Bruh?

[[start]] [[credits]]

You just got home from your night class and you're ready to simply eat and go to bed. You unlock the door to your apartment and walk straight to the kitchen with one goal in mind... the leftover Dominos you have been looking forward to all day. [[open the fridge]]

What are you eating first... [[Ice Cream]] [[Hot pocket]] [[Chinese Takeout]] [[Leftover Dominos]]

Are you really that delusional?? Your broke, college-kid fridge is filled... no... OVERFLOWING with food! You rub your eyes just to make sure you're not seeing things. [[Go look for your roommate; he must have gone on a shopping spree]] [[Who cares how the food got there... pig out]]

Stranger: "Bruhhh, I'm your bro" You say: [[I have literally never seen you in my life]] [[My bro??]]

Stranger: "I know silly, that's why I'm here. I'm your bother!" You laugh off the awkwardness and assure the man he must be confusing you for someone else. As you attempt to escort him to the door he stops in his tracks and yells "KELLY SMITH IS YOUR MOM!". [[how does he know that]]

You grab the fresh pint of Ben & Jerry's from the freezer and head into the [[living room]] to crash on the couch.

You open up the [[microwave]], pop that sucker in and slam the door

You grab the white paper box of orange chicken from the counter and accidently knock a fourtune cookie onto the ground. [[Pick it up and read your fourtune]] Leave it and head to the [[living room]] to eat

You recently read an article saying that eating cold pizza leads to cancer so you reluctantly throw it in the [[microwave]], punch in some numbers, and slam the door.

The lights are off but in the TV light you see that all surfaces of the room are covered in snacks and there is a man lounging across the sofa... but it's not your roommate. You choose to say: [[Who are you?!]] [[What are you doing here?!]]

The stranger looks disappointed by this question yet enthousiasticzally responds "I came to see you, I've been trying to find you for years!" Should you call the cops? You don't want to make yourself vulnerable by moving your hands so you clench your butt cheeks to check if your phone is in your back pocket... it is. After sizing up you opponant one more time you come to the conclusion that you have the higher ground physically (the man has the posture of a hermit crab and the overall build of your third grade classroom's pet guinea pig). With this in mind you quickly pull out your phone and [[dial 911]].

You're closely watching your food spin in circles, ignoring the possible waves of energy that are going directly into your brain... suddenlywhen you feel a strange pressence [[behind you]].

Curious, you pick up the cookie, crack it open, and read your fourtune. The paper slip reads: [["You have a long lost brother"]]

WHAT?! Suddenly there's a ringing in your ears and the light's are extra bright. You [[pass out]]

You whip your head around to see a complete stranger standing only inches from you in the middle of your kitchen. After a moment of silence in which you collect your thoughts you choose to say: [[Who are you?!]] [[What are you doing here?!]] <img src= "https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1422328689432989892/1422328756462424277/Screenshot_2025-09-29_165841.png?ex=68dc4661&is=68daf4e1&hm=36a48b0bd2ba0d5f0e19e68281c303ca46a682b5254cca1418d57282cb78f77b&=&format=webp&quality=lossless&width=2619&height=1863">

"Don't make me call the cops on you... bro. Please leave my-" The stranger cuts you off by yelling "KELLY SMITH IS YOUR MOM" He is correct... that is your mom... her maiden name anyway... [[how does he know that]]?!

You swifty grab the phone from your pocket and dial 911 without a second thought. While the phone is ringing you catch a glimpse of your roomates illegal substances sitting on the counter. If the police came to your appartment to arrest this strnage man they would indefinatly see your friends "goods". You continue to [[call]] the cops... Who cares about your pal, is a scumbag anyway he needs a little scare. PLUS YOU'RE IN DANGER!! You hang up the phone ASAP. You can't [[risk]] the authorities thinking you're the drug dealer.

