A Batter and a Pitcher.

Chapter 1

Tina Core, a mother of 2 sons was sitting in her living room as one of her sons walked up. He had crystal blue eyes, with glasses and blond hair. He tilted his head at his mother as she watched the TV screen.

''Mom...?'' He asked, with a british accent stinging in his voice.

''Yes, Wheatley?'' She responded, her eyes glued to the screen.

''When is Christopher coming home..?'' Wheatley asked.

''I hope Never...'' She growled.

''Mother! He is NOT Satan! I told you many times before!'' Wheatley snarled at his mother.

Before Tina could say something, a young boy stood in the doorway, his red eyes glowing. He had darker blond hair than Wheatley, his ruby red jewel eyes shining.

''Christopher? Are you okay..?'' Wheatley asked.

Christopher-Or E, shook his head. Wheatley looked at him with a concerned look.

''What happened?''

''M-M-Momma left m-m-me by the d-dumpster..'' Christopher's eyes filled with tears. Wheatley hugged his little brother, cradling him in his arms.

''I-I had nothing to eat for d-days....Nothing to Drink..'' Christopher whimpered. Wheatley picked up his younger brother and took him to their room.

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Wheatley sat on his bed, staring at the wood ceiling above him. He's always wondered why his mother treated his younger brother like thin air. He honestly didn't like it, not at all.

''W-Wheatley..?'' Christopher's voice came from across the room.

''Yes, E?'' Wheatley asked back.

''Why does everyone hate me...?''

Wheatley's heart almost skipped a beat.

''What?''

''I said..Why does everyone hate me?''

''There has to be a reason, E..''

Wheatley turned his head, to see his younger brother standing there. He sniffled, hugging Wheatley tightly. ''I love you, Wheats...''

''I love you too, E. Now get some sleep, Will ya'?''

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Morning, Already? Wheatley sat up, rubbing a knot in his back. He was wearing his baseball jersey, with his brother, E, still peacefully sleeping. Wheatley rolled out of his bed, slipping on some tennis shoes he had gotten last Christmas. He tied the neon blue laces, and walked out of his room, gently shutting the door. Today was E's birthday, and what Wheatley WAS planning would be a TOTAL disaster.