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Guys there’s a fucking bug in my bed what do I do I can’t squash it it’s too big and there aren’t any cups around me help.

Im sure Eggy can help you get it :))

Eggy lives like a twenty minute car drive away, plus I wouldn’t want to disturb him for a bloody bug. I got it in the end, don’t worry Luce.

Im sure he wouldve been more than happy to help you Felix shush!

Right @kyle-eggy-egerton ??

Mate, I'm a little busy at the moment, mainly 'cos I have my own issues that I'm dealin' with right now (there are spiders. everywhere.), but I'll do my best to get there ASAP, yeah? Keep an eye on it until I get there.

Pussies, the lot of you. You all could just call me. 🙋🏼‍♂️

I mean, I had that whole phase where I picked up fuckin—what were they? Like, stick insects or something, and I kept bringing them back in the house.

I could take care of your bug problems >:3

(mod’s parents are bio teachers. You’d be surprised over the years what FUNNY creatures end up in my home for awhile until my dad finally takes them to his lab. I have a pet snail now.)

Jesus- where the fuck did you come from, Gar?!

AND THAT WAS YOU?? ONE OF THEM GAVE BIRTH TO A GAZILLION BABIES IN MY FUCKIN' BEDROOM, YOU CUNT-

[mod has studied insects for biology and has an immense respect for them. That being said, he prepares to keep a distance because creepy crawlies and phantom bugs on skin :) Pet snail sounds amazing tho holy shit what's their name]

I didn’t know one of them was going to lay eggs, how the hell would I have known? Anyway, where the fuck is it?

And—I came from—wherever the fuck your little siblings come from.

(mod says that’s completely fair. I wish you luck on your journeys with bugs. I am now feeding my snail, “Grenade” though censored for my mom to be “Esme”, several dead bees I’ve found in my house. :3)

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Yeah, yeah, whatever. It's in my bathroom shower. Gnomes and Fairies I can deal with, spiders just seem to cross a line.

[MOD IS LOVING SNAIL NAMED GRENADE CENSORED TO BE ESME AND WISHES GRENADE A WONDERFUL LIFE]

THE SPIDER FUCKIN' MUTATED, IT'S 10 TIMES BIGGER NOW

EITHER THAT OR IT'S A DIFFERENT SPIDER BUT EITHER WAY I'M BURNIN' THAT CURTAIN WITH FIRE

There’s a fuckin’ spider? Where?

My place. Bathroom. In the shower. It's mockin' me and waving it's tiny lil' insect arms at me.

Prepare for war.

It’s not an insect. It’s an arachnid, don’t they teach you that in primary school?

Fucks sake, Eggy, hold on to your parasol, I’ll come and deal with it.

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I fuckin' knew that, I'm just... uncomfortable.

But... yes please.

Guys there’s a fucking bug in my bed what do I do I can’t squash it it’s too big and there aren’t any cups around me help.

Im sure Eggy can help you get it :))

Eggy lives like a twenty minute car drive away, plus I wouldn’t want to disturb him for a bloody bug. I got it in the end, don’t worry Luce.

Im sure he wouldve been more than happy to help you Felix shush!

Right @kyle-eggy-egerton ??

Pussies, the lot of you. You all could just call me. 🙋🏼‍♂️

I mean, I had that whole phase where I picked up fuckin—what were they? Like, stick insects or something, and I kept bringing them back in the house.

I could take care of your bug problems >:3

(mod’s parents are bio teachers. You’d be surprised over the years what FUNNY creatures end up in my home for awhile until my dad finally takes them to his lab. I have a pet snail now.)

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Jesus- where the fuck did you come from, Gar?!

AND THAT WAS YOU?? ONE OF THEM GAVE BIRTH TO A GAZILLION BABIES IN MY FUCKIN' BEDROOM, YOU CUNT-

After a 20-minute drive (Helen knows she could've walked it, but there's no way she is carrying a vintage wedding dress in nearly 30 degrees celsius (89 degrees Fahrenheit, I think?) weather) she pulls up to Eggy's place and gets out her phone.

Hey @kyle-eggy-egerton I'm outside! Come get your dress.

She then gets out and heads to the boot, getting said dress and the hat box, with the matching hat inside, out of it, before locking her car.

(Kyle's phone vibrates and he glances at it, grinning at the message he sees from 'HELZ YEAH'. It was... new. Trying on a dress. But he wanted to try it, if anything to see how things go, and to make a friend happy. He really did want them to be happy, and this prank on Rupert's gonna be pretty wholesome, so where's the harm? Besides, it's not like Dad's gonna be there to say anything about it)

'👍'

(That should do it. He grins, quickly pocketing his phone and sprinting down the stairs, opening the front door.)

Helz! Lemme 'elp you with those-

(Helen looks up from where she was trying to juggle the hat box and the cover thing that you keep dresses in that I don't know the name of at the sound of Kyle's voice and smiles.)

Eggy! If you wouldn't mind taking the hat box, I can handle the dress just fine.

Yeah, 'course!

(he rushes towards her quickly, front door still cracked open behind him as he takes the hat-box from her with a small grin)

So, 'ow's this gonna go, ey?

Thank you.

(She repositions herself, so she's holding the dress more securely and turns to make sure her car is locked properly. Once she's satisfied, she turns back to Eggy.)

Well, I assumed you'd try on the dress - inside, obviously - you see if it needs any adjustments, and if we it does we call Rudy, if your comfortable we take pictures and then head for food, potentially with Rudy if he's here and wants to tag along. Or we could get food now?

Unless you don't want to wear the dress after all and we just get food.

Anyime, Helz.

Plan A sounds good, yeah. Trying on the dress and'en food? Possibly even Ruds joinin'? Sounds like a plan!

(He smiles as he hums to himself, going over to the open door and pushing it open so that Helen could pass after him)

Close the door on your way in!

Cool!

(She closes the door.)

So I'll wait here while you change or-? Honestly, I didn't think this far a head.

(She laughs nervously, suddenly feeling slightly awkward.)

