foreward and brushing over her rounded features. Well she should probably at least give Ethan a few more tips about what they knew so far. He might be able to help them in return afterall.

**RandomHobo4** · 09-02-2011, 08:00 PM

Tess: Tell us about yourself
Tess: Contact Ethan again

**supersinger472** · 01-11-2012, 02:15 AM

> Tess write out a handy list of everything you know

**loner-kid** · 01-15-2012, 06:39 PM

supersinger472, your dedication to monostuck even 3 months after it effectively died is increadibly touching. So touching in fact that I may consider recontinuing it sometime in the next few weeks (I have exams right now so don't expect anything straight away)

**supersinger472** · 01-15-2012, 06:54 PM

loner-kid: im glad youre thinking of continueing the story, the idea is very interesting and i want to continue learning about the characters. plus the writing is just so koala-tea

**loner-kid** · 01-26-2012, 01:44 PM

> Tess: tell us about yourself

You're the eldest daughter of a fairly affluent family. Rich enough to send you off to a boarding school on the whims of your mother at least. But you've already mentioned that haven't you. You get on fairly well with your family considering how long you spend away from them, and you really do try to look out for your sisters despite the distance. One thing everyone always seems to make a big deal out of is that you're adopted. Its just been a non-issue for you growing up, they never tried to hide it from you, and you really don't think it matters all that much who actually birthed you. But so many of the people you've talked to about it end up giving you the pity stare, or being outraged that you have so little interest in your biological heritage. With that uncomfortable bombshell safely out of the way though you're a fairly avid gamer, during the schools holidays at least. You always prefeed team based games, and you slowly just slipped into an informal 'gaming group' a couple of years ago. Back then it was just you, Ethan, Marcus, and Richard; but it just kind of sattelited into your own little community. Sometimes you can't help but feel irritated that you've yet to meet so many of your closest friend face to face though.

> Tess write out a handy list of everything you know

Well that shouldn't take too long. It basically just amounts to 'Our interpretation of the vauge as fuck instructions that the developers thought would be more constructive to write in poetic verse as opposed to some form of questlog' That's essentially the reason nothing much has happened despite being at it for nearly 3 hours. Well that wasn't exactly fair, They pretty much knew what the game was asking them to do, in essence... It just didn't make all the much sense. She stopped, slowly twirling a strand of hair around one of her fingers. The only thing she could really give Ethan right now was info on setting up the game. There was a ping from her computer as a message alert flew across the screen. She clicked it quickly, still churning over some thoughts in her head.

--rageKitten began pestering furiousHamster--

>Ethan: Brave the dangers of the super secret laboratory to retrieve your game

Ethan rolled his eyes as he pushed himself away from his desk lazily. He was going to have to confront his brother about it sooner or later, and it really was the most likely place for the game to be right now. He strode out the door quickly, crossing over the hallway towards his brothers door. It looked like it always did, lead plated and covered in hazard symbols. None of which were particuarly relevent to the actual dangers your brother practiced in there, especially the radioactivity sign. Even your brother's not that stupid. Ethan slid his hand onto the door handle, pushing it down experimentally. There was a metalic rasp as the lock resisted his movement. He shrugged slightly, his eyes roaming over the barrier that lay in his way. The lock was new, but not entirely unexpected. Honestly the lack of a lock all the years before was far more worrying. Knowing your brother though he didn't tend to think these things through properly. Ehan crouched down feeling along the carpet infront of the door. There was a raised section near the hinge, hard to the touch. He pushed it gently, hearing a soft click. Smoke and fire exploded around him as the door was hurled from its hinges into the room. All ethan could do was to freeze in abject disbelief as he stared through the smouldering door frame. Within the confines of the room were... A terrifying amount of explosives. Without even including the fireworks there were sticks of dynamite littered like cloths across the floor boards, and a great big cake like slab of plastic that the mind silently fears is C4. It's the room of a madman, whose failsafe for opening the door was to detonate the stupid thing right in front of the biggest stockpile of explosives this side of a nuclear silo. Ethan siddled out of the doorway, trying his best to catch his breath as his heart raced around his chest like a schizophrenic rally car.

**RandomHobo4** · 01-26-2012, 01:50 PM

(HURRAY FOR UPDATE)

Ethan: Welp, at least now you know what to expect now. Either way, you might as well get this over with.

**supersinger472** · 01-27-2012, 09:59 PM

> Venture forth my good man! What's the worst that could happen?

(YEEEE update!)

**loner-kid** · 01-29-2012, 04:33 PM

Originally Posted by supersinger472

> Venture forth my good man! What's the worst that could happen?

So very many things, Ethan thought as he cautiously poked his head around the wrekage of the door frame. He shook his head once more in disbelief, his eye twitching maddly, as he slowly swung himself to his feet. He strode through and into the room, irritation pouring off him like rivlets of water. His eyes swept over the room, searching for his brothers 'Secret Lab Entrance', as he painfuly gritted his teeth like an overly tense clamp. There was a metal pannel, half ajar against the wall, and around it could be seen the faint ridges where someone had plastered over the scars of ripping out a mantel piece. Ethan kicked the pannel heavily, letting it smash inexorably into the wall where it broke through the plaster and sat embedded in a miniture rain of dust. Behind it lay a hole, with iron bars jutting out of the brickwork like oversized staples. He dropped down into the hole muttering obscenities under his breath as he began the descent.

