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Script Preview - Brandon Route
🕑 Added 2022-08-10 14:00:10 +0000 UTCI'm neck-deep in writing out [cBrandon]'s route and it's going really well! I'm in a groove I don't want to break because I'm making great progress.
Unfortunately, that means the beta will be late. I haven't gotten into the editing or programming yet. Gotta write when the inspiration is there.
But, I'm at 9/12 endings drafted (at time of writing). And yes, there's now 12 endings. Sticking to the planned number never, ever happens.
Soooooooooo... here's some script previews!! This is unedited content, everything subject to change.
Spoilers, d'uh!
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Notes on Naming:
I want to share a lot so I'm not bothering editing the programming names to standard names.
"c" before their name just stands for "character". So, cBrandon just means the character Brandon
"ci" before their name stands for "character internal". This is the internal dialog of the character's thoughts.
"persistent" is a Ren'py variable holder. Just disregard that.
mcFirst = Monika, or the name you assign Monika
mcLast = Viotto, or the last name you assign Monika
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ciSebastian "She's an angel… a gorgeous… mystical angel."
"[cSebastian] was fourteen the first time he ever saw [persistent.mcFirst] [persistent.mcLast], and it would prove to be the most important moment of his life."
"The little mafia princess stood motionless at the end of a long hallway, glowing beneath the moonlight in what he could only interpret as a bridal gown. Her small frame filled him with the urge to hold her and never let go. Her petrified expression caused him endless despair, for a goddess as pure as her should never know fear. [cSebastian] desperately wanted to run to her, kneel before her, and swear his undying infinite love, life, and loyalty, but the mere sight of the true celestial being before him left him breathless and astonished."
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"Most nights, [cBrandon] slept in my bedroom, but his schedule was random depending on whether he was training, or out with our parents for business meetings or social gatherings. Some nights we fell asleep together, and other nights he arrived home as late as dawn. On those days, he'd go to his own room so he could sleep in late."
"I was alone, bored, and frustrated, so like most young teenagers when left alone for hours, I began exploring my own body. It was something I rarely did, because I had so little privacy and time alone when I wasn't scared or hurt."
"I was too preoccupied with myself to hear my bedroom door quietly open shortly after I started, then click closed. I didn't notice my brother entering the room until he spoke."
cBrandon "When did you get so… pretty?"
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SIDE STORY?
ciBrandon "She's my sister…"
"I couldn't sleep after that, but I didn't want to leave her side either. I watched her as she fell asleep, and casually touched the ends of her messy hair. She was so pretty, kind, sweet, and gentle. I'd always adored my sister but now… after seeing her in pleasure… something had changed. A flip had been switched, and I didn't know how to set it back."
ciBrandon "She's a woman, too."
"I'd never been around girls my own age for any significant length of time. Young girls were rarely brought to business meetings or social events without reason. There were plenty of adult women, of course, but all of them more than double my age. Those women had never interested me."
ciBrandon "[persistent.mcFirst] is everything I'm not."
"That had always been true. My gut told me nurture is what created our differences, not nature. If we were raised the same, what would be different? Would I be kind and gentle? Would [persistent.mcFirst] be cruel and dangerous? Both felt ridiculous. Would I still feel this way towards her if we were the same? I disgusted myself sometimes… maybe I'd feel the same way about her."
ciBrandon "What am I going to do?"
"I wanted to hold her, kiss her, fuck her, and chain her to me so she'd never leave. Not that she would ever want to… she loved me."
ciBrandon "Do you love me like I love you, Sister?"
"I couldn't. I'd be taking advantage of her situation. I knew I was the only person in her life who gave her any attention or affection. She'd do anything to make me happy. But that wouldn't be {i}her{/i} choosing me, right? It might be under duress. Or… it might not. What if she did feel the same? What if she would choose me no matter what the circumstance?"
ciBrandon "How would I know?"
