This is just a story if the Architechs were my older brothers, that's all <3
I'm using their real names for this, if you didn't know their real names are
Iskall - Viktor
Grian - Charles
Mumbo - Oliver
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"Make sure to take care of your little sister, alright?" The woman said, holding her husbands arm. The couple were going out for a date night, leaving their three sons to look after their youngest, and only daughter.
"Don't worry mom, we all know I'm responsible." The oldest said, picking up his little sister as she looked at her parents. "Do I have to stay with them?" The fourteen year old said, wanting nothing more than some peace in her household. "Yes you do sweetheart, we won't be gone for long so everything should be fine, right?" Their father said, looking at the middle child.
"Right Charles?" The man coughed into his arm, looking at the trouble child. "Huh?! Oh- yeah don't worry." Charles snickered, rubbing his nose as he walked over to his older brother and younger sister. "She's safe in our hands, right Oli?" Charles asked, looking over to the couch were his brother sat reading a book. He nodded his head and said "mhm", as his eyes never left the book. "Okay, okay. We'll be making our leave now. Love you sweetheart." Her mom said, kissing her on the forehead and making her way out of the door. As the couple exited the home, Viktor put his little sister down onto the floor and looked at everybody. "Anything you guys want to do?"
"Commit arson" the girl said, looking at her older brother. "Ditto!" Charles said. Oliver's head shot up from his book, looking at his siblings.
"No!!!"
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"HOW DO YOU KEEP BEATING ME THIS ISNT FAIR-" the man child said, looking at his youngest brother. "YOUR NOT EVEN GOOD AT VIDEO GAMES???" Viktor said, looking at the screen. Oli had just beat him in Mario Kart, so now Viktor owes Charles ten dollars.
"Pay up." Charles snickered, holding out his hand for payment. He sat on his little sisters bed, as he watched her draw one of her story characters. Her glasses kept falling of her face, so he kept pushing them back up her face. As Viktor handed him his payment, they heard a phone ringing. Their little sister picked up her phone as they all looked at her, as she listened to what the person on the phone had to say. She soon hung up and threw her phone onto her pillows, and hugged her Chimchar plush close.
"Sis... who was that?" Viktor asked, sitting on her bed and put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it, it was just someone." The girl mumbled, looking into the distance. "Please don't lie to us, we worry about you for a reason." Oliver said, looking at his sister in worry. As the girl huffed all she said was
"Don't you hate being so fucking untalented?". All of her brothers stopped and stared at her, looks of bewilderment plastered onto their faces. "Your not untalented Sis!! Your a writing prodigy, your school acknowledged it back in America!" Charles hastily said, pointing to the letter on the wall. It was the letter her English teacher gave her, after her school district saw her capability in writing. "It's just... it's just.." she stammered, soon tears fell from her chin as her emotions got the best of her.
Soon she was crying, as her brothers all got up and comforted the teen. "All of my other friends.. their all so talented, and I'm just... I'm just here." She began, head into her knees, as she looked towards the floor. She's felt like this for awhile, but never wanted to tell anybody. I guess now it was time to let those feelings go, release them and let them be free. "I feel like a drop in the ocean guys.." she said, leaning against the lavender painted wall. She hugged her plush close, as her brothers just looked at her.
The three men looked at each other, all seemingly reading each other's minds. The fourteen year old looked at them, eyes constantly moving from one to the other. Soon the three men got up from her bed, and scavenged her room.
"HEY- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LEAVE MY STUFF ALONE!" She yelled, springing up from her bed as she scrambled to them. As soon as she saw her sketchbook filled with character designs though, she knew what they were up too.
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They spent the rest of the night laughing and giggling, making characters and writing stories for them. As the men struggled with coming up with ideas, or trying to figure out anatomy she couldn't help but think.
"I guess I am pretty talented after all."
