Villain To Kill - ONESHOTS+MORE

Blaster has a brother~

[Author's note: um yea I think the title says it all. So basically you're Blasters brother (For those of you who haven't read the webcomic yet or forgot, Blaster is a villain character who appears in the first few chapters I think somewhere around chapter five or 6 of the webcomic). He is also in the image I have put above.

So this scenario is set around the time when our MC has his showdown with Blaster aka your big bro. This story is told from your point of view. You witness the massacre of your brother and um ye just read it;_;

Also, keep in mind your(the brother's) age is 9 (a very impressionable age ik) and Blasters' age I've head-cannoned as anywhere between 25-30. Hope this clears things up a bit. Also Also I will be tweaking some stuff so please don't get too confused.]

Second person POV

You witnessed it. Your brother's one sided massacre. You were only on your way back from the Seven Eleven, picking up some drinks for you and your brother. You know him well enough to know that he probably hadn't eaten or drank anything anytime during his personal 'fun' time.

You still thought to yourself at times why he didn't let you join in? You were big enough to know all the things he would do to his victims, yet he still insisted you stay behind.

"I'm not a kid anymore! I wanna join and do whatever you're doing Nii chan~" you pout as you complain to your big bro.
He tears away his eyes from the show he was watching and sighs.
"Lord, this again?" He pats his lap.
"Come here sport."
Still pouting, you sit and cross your arms over your chest.

"Look kid, I've said it a million times and I'll say it again: No means no. You're too young for this business!"
He ruffles your hair, resulting in you whining a small "~Stahp!"
"By the way I picked up that new comic you wanted. Check it out!"
He pulled away one of the cushions from the couch and brandished a small paperback comic. It was the latest edition of his favorite series~

You desperately wanted it but you weren't going to be so easily shaken by his brothers efforts. "I'm too old for this superhero nonsense!"
"Pfft- Hahaha ok I'll just leave this here. Take it anytime you want." He put the comic on the table and got up.

"Alrighty, there's some dinner on the stove, remember to heat it before eating. I have some important business to attend to with the boss so I can't eat with you." He was about to twist the doorknob when he felt a light tug on his shirt.

"Hm?" He turned to face you.
"Nii-chan, you're not going to stay?"
He sighed and knelt down. He puts his hand on your head.
"Look kid, I'm sorry about this too but you know damn well I can't ignore business with the boss. That's gonna cost me my head. And you want me to keep my head right?"
You don't answer and look down.
"Right?" He presses, giving your shoulder a slight shake.

After a moment of silence you glumly whisper a yes.
"That's my lil bro!" He roughly ruffles your hair and steps out the door.
"Hey tell you what, I'll take you to see a movie, that movie you've been on about the past few days. Sound good?"
The door slammed shut before you could give your answer.

You were alone in the apartment. Again.
You sit back on the couch and open the comic to the first page. Your brother leaves often and is almost never home. By whenever he is home, he makes sure to make you feel loved. Even though he had absolutely no reason to pay any attention to a stray kid like you, let alone allow you the title of 'his lil bro' , he still did.

He loves you. And you love him back. He is all you ever want and want to be. Even though he may not agree.

These sweet moments flash by your mind as you make your way to the construction site he had chosen for his 'play time'.
Damn these stairs... You think as you climb the seemingly endless flights of stairs. Partway up, you hear increasingly loud thudding sounds and the building walls seem to shake and crumble. But there don't seem to be any explosions....
Something isn't right.....
You quicken your pace, an increasingly overwhelming sense of dread hovering over you.