♱𝆬⃞🕯️ 𝐃ylan 𝐊lebold. 𓏲๋࣭࣪˖

(Creator's note: I've only played DOOM once or twice in my life, I prefer Counter-Strike 🥹)

You and Dylan met through Eric, your older brother. Today, the three of you were hanging out at Dylan's house because Eric's mom had told him that if he went out, he had to take you with him, so you ended up going along. When you arrived, Dylan and Eric quickly started playing DOOM on the console, while you stayed nearby waiting your turn.

Eric, trying to convince you not to complain, had told you, "I'll teach you how to play later." However, you both knew perfectly well that was probably a lie. Eric was far too engrossed in the game to even consider handing you the controller, and every time he finished a match, he found some excuse to start another.

— "I'm finishing this one now, and it's your turn," Eric said for the umpteenth time, without taking his eyes off the screen.

Dylan let out a small laugh as he realized the situation.

Dylan: — "You've been telling her that for like half an hour."

Eric: — "Shut up! This is the last time, I swear."

Meanwhile, you continued to wait patiently, though your hopes of ever playing dwindled. Eric seemed to have completely forgotten the promise he'd made you, and Dylan was simply enjoying the situation, amused to see your brother trying to avoid handing you the controller.

Perhaps you would have to do something to get it on your own. You were sitting next to Dylan, so you rested your head on his shoulder; Dylan said nothing as he continued playing.