It was cold in the narrow space of the chimmney, and his hands were starting to stiffen and rub raw on the seemingly icy iron bars. There was a low rumble beneath him, followed by a shockwave of air that shook the world around him, dislodging ash and soot to whirl down around him like a swarm of insects. He coughed harshly as the gritty particles entered his nose and mouth. His brother was not getting off easily today. That stupid door could have killed him. No, not could of, the fact that it didn't set off the clusterfuck of explosives in that room was a god damned miracle. His brother had done a lot of stupid things, and put him in danger more times than he could count. But he'd never seriously thought he was going to die before, severely injured maybe, but he had to draw the line somewhere. Hell he should have drawn the line years ago, but no he just let the idiot do as he pleased like a complete sucker. He reached the bottom still seething in pent up anger. The door into the new super secret basement wasn't difficult to find, lit up like a christmas tree. His brother had even hung up a 'home sweet home' sign, although he'd crudely added the word explosive before the second home. Ethan didn't waste anytime raging over this new stupidity and instead slammed the door open.

The new basement was actually rather large, equipped with all manner of experimental equipment and concrete protected testing areas. There was a passageway off to one side that seemed to stretch for about 500 yards, and was probably where they first started the build, and why he hadn't noticed its construction. All of this paled before the lit stick of dynamite that was being propelled towards his face. Ethan barely caught it, the slender red tube slipping through his fingers even as he flung it away. It exploded in mid air, the blast lifting him from his feet and hurling him back into the ex-chimney shaft where he crumpled into a shock induced heap. All he could hear was ringing, a vibration tearing away at his head as he struggled to remain conscious. Slowly he pulled himself up, supporting himself on the iron bars. They felt strangely slick to the touch, with an unwelcome warmth. His glazed eyes swiveled towards them to see his blood slicked hand slipping over the cold metal. He stumbled back into the basement, his mouth worming its way around the words his still dazed mind was trying to force out.

"Twice...?" He murmered softly, managing to steady himself for the first time since the explosion. "Twice." He said harshly, fire beggining to rage behind his eyes. "You almost kill me twice in one day!" He roared, trembling in unspoken rage. The sound echoed around the room as Ethan panted heavily, fists clenched. A hand shot up from behind an upturned workbench, perfectly still like a flagpole in a calm breeze.

"Sorry" A voice called out from behind his wooden fortress.

"Sorry!? Get out here you bastard!" Ethan screamed. There was a pause, before a begoggled head pushed itself out of hiding. He was similar to Ethan, with the same wispy blond hair and youthful vitality, but much more stockily built. Most of his face was obscured by the large black glassed goggles that he wore almost constantly, and his hair was slicked back out of the way. He leaned casually over the workbench, like a neighbor would lean against a fence to chat about the weather.

"So, I'm assuming you came for the post?" He said in a low timbre, changing the topic like a skilled artisan. "It's over there, next to the pile of det charges"

"You think I'm going to ignore having dynamite thrown at my face!" Ethan said, his eyes not leaving his brother for a second.

"You did entered an active explosive testing area" His brother said, adjusting his goggles with a free hand.

"No! I am not the one at fault here!" Ethan snapped, pointing an accusatory finger towards his brother. "Why in gods name would you test ANYTHING explosive next to the only exit, and why would you not install safety lights so people would know that there is an active test going on!"

"It's not the only exit" He replied, tilting his head to one side. "I'm not stupid"

"You rigged your door, the door behind which you store the majority of your explosive arsenal, with explosives!" Ethan shouted hoarsely.

"It's not the majority" His brother muttered to himself.

"How is that supposed to make me feel better!" Ethan growled dangerously. Hia brother half shrugged and vaulted over the workbench, closing the distance between them quickly. He was if anything a little shorter than Ethan, with a slightly crooked gait. He latched onto Ethans bloodied hand, lifting it up roughly to examine it.

"That's not where you're bleeding from" he said quickly, grasping onto Ethans head and swiveling it from side to side. Ethan felt a fresh surge of pain as his brothers fingers brushed the back of his skull, wincing noticeably. His brother moved to get a better view, carefully lifting up the hair and probing the scalp. There was a sigh of relief. "Its only broken the skin, you'll be fine."

"Thanks" Ethan muttered, striding over to the pile of det cords and searching for his copy of Nther. "But I'm not going to let you use explosives anywhere near this house anymore"

His brother nodded, staring into the middle distance, before wandering off to one side of the room and grabbing a first aid kit. He returned to Ethan with a long strip of bandages, expertly tying it around his head to stop the bleeding. "Stay here for now" He said gently "I don't want you climbing the ladder while you're still dazed. Use my laptop if you can't wait to play the game"

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