(a loud barking could be heard from the room next to them, and a large Newfoundland with black and white patches of fur barrels into the room, jumping onto Eggy. Kyle, familiar with the dog's tactics, quickly puts down the hat-box onto a coffee table beside him. He laughs, grinning as the dog attempted to lick his face)

Geez- down, Bee! I was only gone for like, 30 seconds-

(Eggy looks up at Helen apologetically, giving her an awkward smile)

Sorry about this lil' troublemaker, she gets excited. I could probably go change in the bathroom, yeah, maybe you'd like to watch Bee 'ere for me?

(as if understanding, the dog perked up and looked up at Helen, panting excitedly and tail wagging powerfully behind her)

(Any awkwardness Helen was feeling immediately dissolves the second Bee runs in.)

Don't apologise! I completely understand. And I will never pass up the opportunity to spend time with a dog.

(She goes to pet Bee but then remembers she's holding the dress.)

Whoops, probably shouldn't have this near her.

(She hands to dress to Kyle and immediately goes to get the dog.)

Who's a good girl? You are! Yes you!

(She looks up at Eggy.)

If you need any help with like zippers or buttons, or just in general, then let me know.

(Eggy smiles as he watches his dog warm up to Helen, and nods at her offer for help, accepting the dress and making his way to the bathroom. Removing the dress from its packing, Kyle's hands were shaking, trying not to think too hard about what he was doing)

C'mon, Eggy, you've got this.

(It shouldn't be this hard. Shirt, pants, off. Dress on, and that's that. He catches his reflection in the bathroom mirror, and stares at himself, unable to look away. The dress was still in his hands, unworn and trembling as his hands shook. He was fine with this just moments before, why the FUCK was he chickening out now?)

You sick fuckin' pansy.

(It wasn't Kyle's voice. It never was. But Eggy could see his father's disdain even though he was nowhere close, the disappointment and disgust flashing through eyes that Eggy inherited.)

(Eyes that he hated)

Fuck off, dad!

(Eggy takes a deep breath, looking down at the dress in his hands. Thinking about the situation. His dad wasn't gonna be involved, so why would Eggy involve him, even mentally? Another breath, this time forcefully steeling his hands. He wanted to do this, in the first place. It was just for a prank, to make his best friend laugh- best friend, best friend, best man second best man second BEST-)

(His vision blurred and he staggered, breath coming faster as he saw his father in front of him once again, and Eggy dropped the dress into the sink as he walked backwards, hitting the wall behind him with a wrangled sob, tears pricking at his eyes. He slid to the floor with a thud, shoulders and hands shaking and trembling and a burning rage and fear inside him that just wouldN'T GO AWAY-)

(Helen jolted at the thud, startled out of the dog filled euphoria. She turns her head in the direction of the bathroom.)

Eggy? You alright, mate?

(She absencemindedly stroked Bee, trying to calm the dog as much herself.)

(He probably just tripped on the trim or something. He's fine.)

(Rationalisation was never Helen's strong suit.)

(Eggy can barely hear her. His body is shaking, tears spilling onto his hands as he holds his head in his hands. Echoes of memories of his father and others attacked his mind like a frenzy, and he let out a pathetic wail as inside him continued to bubble the rage and fear and anxiety and grief and disappointment and anguish-)

(He was a disappointment. He couldn't save them. He couldn't save his siblings from the childhood he had to endure, he couldn't save his mother as she continued to grow ill and died grasping Eggy's hand on that stupid hospital bed, he couldn't save Toby from dying, his blood soaking his plans for the Stag, God, he was just NEVER good enough, was he?! Never fast enough, never strong enough, never smart enough-)

(Due to the lack of response, Helen decides to get up and head to the bathroom. Bee whines slightly from the movement.)

I'm just going to go make sure your dad's OK. I'll be right back.

(After making sure Bee's is content, Helen heads to the bathroom.)

Eggy? I'm coming to the bathroom, alright?

(Kyle wishes he could respond, but all that escapes is a pathetic groan in between rapid, uneven breaths. For a second, amidst the panic, he could see something he hadn't ever expected to see again- the aura around his arms starts pulsing again with rippling yellow light, weaving it's way in paths that make his veins grow and ghost-muscles budge.)

(just like what happened on the Stag)

I-

(The sight of magic clears his mind of the thoughts he'd spent years forcing deep, deep down, replacing them with the meditative calm of a warrior's thoughts, filling him with a strength that he hasn't felt since the Stag itself, enough that he's able to push himself upwards, grabbing onto the sink, and looks into his eyes.)

(No longer like his father's, Kyle Egerton's eyes glowed with golden magic, the radiant aura around him forming the warrior that had pushed and strived to survive the Stag, time after time.)

(A rapid knock on the door breaks Eggy out of the meditative state, and the warrior's form blinks our of existence, leaving Eggy to stare at his own reflection, breathing laboured, heavy breaths. This... Was something.)

I'm fine.

(His throat was hoarse and dry from hyperventilating, and his gaze lowered towards the dress, still crumpled in the sink. The dress that started all of this. And if the warrior that was clearly still inside him had anything to say about it, he was damn well gonna follow through.)

(Helen was about to try the door knob but then stops when she hears Eggy's voice.)

I- Are you sure? I heard a bang, and it didn't sound great.

I can also get you some water if you want? Your voice sounds hoarse. I'm pretty sure I know where you keep the glasses.

I... wouldn't actually mind some water, thanks.

(Eggy calls out, taking deep, steadying breaths. Mission Objective: make friends happy. Forget about Dad. What would he say if it was to Gary? Or Sally? Or, hell, even Jessie?)

(Right. Be yourself. Don't let a drunken asshole dictate your life. And Eggy, well, fuck, he might as well take his own advice)

(Another deep breath in, and Eggy takes the dress in his hands, attempting to figure out how to put this thing on. The bottom was probably the best place to start, but when Eggy attempted to slide it over his head, he couldn't quite manage. Further inspection showed that there was, in fact, a zipper and buttons, so he'd have to undo those too. Who the fuck needs that many buttons? And ribbons? Who the fuck DESIGNS these things?

