Drabble: Bro.

As the hands tick down towards the center of the sphere, the whimsical youth gripped tightly onto the hilt of his… mouse. Here he was, back at home as if nothing had happened. As if the world of Sburb never even existed. As if he never took upon the role, Knight of Time.

In this space and time, the outdoors buzzed with an overwhelming sense of positivity. Life was beckoning the pre-teenager. Though he had managed to find a way to remain couped within the confounds of his room, the importance of such simplicity warranted appropriate responses. Clicking away with the stroke of his finger, Dave Strider was content.

Looking over his shoulder, a familiar voice rang out.

“So, what kinda shit are you gettin’ yourself into today, lil’ man?”

Crimson pupils shot across the room curiously before coming to a focus. Not surprisingly, the arrival of his beloved guardian, Bro, was to be expected, with the infamous Lil Cal by his side. Though he was in the process of piecing together his newest creation at the time—a panel of Sweet Bro & Hella Jeff—an eager Dave grabbed his father/brother-figure by the arm and pulled towards the computer, pointing at the monitor in excitement.

“You know, I’ve been poundin’ the pavement for the longest time and I think I finally got the right template for this comic. I think it’s gonna be so fuckin’ huge. Check this out yo.”

In a rare moment of vulnerability, the boy cracked a smirk as he looked back and forth between Bro and the glaring monitor. After a few moments, the excitement died down a bit. Did he not understand that the main inspiration for this was based off of the pair’s sporadic relationship or did he just not enjoy it?

Without notice, young Strider was in a headlock. A devilish smirk came over his guardian’s face as he professed with equaled enthusiasm about the project.

“For a rough, this has some serious potential kid! Keep it up. I might just see you in the papers someday.”

What kind of papers was he talking about reading? All he ever read was Gamebro. Oh, how he hated feeling like the runt of the pack. Even Lil Cal got more respect than he did at this point. Letting loose a few choice curse words, the reality finally set in. The complexity of such a situation—so vivid and clear—could only be the workings of a mere memory. Moments passed by simultaneously as he reminisced on the past where hisidolwas still around.

How much he had grown in such time was astounding. In fact, Dave was carrying the Strider legacy alone for quite some time, rising up to the occasion and kicking enemy ass the entire way. My, how he would have been proud to see his boy slowly turning into a man…

Blinking his eyes, he came back to his senses. He was in a city full of no names with a future so cloudy, he had no idea what his role would play out as. Murmuring underneath his breath, he remarked as he stared into the crowd.

“To this day, I’ve never given up hope on you. I bet you’re out there somewhere havin’ a good ass time. Have your fun ‘cause I swear, when we meet up again, I’m gonna make ya regret puttin’ me through the shitter. You’ve always had a sick sense of humor, but I gotta tell ya, this wasn’t funny at all. Until that day comes, I’ll keep keepin’ on… for you. For us. For all everything we’ve ever believed in. You have my word, Bro.”

May 18th, 2012 @ 12:32am | Tagged: meme tuesday | 1 note

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