[ Something feels wrong. You're unsure if it's your own nerves or something faulty in the air. A strange sense of deja vu hits you, but you feel . . . afraid. You tentatively wander out of your hiding place, your mind swirling with disquieted thoughts. Something in your own home is making you feel like prey — like every step you take, something is watching your movements. Your hand presses against the corner as you bring yourself to a halt. ]
[ You're not unfamiliar with the sounds of sword fighting, strifeing; even as a hobby is common in this household. There was never anything serious behind it, no ill intents so getting the faint notion of something feral. Something predatory. If you strain, you can hear the faint grunts, labored breathing. ]
[ The sounds of survival. A fight. You're unsure if you want to thread on but you steel your nerves, trying to remind yourself that you're made for this. To be of assistance when the one who was close to you is in danger. You vaguely remember defending Jake... But that's about all. No other context is popping up. ]
[ Your ghostly form carries you across the floor, finally peeking your head out to see.all the commotion— ]
[ You barely miss the flash stepping man and the sword swinging a bit too close for comfort near you. You regain your sense and all you can see is your dad and.. your other dad. The older brother who was keeping you company and the man who you remember out of everything. ]
[ D . . . Was hurt. You are able to connect the sword on the blood and the gash on his face. Bro had hurt D, but you can't seem to think of why he would do that. Weren't they getting better? Hadn't they stopped fighting? Your gaze flickers to the pupper, and something strikes your heart, some primal fear. ]
[ You don't know what to say. Any words you could have escape you and all you seem to be able to do is stare fearfully as the two people you can the most about are fighting. Your body shakes as you attempt to step closer despite all the alarm bells in your head going off. You need to make sure he's already, and in reality... Neither of them can really hurt you, right? ]