(It takes him a good minute to sort everything out and slide it over his head, slipping his arms into the lace sleeves and looking at himself in the mirror)

(The dress was tight around the waist already, and loose near the shoulders due to not being zipped up, but... Eggy didn't look too bad. Maybe things would be okay.)

(Helen hesitates slightly before heading to the kitchen and getting Eggy some water.)

(When Helen gets back, she knocks on the bathroom door tentatively.)

Eggy? I've got your water. Is it alright if I come in?

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Oh, yeah, go ahead. Thanks, Helz.

(Eggy opens the door, wearing the dress, and chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment)

Can you 'elp with the zipper and stuff? I nearly pulled a muscle just tryin' to reach back there, hah.

THE SPIDER FUCKIN' MUTATED, IT'S 10 TIMES BIGGER NOW

EITHER THAT OR IT'S A DIFFERENT SPIDER BUT EITHER WAY I'M BURNIN' THAT CURTAIN WITH FIRE

There’s a fuckin’ spider? Where?

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My place. Bathroom. In the shower. It's mockin' me and waving it's tiny lil' insect arms at me.

Prepare for war.

Guys there’s a fucking bug in my bed what do I do I can’t squash it it’s too big and there aren’t any cups around me help.

Im sure Eggy can help you get it :))

Eggy lives like a twenty minute car drive away, plus I wouldn’t want to disturb him for a bloody bug. I got it in the end, don’t worry Luce.

Im sure he wouldve been more than happy to help you Felix shush!

Right @kyle-eggy-egerton ??

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It's times like these where I wonder where the fuck that Brony shirt Sally got me went

@finlay-chunderton-windsor

Yah know anythin' 'bout that, broth'r?

Why would Finlay know what happened to my Brony shirt

WHY WOULD FINLAY KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY BRONY SHIRT

OI, FINLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

@finlay-chunderton-windsor

Oh Gentlemen please, please (although it is nice to be wanted)

Eggy I can assure you that I have absolutely NO idea where that brony t shirt of yours has gotten to, I was merely admiring it last time we were at yours

I'm sure Felix might have seen it around however since I've noticed he's taken to borrowing some of your clothes

( @lucky-lucy-mcgee What did you tell Rudy!!!!)

Felix wouldn't take my Brony shirt.

...right? ....

@felix-motherwell... You didn't take my Brony shirt, yeah?

Uhhhhhh……

No.. totally not..

Nope.

(Felix did, in fact, have Kyle’s Brony shirt.)

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See, if Felix says he didn't take it, then he didn't take it. I'll just keep lookin'.

does anyone… know how to get grass stains out of homework?

I did something stupid.

You don't, unfortunately. If it's a small area, though, try to use corrector fluid, yeah? Shouldn't be too big of an issue. I think we have a vaguely new one in the stationary cabinet, so you can go check there.

So...what happened, mate? You look... Damn. You get into a fight with a raccoon and lose? You okay?

(Gary stares at the scratches on his arm. After he’d woken up, there’d been a few bruises.)

(Something in him tells him Eggy will be okay with it. That he’ll understand.)

I fell down a hill, that’s all. I tried a different route back home.

(Good luck selling THAT, Gary.)

The grass stain’s too big—I think I’ll just hand it in like this.

(Eggy raises an eyebrow, looking at the cuts and bruises, and then narrows his eyes)

Did someone do this to you? And did you put ice on it or some shit? Talk to me, mate. Forget about the homework for now.

(Gary stares at his arms.)

No one did anything. I really did roll down a hill. I was just being stupid, okay?

I—I forgot about the ice. I’ll do it later.

(He should’ve worn long sleeves.)

(Kyle's eyes soften)

I'll go get some for you, yeah? Take a break from everythin', get some rest. You look tired.

You want a coke or summin'?

(Gary’s feet shift very anxiously.)

(He can’t take a coke. He doesn’t deserve it. He wants to tell him about what he nearly did.)

No. I’m okay.

(he hesitates. Eggy’ll hate him.)

Eggy…do you…do you think there’s anything I could do that could make you hate me?

You sure, mate?

(Kyle pauses, raising an eyebrow and taking a moment to genuinely think about it)

Uh... Fuck, mate. I've got nothing. Why, what d'ya think would make me hate you, Gar?

I—my friends—um…

(Gary stares at Eggy’s earnest eyes. He feels his stomach drop.)

…Would…would you hate me if I even became a little bit like dad? and—and are you a hundred percent sure with your answer?

(Eggy's expression hardens slightly at the mention of friends, thoughts racing through his head, none of them good. Looking into Gary's eyes, though, softens the expression again, and Kyle puts a hand on his shoulder)

Hey, you know dad. You know dad's a cunt. The fact that you look guilty about this is more humanity than dad's ever shown, aight? So no, I won't hate you.

But... what happened?

(Gary stares at his feet quietly.)

I don’t think I have friends in school anymore.

(He shifts uncomfortably.)

and—and I’m sorry, and I SWEAR, I didn’t drink any, but—but—they offered, and I—

—and, I basically rolled down a hill so I could avoid it, but I don’t know if they know it was intentional, and it was embarrassing, and I think they don’t want me to be their friend anymore—

(Gary looks mortified.)

—Eggy, I wanted to drink.

I wanted—even—even for a second—maybe—maybe…maybe I’d see why he liked it so much, and maybe I’d see why it made him feel better, maybe…

And then—maybe…then maybe I could forget everything.

I thought maybe…I thought I could…I could make everything go away. Maybe all this stupid…anger…and…

…and they said that their dad saw you at the pub, and I didn’t like it, cuz it made me mad, because you’re not like dad—you’re better, and you’re responsible—

But I’m not. I’m angry, and I run my mouth, and I want to punch people all the time, and I—

And they said that maybe…maybe it ran in the family and—

Eggy…I don’t want to be dad.

(Gary’s hands dig into the fabric of his shorts, his knuckles white.)

Please…please don’t leave me. I know—I know I shouldn’t have even wanted—but—but I can’t lose you.

(Gary, you fucking idiot. You should’ve kept your mouth shut.)

