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It was an average day for Brandon, playing Roblox all day; having to cook for himself, his father often nagging him about how such and such wasn’t what a good sundowner would do. But today something happened, while Brandon was playing Roblox with his friends, they met a kid named Jacob on Heliwars. Jacob and his friend, who went by D3tective, were introduced into the friend group. Eventually, Jacob and Brandon found out they live around an hour away from each other, which was really cool considering Brandon didn’t really get out of the house much; his father disliked it, saying it would be a bad influence for him to go outside, after all, bad people were outside. And Jacob’s dad seemed chill.
Brandon didn’t know too much about Jacob’s family life except for the fact that his mom also left him. Brandon felt like he could relate to Jacob; they both only had their dads. A month later, Jacob suggested they visit each other. Jacob said his dad was okay with it. Brandon went to ask his dad, expecting to be denied, “Sure, whatever, just stay in your room, and don’t annoy me.” Brandon’s father replied. After all, Brandon didn’t see a big issue; all his dad did all day was stay glued to the TV watching the same channel every day. It was the day of the visit, and Brandon excitedly ran down to the front door as he heard the doorbell ring.
He was really excited; he actually could see one of his close friends in real life! Brandon opened the door, greeting Jacob and his father. The first thing Brandon noticed was how weird Jacob’s dad looked. He looked like he was ainvolved in a cult; he had claws and black antlers coming out of a glass head. He also wore a robe with a symbol Brandon couldn’t recognize. “Hi, Jacob! This is my home. How are you? It’s so good to see you!” Brandon said as he invited them into the home. “Hey, Brandon! I’m glad to see you! Sadly, Lucas couldn’t come over; he was busy with work. He managed to get a job, did you hear? That’s why he’s not online so much now, he works as a store clerk!” Jacob said as he hugged Brandon. Jacob’s father noticed all the green and light boxes and crosses in the home. The home was quite a mess, and Father didn’t see anyone else living there. “Do,,yo,,u,, live h,,here a,,alone?” Jacob’s father asked in his distorted voice.
Brandon was taken aback by the tone of Jacob’s father's voice, but he didn’t question it. His appearance was already abnormal, but it is bad to judge people; good sundowners don't judge others! “Oh no, I don’t, my dad’s upstairs watching TV,” Brandon responded
Brandon took Jacob’s hand, “Well, we will be upstairs if you need anything, you can go talk to my dad if you want!” Jacob took his bag, inside which was his Polaroid camera and his small iPhone 3GS. Brandon let him upstairs past the couch and multiple light boxes. Jacob was kind of concerned, but he knew Brandon’s family situation wasn’t very good. Jacob’s father was bored; after all, Brandon’s father seemed to be interested in the same topics as him, so he figured why not talk to him.
Jacob’s father went upstairs, he was greeted by a middle aged man, looking around 34, he noticed Brandon’s father had two long sharp horns coming out of the side of his head. He had a light stubble on his face, mostly maintained, he had a bottle of beer in his hand. He was dressed in a simple white dress shirt, which was unbuttoned and a pair of black shorts. Brandon’s father took his eyes off the tv and turned over to Jacob’s father noticing his odd appearance he didnt say anything he just looked up at the figure before him.“I,,m ,,jaco,bs fat,,her,,I’m gues,,sing your bran,,do,ns fathe,r, and n,o I hav,,e n,o clu,,e wha,,t y,,your speak,,ing of.” Brandon’s father kept looking at father. The thing that shocked him most was how tall he was, and how disturbing he looked. He didn’t even have eyes, his head was made purely of what looked like glass. He had antlers, long black ones with chains, and the glass had cracks in it. He had sharp claws with almost an ink like substance covering the majority of his arms and legs. He wore a red robe with a small hellish symbol in the middle.
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Brandon and Jacob were laughing and playing in the other room. Jacob seemed to notice the random white box in the corner of Brandon's room.
“Hey, Brandon, what is that box-looking thing in the corner there? Is that light coming out of it? How does it even do that?”
“Oh yeah, I don't know what it's really for, but my dad says it keeps evil spirits away; after all, I don't want to end up with the bads, does your dad also put them up?” Brandon asked
“Oh no, he doesn't, I don't know what that is,” Jacob replied a bit skeptically.
Brandon broke the rising tension, “Oh, that's okay! I'm quite hungry, do you think your dad could take us to get some food?”
“Oh sure, I don't think he would mind will your dad coming?” Jacob replied with a smile.
“Yeah, probably he hasn't eaten for a few days, ever since mom left, he hasn't been going out as much,” Brandon replied.
“Where do you want to go? McDonald's?” Jacob asked
“Oh no, my dad said that place is satanic, he doesn't like to go there, he says the goods look down upon you if you eat there,” Brandon replied.
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“Dad, I don't think you should be drinking while driving, it's very bad and illegal.”
“No one gives a fuck, Brandon, if they don't see it, it's not illegal, the goods encourage it.”
“Oh- okay.”
Jacob's father was in the backseat, holding on for his dear life. Ever since he crashed his car into the streetlight, he's been horrified of cars. He had to have Jacob drag him out to even drive him to Brandon's home. Jacob seemed to notice his father's distress yet ignored it.
Jacob tried to start small talk while they drove to Olive Garden,
“So, have you ever eaten here?”
“Yes! My mom always used to take us here; it was our favorite. I love the breadsticks they have here.”
“Ye,ah i,, suppose,,th,,e shrim,,p alfred,,o is,,quite,,go,,ood,,” Jacobs' father replied.
“I prefer the sirloin, it's obvio...usly the best thing they serve.” Brandons father slurred,
“Dad, are you sure you're able to drive?” Brandon replied as he noticed how much the car was swerving.
Jacob's dad held onto the seat's headrest in front of him. He was abnormally tall as well; he could barely fit in the car, let alone his antlers. His clawed hands marked the car seat as well. He was practically pressed up against the car door.
Brandon's dad halted the car to a stop outside the worn-down Olive Garden.
He turned the ignition and grabbed the key, and stumbled out of the car. Brandon, Jacob, and his father soon followed after.
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