The adventures of feral JD and the Brozone bros.

John goes grey

Ages of the bros and what they look like

(Just picture the brothers how they are when Branch is grown up just a bit younger and Bruce isn't big and Clay isn't so tall.)

John Dory - 21

Spruce:17 - Turning soon - 18 

Clay:16 - Turning soon - 17 

Floyd:16

Branch:15

The brothers are at a party and JD is trying to reconnect with his brothers "Hey guys! Do you want to go with me tomorrow? We could go fishing or hiking." He asked his brothers with a smile. "No, we don't want to go with you." JD's smile started to fade into a frown. "We have stuff to do tomorrow." Spruce lied, Clay and Branch, agreed but Floyd could see the hurt in JD eyes. So he tried to talk to him, but JD said, with a frown and his tail low. "Oh, ok 🥺. I guess I'll just leave you's alone" " Yes you should." Branch exclaimed happily, happy that JD is leaving and Clay was nodding agreeing with Spruce and Branch, their tails were wagging. John turns and walks away from them, his tail dragging behind him. Spruce, Clay, and Branch start talking about how much they don't want to be around him because they think he'll try to boss them around if they hang out with him but they, except for Floyd, don't see that he's trying to change, and Floyd feels like he needs to have a conversation with them to apologize to JD. "Guys I think you should say sorry to him." Floyd says with a frown "Oh come on Floyd you don't feel bad for him, do you?" Spruce said with a laugh as the other two also laughed, but Floyd was not having it. He puffed out his hair, to make himself look bigger, and growled. Once they saw this they shut up real quick.

(Time skip)

The Brothers POV

The brothers, except JD, are back in the bunker, in the living room discussing how they can make it up to JD, but none of them have realized that they left JD there... alone. He should not be alone when he's sad, or he will hurt himself, and the only one that helped him get through that was Floyd, but he's not with him this time.

John Dory s POV.

I was a little sad they didn't want to come, no I was very upset, but I just walked away from them and stood on the side lines of the party. It was going to be my hatch-day tomorrow and I wanted to go out and spend time with my brothers, but they still hated me and want nothing to do with me, "I think I should leave." I said to myself walking away from the party and went to the bathroom to wash my face of all the glitter.

Third person POV.

So JD leaves the party and goes to the bathroom. He goes to splash the water in his face, but stops when he looks at his hand, and notices that his hand is not his usual color, his hand is turning grey. He looks at himself in the mirror, and sees his hair is going black. "No. No, no, no, no, no. I can't go grey again. I don't want to I can't, I can't, I can't." He says in a panicked tone, but he can't stop it. He watches his reflection in the mirror, as he is slowly turning darker and darker until he is fully absorbed in the dark color. His eyes are grey, his hair and tail are black, and his skin is a deep color of grey. JD is panicking and hyperventilating, but then he remembers the words of hurt, the pain, the suffering, the sadness, and the guilt. Oh, the guilt is crushing him and it's making it hard to breath. He becomes angry at his brothers, himself and the world, the world is cruel. Why did he deserve this? What did he do to deserve this? Oh, wait he knows. He hurt his brothers and made them something they aren't. He starts to go crazy close to insane, when he thinks about what he did to his brothers, and realizes how much of a terrible brother he is, he starts to giggle hysterically and then starts to laugh like a maniac, he doesn't want to feel this way, he needs to find a way to Distract himself. So he opens the cabinet and finds a razor blade he grabs it and holds it to his arm, with a crooked smile he slashed his arm a dozen times, he starts to laugh more, as he is slowly going more into a feral state as he starts to growl. While he is doing this his tail starts wagging, and when he is done he starts to slash his other arm then he goes to his legs, then his torso and chest, when he's done he puts the blade down and looks at himself, he is covered in cuts. He then starts to bandage the cuts and walks out of the bathroom and notices no one is there, he thinks about going to the bunker *Maybe I should go- no! they don't want to be around me.* He thought. So he went back to his fateful companion. Rhonda. She was happy to see him but when she got a good look at him her eyes widened in fear, her driver, her owner, her best friend, is completely grey and covered in blood and bandages "Hey girl." He said in a depressing voice, Rhonda made low rumbling sound as if asking him if he was okay. He was not. He walked to her side door, opened it and went in. When he was going to the loft his head was low and he felt a few tears roll down his cheeks. He climbed up and laid in bed while listening to classical music, it helps him sleep, with the amount of blood he lost, he was exhausted so he passed out, he thought he was going sleep for the night but he slept for 48 hours.