(Eggy's eyes are wide at the situation, blinking in surprise the whole time. He's quiet for the moment, before pulling up a chair and taking a seat, nodding slightly)

Sit with me, mate.

First if all, those 'friends' are cunts. Consent is important in everything, yeah? They should respect that. Peer pressure is a thing. Also- I'm sorry, you rolled off a hill? No wonder you look so fucked up, mate. You need more than an icepack, and I might need to take you to a clinic, see if you fractured anything...

(He trails off, lost in thought for a second, and runs a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact)

I mean, it's definitely possible they saw me at a pub. Things are... Complicated. But I need you to listen to me, yeah? You're not like dad. So, you're angry, or you run your mouth. You're a teenager, for fuck's sake. I was like that when I was a kid, too, y'know? Just like you. You're not gonna turn out like 'im, and, 'ell, you're already showin' more restraint then 'e ever 'as. And you know how much harm 'e's done. I trust that you won't go down that path.

And Jesus, Gar. I ain't gonna leave ya for wantin' to drink, 'ell, I do it to every once in a while. And I'll tell ya, if dad's taught us anythin' in life, it's that we can't go overboard. 'Cos we know what 'appens if we do. You can talk to me about this shit, Gar, you know that, right? Can't go through that shit alone.

(Gary lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his hands trembling in the fabric of his shorts.)

I-I thought you’d be angrier.

(Gary stares quietly at his lap, trying to ignore the sting in his eyes, wholly avoiding his brother’s stare.)

…you…don’t have to answer me.

but…does it feel good to drink?

is it…like, forgetting things?

or…or do you feel happier?

Do you think…he feels happier forgetting about u-us?

(Kyle shakes his head, patting Gary on the back)

Hey, I'm not gonna be angry 'bout this. I'm your older brother, yeah? 's my job to help you through this, and I wanna help.

(he hums, expression going serious for a moment)

Drinking is... Different for everyone, mate. For most people, drinking 'elps numb things, yeah? Others drink it to let loose. It... Breaks a barrier, in your mind, yeah? Weakens your restraint. So for people like dad, it stops him from having to be responsible. Numbs 'im, but makes 'im an angrier person.

Not the same for all people, though. I have a friend who doesn't drink in bars, says their brain gets heavy. Told me that they're fully there, in that time, just physically... Sludgy, they said.

Gotta remember, though, it does come with a price. 'ell, I've had my own fair share of 'angovers.

(his voice becomes bitter, serious)

I can't be too sure of what dad thinks, if I'm bein' 'onest. Don't wanna, either. 'e made 'is choices.

But what 'he thinks shouldn't matter, y'understand?

(Gary stares silently at his lap, his head hung low, trying to make it seem as if he isn’t crying. Attempting to hide his face.)

S-sometimes I want to forget.

(He wipes his face and hiccups.)

I don’t want to be a-angry all the time. It—it’s all—Everything hurts. It’s all—sore.

(Eggy's heart breaks as he hears his little brother speak, and an intense rage begins to bubble up in his gut. Not towards Gary - never towards his brother - but rage towards their father. God, Gary deserved a better childhood than this. And Eggy was trying his best to raise him, but it wasn't SUPPOSED to be his job to raise him, it was supposed to be his dad's, and... Eggy wishes that he could've been a better brother. To have fully been able to shield Gar from the childhood KYLE had, to continue to silently take every hit so his siblings would be safe.)

(Kyle's throat tightens, breath growing uneven, and he pulls his little brother into a hug, quietly, holding the back of Gary's head as he cried.)

Yeah.

(Eggy's voice is gruff, and he's unable to hold back the grief in his tone.)

I know what that feels like.

(Gary can’t do anything but cry. His shoulders shake as he clings onto his brother’s shirt, hiccuping through violent sobs. Somewhere in between them is “I’m sorry” and “I’m so stupid, Eggy”, but sounds and words blend into each other and they don’t make sense. He feels awful. Everywhere. His body aches. His eyes sting. His fingers are numb. Every bruise makes itself more prominent as he feels his body tense less with every release of a sob. He’s tired. He’s angry. His ribs hurt somewhere, and he can’t tell if it’s a stitch with the hiccuping breaths, or if he’d actually fractured something. He doesn’t know. It’s all awful. He can’t tell dad anything. He can’t tell Jessie anything, because she comes and goes and she deserves space, but Kyle—Eggy keeps coming back. Eggy comes back and STAYS. He stays even when he could leave. He stays even if there’s no peace found here. Eggy stays because he’s the only one who’s left to care for him and Sally. Gary is terrifyingly aware of that fact. Gary knows Eggy would never blame him for any of it—his immense anger, his running, dirty, bastard little mouth — but it doesn’t stop him from hating himself for everything.)

F-fuck, Eggy, it literally fucking—hurts…like i need a doctor hurt, Eggy.

(Eventually, he lets go of Eggy’s shirt while his sobs quietly subside, tears still streaming down his face. He makes a weak effort to wipe them with his sleeve.)

Everything feels so fucked up.

(Gary's apologies are met with a barrage of "it's not your fault"s from Eggy, tears pricking the older brother's eyes and eventually spilling as he grieves the childhood they could never have, and the childhood that Kyle couldn't protect his brother from. Dad's drunkenness, Mum's death, the abuse... Even as a kid, Kyle swore to himself that he'd do his utmost best to protect his younger siblings from this life)

(And every passing day, Eggy is reminded of how his best isn't enough.)

(The squesze loosens as soon as Gary makes an attempt to pull away, and Eggy uses the back of his hand to wipe moisture from his eyes, undoubtedly leaving them red and slightly puffy.)

Yeah, no, we definitely need to get you to a doctor. I... I know things feel fucked up right now, aight? But... I'm gonna be here for you, yeah? I hope you know that.

(Eggy was about to leave it at that, but his throat tightened as he saw the look in Gary's eyes. A look he was all too familiar with, one that he saw in the mirror. Self-loathing. He couldn't bear to think that his little brother would feel that way about himself)

Hey, look at me. It's not your fault, alright? None of it is. You didn't ask for this, and it sure as hell ain't your fault. There's nothin' wrong with you. Nothin'. Capisce?