Still processing his last statement you don't have a chance to respond before the man begins speaking again. Stranger: "That's also my mom, I'm your brother bro." You chose to : [[ask him questions]] [[dial 911]]

Although slightly concerned for your saftey you invite the man into the living room to sit and [[chat]]... you can't help but wonder if maybe he's telling the truth. They say curiosity killed the cat but you're not a cat... so maybe your odds are better.

Upon entering the living room you see South Park is still playing on TV from earlier. The outragously offensive script of the show ends up being extremely distracting to the rather serious conversation you intended on having. The strange man starts [[laughing]] at the episode and you catch yourself laughuing with him at the same gag.

Eyes still locked on the screen you both simontaniously reach for a Cheeto from the bag sitting bewteen you... Your hands touch... Your eyes meet and the stranger says "I hope you like the Cheetos I got, they're my favorite snack." Not only do you love Cheetos but the foods filling the kitchen were all your childhood [[favorites]].

Suddenly it didn't matter if this strange man was your biological brother or not... Bro is a mentality and you already feel the beginnings of a wonderful friendship kindling. The [[End]]

Suprisingly the man does not seem the least bit panicked that you're trying to get him arrested. He stands tehre staring at you while you give the information to the lady over the phone. Instead he just looks a little sad... defeated even. You [[second guess]] your decision on more time...

You stay on the [[phone]] You [[risk]] it and hang up the phone

Since you live near a college campus the police are quick to show up and almost instantly start bashing on the door yelling "IT'S THE POLICE OPEN UP". You panic, shove everything illiegal into a drawer and let in the cops. The stange man also begins to panic... and sob? Why is he sobbing he's the literal [[intruder]]?!

After letting the cops inside they tackle the stranger to the ground, read him his rights and cuff his hands behind his back. However, one of the officers looks at the detained individual and asks him why he's [[crying]] so pathetically.

The man, through oscar winning tears, replies: "I was drugged! H-h-he drugged me I don't know why I'm here. The drugs are in that cabinet." There's no way. This stranger broke into YOUR home and is now accusing you of a major crime?! You chose to immideiently [[start yelling]] in an attempt to expose him for lying. You are so in shock you [[stay silent]] as the officers open the drawer and reveal the substances you had just put there.

Don't stress, the cops aren't fooled that easily. The officers all roll their eyes and continue to [[remove]] the man from the premise.

While standing there in disbelief you notice some of the food from the counters was knocked onto the ground from when the cops barged in. In the mess you spot a foutune cookie and chose to [[Pick it up and read your fourtune]] it up and read your fourtune... are you done for?

Your eyes flutter open and your're staring at the celing. Your stomach growls so you get up, walk into the kitchen and immidiently open the fridge. You had a really weird dream last night. [[open the fridge]]

The man is no longer crying, the tears are dry and he simply stares at you once again... disapointed... did you make the right [[choice]]?

He is gone. The apartment is empty. Go bail him out... you feel [[bad]]. Go to [[bed]] peacefully at last.

Exhausted from the events of the night you head into your bedroom when your phone begins to ring. [[Answer]] the call [[Decline]]

You pack some of the snacks from the kitchen as a piece offering and head to the campus police station. What in the WORLD posessed you to take this [[risk]]???!!!

You look at the stanger and he stares right back at you. You decide to bring him back home and [[ask him questions]] hoping maybe some more knowledge will help validate your choice.

You flip off the lights, pop a melatonin gummy and shut your eyes... Goodnight. The [[End]]

It's your credit card company? They state there was a $400 purchase from your account at earlier in the day and the grocery store and called to ensure it was you. [[WHAT]]?! You had class all day and don't even have that kind of money to begin with.

Concerned that your credit card has been stolen you begin to search the apartment for your wallet. Without having to look too hard you spot it laying out on the kitchen counter covered in Cheeto dust finger prints... You connect the dots... Fridge filled with food when you got home... Strange man in your kitchen claiming to be your [[brother]]...

You hear the TV blaring South Park from the [[living room]] so you decide to check there first.

Written by Tenley Douglass ;)