Henry Stickmin Oneshots And More!

"I Don't Need To"

So I was reading random fanfictions, and I saw this thing where Sam Turner and Sven Svensson are siblings, and I thought, well, why not? Let's write something like this, why don't I?

I don't think there are any triggers, Sam does swear in Swedish once, but that's it.

Hope y'all have a great day, or night, and I'll catch y'all later!

"Alright, we're all clear here," Floyd said over the earpiece. "Got everything of value we could find. All that's left is to get back to the ship."

Sven nodded. "Good. Start making your way back."

"What... what are you doing, Boss?" Floyd asked. "Are you not coming with us?"

"I am," Sven reassured him. "I just want to make sure Henry makes it back as well. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Alright," Floyd said after a pause. "But make sure to come back. You know how the chief worries."

Sven chuckled. "Yah, he's overprotective. Don't worry, this is only going to take a little bit. I've survived worse, you know."

"Worse than a raging Copperbottom?" Floyd asked skeptically. "I'd like to see you try."

Sven laughed again, then turned around as the earpiece went quiet.

They had just finished a raid on some museum they'd found randomly. There wasn't much of value, but enough to make the raid worthwhile. It had been running smoothly, with little to no problems. All of the security guards were distracted, so they'd faced no resistance.

Sven shook his head. The way Henry distracted people... and yet somehow it worked.

Sven himself had never been much into dancing. He enjoyed waltzing and slow dancing, which his dads had taught him, but other than that he was more into watching from the sidelines. But the majority of Toppats loved dancing- courtesy of a party era, led by Randy Radman.

Sven shook his head again and started walking through the empty museum. He noticed a coin on the ground and picked it up, pocketing it. Kleptomania could be annoying sometimes, since he couldn't resist stealing anything remotely interesting, even something as mundane as a penny.

Oh well. It didn't matter.

Sven was about to go look for Henry to make sure the newest Toppat recruit didn't accidentally get left behind again, when a sudden clatter behind him made him jump.

He spun around to see a security guard with blonde hair and blue eyes standing there, dropping their gun in shock.

Svne glanced behind him, on the off chance the guard was looking at anything else. Nope.

"S-Sven? Is that actually you?" The guard asked with shock. They stepped forward and held out a hand.

Sven grabbed them by the wrist and flipped them to the ground, then pulled out his gun and aimed it at them. "How do you know my name?" He demanded.

"Sven, it's me! It's Sam!" The guard- Sam?- said.

"Right. That name means the world to me," Sven said sarcastically. "I'll give you one chance to explain how you know my name and why I shouldn't kill you right here and now."

"Sven, I'm your- you're my brother!" Sam cried. "You were really young when you were kidnapped, but I'm sure you have some memory of me!"

Sven laughed incredulously. "Kidnapped? Brother? If you want to make up a lie at least make it believable!"

"Listen to me, Sven, I'm telling the truth!" Same said. "After the terrorists stole the ruby- relocated it to Romania, rövhål- you disappeared, and Mom thought you'd died, and- well, I don't know what happened, but you're here!"

Sven hesitated. He didn't remember much about his life before the Toppat Clan, but he'd always known that logically he would have had a family other than Reg and Wright.

"I don't want a sob story," Sven said. "I don't care if you're lying or not. I don't care if I may or may not have had a life before my dads took me in. I'm happy with my life and I don't need you."

"How?" Sam asked. "How can you be happy being a part of a group of terrorists?" They flinched as a bullet just barely missed their head.

"I'll allow that once," Sven said coldly. "Say it again and you're dead. Whether or not you are related to me, I will have no hesitation killing you if you call the Toppat Clan terrorists."

"Why are you defending them?" Sven asked. "They're criminals!"

"At least we're honest in our crimes," Sven growled. "Unlike the government, we don't hide behind false claims."

"Wh-" Sam started.

Sven turned away. "If all you can give me is a flimsy claim of relationship and an insult to my actual family, I won't stick around here arguing back and forth. I have a Clanmate to go look for."

"Sven, they aren't helping you!" Sam called as Sven walked away. "Your beliefs have been twisted around to fit there philosophy, but I know that my little brother is still somewhere in there!"

Sven didn't look back. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"At least try to remember," Sam said.

Sven shook his head.

"I don't need to."