(Gary nods. He doesn’t feel it, but he nods. He doesn’t know how to feel better. Maybe if he tries to keep telling it to himself, he’ll believe it. Maybe.)

We’re so fucked up, Eggy.

(He wipes snot from his nose.)

Like, fucking…mental fucked up.

(Eggy snorts, letting out a choked laugh as he pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes, shaking slightly)

You 'ave no idea, mate. But we'll make it, yeah? We've got eachother. You, me, Sally, Jessie, whenever she's around, yeah? We've got eachother.

(Gary nods, letting out some weak sound between a laugh and a sob.)

…yeah.

(He sniffles for a little while, before feeling himself together.)

…egerton’s have each other’s backs.

(His voice is weak, but the conviction behind his words is true.)

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(Eggy smiles at his little brother, clapping him on the shoulder gently. Gary might not know it, but... Kyle is proud of him. Always has been, always will be.)

Exactly. Now, let's get you to a doctor, yeah?

Hey @kyle-eggy-egerton I'm outside! Come get your dress.

She then gets out and heads to the boot, getting said dress and the hat box, with the matching hat inside, out of it, before locking her car.

'👍'

(That should do it. He grins, quickly pocketing his phone and sprinting down the stairs, opening the front door.)

Helz! Lemme 'elp you with those-

(Helen looks up from where she was trying to juggle the hat box and the cover thing that you keep dresses in that I don't know the name of at the sound of Kyle's voice and smiles.)

Eggy! If you wouldn't mind taking the hat box, I can handle the dress just fine.

Yeah, 'course!

(he rushes towards her quickly, front door still cracked open behind him as he takes the hat-box from her with a small grin)

So, 'ow's this gonna go, ey?

Thank you.

(She repositions herself, so she's holding the dress more securely and turns to make sure her car is locked properly. Once she's satisfied, she turns back to Eggy.)

Unless you don't want to wear the dress after all and we just get food.

Anyime, Helz.

Plan A sounds good, yeah. Trying on the dress and'en food? Possibly even Ruds joinin'? Sounds like a plan!

(He smiles as he hums to himself, going over to the open door and pushing it open so that Helen could pass after him)

Close the door on your way in!

Cool!

(She closes the door.)

So I'll wait here while you change or-? Honestly, I didn't think this far a head.

(She laughs nervously, suddenly feeling slightly awkward.)

Geez- down, Bee! I was only gone for like, 30 seconds-

(Eggy looks up at Helen apologetically, giving her an awkward smile)

Sorry about this lil' troublemaker, she gets excited. I could probably go change in the bathroom, yeah, maybe you'd like to watch Bee 'ere for me?

(as if understanding, the dog perked up and looked up at Helen, panting excitedly and tail wagging powerfully behind her)

(Any awkwardness Helen was feeling immediately dissolves the second Bee runs in.)

Don't apologise! I completely understand. And I will never pass up the opportunity to spend time with a dog.

(She goes to pet Bee but then remembers she's holding the dress.)

Whoops, probably shouldn't have this near her.

(She hands to dress to Kyle and immediately goes to get the dog.)

Who's a good girl? You are! Yes you!

(She looks up at Eggy.)

If you need any help with like zippers or buttons, or just in general, then let me know.

C'mon, Eggy, you've got this.

You sick fuckin' pansy.

(It wasn't Kyle's voice. It never was. But Eggy could see his father's disdain even though he was nowhere close, the disappointment and disgust flashing through eyes that Eggy inherited.)

(Eyes that he hated)

Fuck off, dad!

(Helen jolted at the thud, startled out of the dog filled euphoria. She turns her head in the direction of the bathroom.)

Eggy? You alright, mate?

(She absencemindedly stroked Bee, trying to calm the dog as much herself.)

(He probably just tripped on the trim or something. He's fine.)

(Rationalisation was never Helen's strong suit.)

(Due to the lack of response, Helen decides to get up and head to the bathroom. Bee whines slightly from the movement.)

I'm just going to go make sure your dad's OK. I'll be right back.

(After making sure Bee's is content, Helen heads to the bathroom.)

Eggy? I'm coming to the bathroom, alright?

(just like what happened on the Stag)

I-

(No longer like his father's, Kyle Egerton's eyes glowed with golden magic, the radiant aura around him forming the warrior that had pushed and strived to survive the Stag, time after time.)

I'm fine.

(Helen was about to try the door knob but then stops when she hears Eggy's voice.)

I- Are you sure? I heard a bang, and it didn't sound great.

I can also get you some water if you want? Your voice sounds hoarse. I'm pretty sure I know where you keep the glasses.

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I... wouldn't actually mind some water, thanks.

(Eggy calls out, taking deep, steadying breaths. Mission Objective: make friends happy. Forget about Dad. What would he say if it was to Gary? Or Sally? Or, hell, even Jessie?)

(Right. Be yourself. Don't let a drunken asshole dictate your life. And Eggy, well, fuck, he might as well take his own advice)

(It takes him a good minute to sort everything out and slide it over his head, slipping his arms into the lace sleeves and looking at himself in the mirror)

(The dress was tight around the waist already, and loose near the shoulders due to not being zipped up, but... Eggy didn't look too bad. Maybe things would be okay.)

THE SPIDER FUCKIN' MUTATED, IT'S 10 TIMES BIGGER NOW

EITHER THAT OR IT'S A DIFFERENT SPIDER BUT EITHER WAY I'M BURNIN' THAT CURTAIN WITH FIRE

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love the banner, lucky! how long have you been rock climbing?

I started during University as a way to fill time between lectures and omg its so fun.

I dont get why more people aren't rock climbing!!

See, okay. I WOULD be into rock climbing if I didn't keep slippin' and danglin' off the rope-

Also, good luck with uni, Luce! You'll do great :)

You aren't putting your feet on the holds Eggy!

You can't just rely on your upper body strength

I fuckin' try to put 'em in the holds!

I think my feet are just too big for this sport, upper body strength or no.

