Friendly reminder on what has changed; Chris's appearance again [see picture above], his attitude [sociopath], and.. I think that's it.. so let's start this story off from where we left off, hm?
Also translations at the end because there is going to be speaking a lot of German
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By the time morning rolled around everyone was up to say goodbye to you, and it would've been nice, if Jason wasn't sending a hateful gaze towards your direction as Chris grabbed your hand and waved everyone off as you two exited the Home.
Chris remained silent as you two continued to walk down that gravel path leading out of the forest. Glancing up at him, Chris had a slight scowl on his face but then again, when didn't he?
"Is something wrong?" You asked him, your eyes peering up as he didn't even bat an eye at you.
"No." Was his strict response, his hand tightening around your smaller hand.
"Did I do a bad thing?" You looked behind you, your eyes locked onto the fading Home from a distance as it disappeared behind the tall trees.
"No." Chris responded again strictly, "Stop asking questions."
You did as told.
As the two of you headed out of the forest, Chris guided you towards your school as today was a Monday.
"(y/n), behave yourself while you're at school." Chris warned as you two made it to the front gate of your elementary school, "I won't be able to pick you up later, so head straight to the warehouse the moment you get out of school." Chris informed you, his thick German accent sounding more harsh the longer he talked to you then before.
"Okay.." you pulled your hand out of your brother's hand, "Are you mad because of Stitch?" You asked, knowing what the answer would be.
Chris's face twisted into a face showing anger and hatred as he snatched your hand back and pulled you close to him, but as quick as the anger showed, it disappeared like a flash of lightning.
"Don't disrespect Sutetchi name like that, (y/n)." His voice held a hint of anger as his grip tightened, "You don't want to anger them, do you, kleine Puppe?" He asked innocently, though you never understood what he was saying to you whenever he spoke in his native tongue.
"Be good for me, okay?" He asked you quietly, though it was a simple request, his baby blue eyes seemingly begged for you to be good, as if your life depended on it.
"Okay.. I promise..!" You smiled up at your brother while trying to wrench your hand free from his iron grip.
Chris let go of your wrist with a heavy sigh, "I'll try to return back to the warehouse as soon as possible. Stay safe until then," as he went to turn around and walk away he paused in his steps, "Oh, and (y/n).. don't trust the Toymaker."
With that he left without another word to be spoken.
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After school, you were excited to go to the warehouse.
The warehouse was like a secret base where only Chris and you hanged out, like a cool kids club except the only cool kid was you while Chris was more of a cool adult!
Of course there was the occasional 'Chris's friends coming over' that'll happen and you'd be stuck outside the warehouse playing in the dirt while your brother's friends would discuss adult things without you really knowing what's going on.