You can always try again if you like!

I'm going with Rudy and im sure he wouldn't mind if you wanted to join!

Oh, uh... You sure?

I definitely wouldn't mind crashing... It's just gonna be us three?

Eggy, don't mess this up for my brother, I swear to god

(he jumps slightly, startled)

Holy f- Helen! I didn't see you there! And I have no idea what you mean. Maybe you can join us too, ay? It can be a group thing! Of course, that is, if Lucy and Rudy don't mind?

I mean, Rudy is the one who planned it so I'd speak to him.

But hes lovely and keeps saying we should all do something together so I dont see why not this!!

That's true, that's true... Helen's already invited me 'n Felix to go out for drinks with her and Rupert, so... sounds good!

I suppose if Rudy is alright with it.

Not sure I’d want my sister and future brother in law and their respective best friends on my first date, but that's up to him, I guess.

Cool!

Do you mean brother and future sister-in-law?

I was thinking about it from Rudy's pov, Rupert and I had our first date years ago at this point.

ah gotcha gotcha, i misinterpreted that, sorry

Nah, you're alright, don't worry. I wouldn't mind spending more time with Lucy, and Rudy's my brother, so I have to say I wouldn't mind spending time with him.

Sound's good! Now that that's settled, I just. Need to actually text Felix...

Sooooo hi guys!! Thank you soooo much for the invite for the group gathering, I'm not sure if Rupes said but when he mentioned the drinks situation at the office he actually started winking LOADS about the double date which is pretty obviously an invitation for me to come😆

In terms of the climbing, I am happy to sit and take pictures cause as Lucy knows from last time I'm not the best with heights....

It's up to Rudy, from what I know, so you'll have to ask him before assuming you can come, I'm afraid.

And since you know this is a group date, will you be bringing someone as well, or are you content with being the 7th wheel?

Oh yes of course, I am sorry didn't mean to overstep, I've just heard so much about you from Rupes that I got a bit overexcited, I'll ask Rudy right away

And well I am unfortunately going to be flying solo BUT don't think I'm sad cause I'm sure the group date will provide serious entertainment (said with absolute love of course)

I mean, Felix and I are also singles here too, right? It's not just gonna be you, mate.

Gonna be lots of fun watching watching the other four, eh??

Oh? Oh I must apologise but I was under the impression that you and- um. Well never mind, I guess we'll wait and see what occurs at the dinner but I've got a feeling that you might not be so single by the end. Wink wink

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Entirely platonic, yeah.

Yeah.

And....really? You think we'll find someone, yeah?

It's times like these where I wonder where the fuck that Brony shirt Sally got me went

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Yah know anythin' 'bout that, broth'r?

Why would Finlay know what happened to my Brony shirt

WHY WOULD FINLAY KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY BRONY SHIRT

OI, FINLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

@finlay-chunderton-windsor

Oh Gentlemen please, please (although it is nice to be wanted)

Eggy I can assure you that I have absolutely NO idea where that brony t shirt of yours has gotten to, I was merely admiring it last time we were at yours

I'm sure Felix might have seen it around however since I've noticed he's taken to borrowing some of your clothes

( @lucky-lucy-mcgee What did you tell Rudy!!!!)

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Felix wouldn't take my Brony shirt.

...right? ....

@felix-motherwell... You didn't take my Brony shirt, yeah?

Hey @kyle-eggy-egerton I'm outside! Come get your dress.

She then gets out and heads to the boot, getting said dress and the hat box, with the matching hat inside, out of it, before locking her car.

'👍'

(That should do it. He grins, quickly pocketing his phone and sprinting down the stairs, opening the front door.)

Helz! Lemme 'elp you with those-

(Helen looks up from where she was trying to juggle the hat box and the cover thing that you keep dresses in that I don't know the name of at the sound of Kyle's voice and smiles.)

Eggy! If you wouldn't mind taking the hat box, I can handle the dress just fine.

Yeah, 'course!

(he rushes towards her quickly, front door still cracked open behind him as he takes the hat-box from her with a small grin)

So, 'ow's this gonna go, ey?

Thank you.

(She repositions herself, so she's holding the dress more securely and turns to make sure her car is locked properly. Once she's satisfied, she turns back to Eggy.)

Unless you don't want to wear the dress after all and we just get food.

Anyime, Helz.

Plan A sounds good, yeah. Trying on the dress and'en food? Possibly even Ruds joinin'? Sounds like a plan!

(He smiles as he hums to himself, going over to the open door and pushing it open so that Helen could pass after him)

Close the door on your way in!

Cool!

(She closes the door.)

So I'll wait here while you change or-? Honestly, I didn't think this far a head.

(She laughs nervously, suddenly feeling slightly awkward.)

Geez- down, Bee! I was only gone for like, 30 seconds-

(Eggy looks up at Helen apologetically, giving her an awkward smile)

Sorry about this lil' troublemaker, she gets excited. I could probably go change in the bathroom, yeah, maybe you'd like to watch Bee 'ere for me?

(as if understanding, the dog perked up and looked up at Helen, panting excitedly and tail wagging powerfully behind her)

(Any awkwardness Helen was feeling immediately dissolves the second Bee runs in.)

Don't apologise! I completely understand. And I will never pass up the opportunity to spend time with a dog.

(She goes to pet Bee but then remembers she's holding the dress.)

Whoops, probably shouldn't have this near her.

(She hands to dress to Kyle and immediately goes to get the dog.)

Who's a good girl? You are! Yes you!

(She looks up at Eggy.)

If you need any help with like zippers or buttons, or just in general, then let me know.

C'mon, Eggy, you've got this.

You sick fuckin' pansy.

(It wasn't Kyle's voice. It never was. But Eggy could see his father's disdain even though he was nowhere close, the disappointment and disgust flashing through eyes that Eggy inherited.)

(Eyes that he hated)

Fuck off, dad!

(Helen jolted at the thud, startled out of the dog filled euphoria. She turns her head in the direction of the bathroom.)

Eggy? You alright, mate?

(She absencemindedly stroked Bee, trying to calm the dog as much herself.)

(He probably just tripped on the trim or something. He's fine.)

(Rationalisation was never Helen's strong suit.)

(Due to the lack of response, Helen decides to get up and head to the bathroom. Bee whines slightly from the movement.)

I'm just going to go make sure your dad's OK. I'll be right back.

(After making sure Bee's is content, Helen heads to the bathroom.)

Eggy? I'm coming to the bathroom, alright?

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(just like what happened on the Stag)

I-

(No longer like his father's, Kyle Egerton's eyes glowed with golden magic, the radiant aura around him forming the warrior that had pushed and strived to survive the Stag, time after time.)

I'm fine.

Hey @kyle-eggy-egerton I'm outside! Come get your dress.

She then gets out and heads to the boot, getting said dress and the hat box, with the matching hat inside, out of it, before locking her car.

'👍'

(That should do it. He grins, quickly pocketing his phone and sprinting down the stairs, opening the front door.)

Helz! Lemme 'elp you with those-

(Helen looks up from where she was trying to juggle the hat box and the cover thing that you keep dresses in that I don't know the name of at the sound of Kyle's voice and smiles.)

Eggy! If you wouldn't mind taking the hat box, I can handle the dress just fine.

Yeah, 'course!

(he rushes towards her quickly, front door still cracked open behind him as he takes the hat-box from her with a small grin)

So, 'ow's this gonna go, ey?

Thank you.

(She repositions herself, so she's holding the dress more securely and turns to make sure her car is locked properly. Once she's satisfied, she turns back to Eggy.)

Unless you don't want to wear the dress after all and we just get food.

Anyime, Helz.

Plan A sounds good, yeah. Trying on the dress and'en food? Possibly even Ruds joinin'? Sounds like a plan!

(He smiles as he hums to himself, going over to the open door and pushing it open so that Helen could pass after him)

Close the door on your way in!

Cool!

(She closes the door.)

So I'll wait here while you change or-? Honestly, I didn't think this far a head.

(She laughs nervously, suddenly feeling slightly awkward.)

Geez- down, Bee! I was only gone for like, 30 seconds-

(Eggy looks up at Helen apologetically, giving her an awkward smile)

Sorry about this lil' troublemaker, she gets excited. I could probably go change in the bathroom, yeah, maybe you'd like to watch Bee 'ere for me?

(as if understanding, the dog perked up and looked up at Helen, panting excitedly and tail wagging powerfully behind her)

(Any awkwardness Helen was feeling immediately dissolves the second Bee runs in.)

Don't apologise! I completely understand. And I will never pass up the opportunity to spend time with a dog.

(She goes to pet Bee but then remembers she's holding the dress.)

Whoops, probably shouldn't have this near her.

(She hands to dress to Kyle and immediately goes to get the dog.)

Who's a good girl? You are! Yes you!

(She looks up at Eggy.)

If you need any help with like zippers or buttons, or just in general, then let me know.

C'mon, Eggy, you've got this.

You sick fuckin' pansy.

(It wasn't Kyle's voice. It never was. But Eggy could see his father's disdain even though he was nowhere close, the disappointment and disgust flashing through eyes that Eggy inherited.)

(Eyes that he hated)

Fuck off, dad!

(Helen jolted at the thud, startled out of the dog filled euphoria. She turns her head in the direction of the bathroom.)

Eggy? You alright, mate?

(She absencemindedly stroked Bee, trying to calm the dog as much herself.)

(He probably just tripped on the trim or something. He's fine.)

(Rationalisation was never Helen's strong suit.)

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does anyone… know how to get grass stains out of homework?

I did something stupid.

So...what happened, mate? You look... Damn. You get into a fight with a raccoon and lose? You okay?

(Gary stares at the scratches on his arm. After he’d woken up, there’d been a few bruises.)

(Something in him tells him Eggy will be okay with it. That he’ll understand.)

I fell down a hill, that’s all. I tried a different route back home.

(Good luck selling THAT, Gary.)

The grass stain’s too big—I think I’ll just hand it in like this.

(Eggy raises an eyebrow, looking at the cuts and bruises, and then narrows his eyes)

Did someone do this to you? And did you put ice on it or some shit? Talk to me, mate. Forget about the homework for now.

(Gary stares at his arms.)

No one did anything. I really did roll down a hill. I was just being stupid, okay?

I—I forgot about the ice. I’ll do it later.

(He should’ve worn long sleeves.)

(Kyle's eyes soften)

I'll go get some for you, yeah? Take a break from everythin', get some rest. You look tired.

You want a coke or summin'?

(Gary’s feet shift very anxiously.)

(He can’t take a coke. He doesn’t deserve it. He wants to tell him about what he nearly did.)

No. I’m okay.

(he hesitates. Eggy’ll hate him.)

Eggy…do you…do you think there’s anything I could do that could make you hate me?

You sure, mate?

(Kyle pauses, raising an eyebrow and taking a moment to genuinely think about it)

Uh... Fuck, mate. I've got nothing. Why, what d'ya think would make me hate you, Gar?

I—my friends—um…

(Gary stares at Eggy’s earnest eyes. He feels his stomach drop.)

…Would…would you hate me if I even became a little bit like dad? and—and are you a hundred percent sure with your answer?

Hey, you know dad. You know dad's a cunt. The fact that you look guilty about this is more humanity than dad's ever shown, aight? So no, I won't hate you.

But... what happened?

(Gary stares at his feet quietly.)

I don’t think I have friends in school anymore.

(He shifts uncomfortably.)

and—and I’m sorry, and I SWEAR, I didn’t drink any, but—but—they offered, and I—

—and, I basically rolled down a hill so I could avoid it, but I don’t know if they know it was intentional, and it was embarrassing, and I think they don’t want me to be their friend anymore—

(Gary looks mortified.)

—Eggy, I wanted to drink.

I wanted—even—even for a second—maybe—maybe…maybe I’d see why he liked it so much, and maybe I’d see why it made him feel better, maybe…

And then—maybe…then maybe I could forget everything.

I thought maybe…I thought I could…I could make everything go away. Maybe all this stupid…anger…and…

…and they said that their dad saw you at the pub, and I didn’t like it, cuz it made me mad, because you’re not like dad—you’re better, and you’re responsible—

But I’m not. I’m angry, and I run my mouth, and I want to punch people all the time, and I—

And they said that maybe…maybe it ran in the family and—

Eggy…I don’t want to be dad.

(Gary’s hands dig into the fabric of his shorts, his knuckles white.)

Please…please don’t leave me. I know—I know I shouldn’t have even wanted—but—but I can’t lose you.

(Gary, you fucking idiot. You should’ve kept your mouth shut.)

(Eggy's eyes are wide at the situation, blinking in surprise the whole time. He's quiet for the moment, before pulling up a chair and taking a seat, nodding slightly)

Sit with me, mate.

(He trails off, lost in thought for a second, and runs a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact)

(Gary lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his hands trembling in the fabric of his shorts.)

I-I thought you’d be angrier.

(Gary stares quietly at his lap, trying to ignore the sting in his eyes, wholly avoiding his brother’s stare.)

…you…don’t have to answer me.

but…does it feel good to drink?

is it…like, forgetting things?

or…or do you feel happier?

Do you think…he feels happier forgetting about u-us?

(Kyle shakes his head, patting Gary on the back)

Hey, I'm not gonna be angry 'bout this. I'm your older brother, yeah? 's my job to help you through this, and I wanna help.

(he hums, expression going serious for a moment)

Not the same for all people, though. I have a friend who doesn't drink in bars, says their brain gets heavy. Told me that they're fully there, in that time, just physically... Sludgy, they said.

Gotta remember, though, it does come with a price. 'ell, I've had my own fair share of 'angovers.

(his voice becomes bitter, serious)

I can't be too sure of what dad thinks, if I'm bein' 'onest. Don't wanna, either. 'e made 'is choices.

But what 'he thinks shouldn't matter, y'understand?

(Gary stares silently at his lap, his head hung low, trying to make it seem as if he isn’t crying. Attempting to hide his face.)

S-sometimes I want to forget.

(He wipes his face and hiccups.)

I don’t want to be a-angry all the time. It—it’s all—Everything hurts. It’s all—sore.

(Kyle's throat tightens, breath growing uneven, and he pulls his little brother into a hug, quietly, holding the back of Gary's head as he cried.)

Yeah.

(Eggy's voice is gruff, and he's unable to hold back the grief in his tone.)

I know what that feels like.

F-fuck, Eggy, it literally fucking—hurts…like i need a doctor hurt, Eggy.

(Eventually, he lets go of Eggy’s shirt while his sobs quietly subside, tears still streaming down his face. He makes a weak effort to wipe them with his sleeve.)

Everything feels so fucked up.

(And every passing day, Eggy is reminded of how his best isn't enough.)

(The squesze loosens as soon as Gary makes an attempt to pull away, and Eggy uses the back of his hand to wipe moisture from his eyes, undoubtedly leaving them red and slightly puffy.)

Yeah, no, we definitely need to get you to a doctor. I... I know things feel fucked up right now, aight? But... I'm gonna be here for you, yeah? I hope you know that.

Hey, look at me. It's not your fault, alright? None of it is. You didn't ask for this, and it sure as hell ain't your fault. There's nothin' wrong with you. Nothin'. Capisce?

(Gary nods. He doesn’t feel it, but he nods. He doesn’t know how to feel better. Maybe if he tries to keep telling it to himself, he’ll believe it. Maybe.)

We’re so fucked up, Eggy.

(He wipes snot from his nose.)

Like, fucking…mental fucked up.

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(Eggy snorts, letting out a choked laugh as he pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes, shaking slightly)

You 'ave no idea, mate. But we'll make it, yeah? We've got eachother. You, me, Sally, Jessie, whenever she's around, yeah? We've got eachother.

Hey @kyle-eggy-egerton I'm outside! Come get your dress.

She then gets out and heads to the boot, getting said dress and the hat box, with the matching hat inside, out of it, before locking her car.

'👍'

(That should do it. He grins, quickly pocketing his phone and sprinting down the stairs, opening the front door.)

Helz! Lemme 'elp you with those-

(Helen looks up from where she was trying to juggle the hat box and the cover thing that you keep dresses in that I don't know the name of at the sound of Kyle's voice and smiles.)

Eggy! If you wouldn't mind taking the hat box, I can handle the dress just fine.

Yeah, 'course!

(he rushes towards her quickly, front door still cracked open behind him as he takes the hat-box from her with a small grin)

So, 'ow's this gonna go, ey?

Thank you.

(She repositions herself, so she's holding the dress more securely and turns to make sure her car is locked properly. Once she's satisfied, she turns back to Eggy.)

Unless you don't want to wear the dress after all and we just get food.

Anyime, Helz.

Plan A sounds good, yeah. Trying on the dress and'en food? Possibly even Ruds joinin'? Sounds like a plan!

(He smiles as he hums to himself, going over to the open door and pushing it open so that Helen could pass after him)

Close the door on your way in!

Cool!

(She closes the door.)

So I'll wait here while you change or-? Honestly, I didn't think this far a head.

(She laughs nervously, suddenly feeling slightly awkward.)

Geez- down, Bee! I was only gone for like, 30 seconds-

(Eggy looks up at Helen apologetically, giving her an awkward smile)

Sorry about this lil' troublemaker, she gets excited. I could probably go change in the bathroom, yeah, maybe you'd like to watch Bee 'ere for me?

(as if understanding, the dog perked up and looked up at Helen, panting excitedly and tail wagging powerfully behind her)

(Any awkwardness Helen was feeling immediately dissolves the second Bee runs in.)

Don't apologise! I completely understand. And I will never pass up the opportunity to spend time with a dog.

(She goes to pet Bee but then remembers she's holding the dress.)

Whoops, probably shouldn't have this near her.

(She hands to dress to Kyle and immediately goes to get the dog.)

Who's a good girl? You are! Yes you!

(She looks up at Eggy.)

If you need any help with like zippers or buttons, or just in general, then let me know.