"Even if she really wanted to be with me, then what?"
ciBrandon "We couldn't have kids together, we couldn't marry, and we couldn't run the family together… or… could we?"
"Most crime families claimed family values and good religious values, though most of it was a load of shit behind the scenes. Running the family together as lovers would put a target on both our backs. But… siblings running it together… as siblings? I wasn't sure how that would be handled. Some might respect it while others might see it as a sign of weakness, as if neither of us were competent enough on our own. Maybe if I could control the narrative…"
ciBrandon "STOP! FUCKING STOP! SHE IS MY SISTER!!!"
"This was all wrong, all disgusting, all sinful, and unforgivable. I could sit there and think of problems and solutions all night, but none of it would fix the fact that we shared blood."
ciBrandon "I can't… I can't do this. I have to stop this. Never again. Fucking never."
"I quietly crawled out of the bed and grabbed my clothes from the floor. I couldn’t stop myself from taking one last look at her from the doorway. She looked so… content. Was it because…?"
ciBrandon "I'm imagining that. I… fuck, I can't even be near her without my mind betraying me."
"I knew my weakness better than most people. I didn't have a choice in that. If I didn't see them, my parents or teachers or trainers would point them out without hesitation. That would sense something was different now, but that didn't matter as much as knowing that every time I saw her, I would want her now."
ciBrandon "We can't be close anymore… I can't be near you. You're not… safe… with me anymore… [persistent.mcFirst]."
ciBrandon "No. Not [persistent.mcFirst]. Sister. {b}Sister. {i}Sister.{/i}{/b} I can't let myself forget that."
cBrandon "I'm sorry, Sister."
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SIDE STORY?
cAntonio "I have no idea what happened between you and your sister, but never forget you are family."
cBrandon "{size=-8}I wish I could…{/size}"
cAntonio "She's good for you, and you need her."
"That statement surprised me. I rose to my feet, looking at the old man with confusion."
cBrandon "Mother--"
cAntonio "Your mother is batshit crazy and she's taking you along for the ride. [persistent.mcFirst] keeps you grounded. Pushing her away is the stupidest decision you can make."
"I wanted to scream and cry and tear him limb from limb. I wanted to tell Father how wrong he was, how unsafe she was around me, and how fucked up I was for feeling the way I did, for loving her as I did. But I couldn't. I couldn't live my life never seeing her again. I just needed more time. I needed to fight these feelings, to find the strength within me to push them down into a tiny little box that I could burn and bury."
ciBrandon "Fuck, I miss her so fucking much."
"It had only been two weeks, and I was going mad from loneliness. I had never been away from my sister for this long. My bed was cold and empty, food was tasteless, and even alcohol didn't numb the pain enough."
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"Mother told me to be quiet. As much as I wanted to talk to [cBrandon], there was clearly something different about him now. The rules of the game had changed, and I had to learn them before I played. Too afraid to incur more wrath, I stayed sitting in my corner of the cell with my knees to my chest."
"[cBrandon] watched us in silence with a strange look on his face. He looked angry, stunned, and horrified all at once. Eventually, he walked up to our cells, standing between the two of them. He turned to me."
cBrandon "Are you okay?"
"I nodded."
cBrandon "Did he hurt you? Touch you?"
"The only thing the stranger had done besides talk to me was touch himself in front of me. My eyes fell down to the dried evidence of his actions instinctually. I shook my head no as I did, but [cBrandon]'s eyes followed mine to the ground."
cBrandon "What the fuck is that?"
"I looked over at the other prisoner. Again, [cBrandon] followed suit."
cBrandon "Did you jerk off in front of my fucking sister?!"
"The man behind the bars approached [cBrandon] with an amused smirk."
cUnknown1 "So what if I did?"
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"Suddenly, he started laughing."
cBrandon "Is this a cosmic fucking joke?"
"His laughter suddenly shifted into cries. He buried his face in his blood-soaked hands."
cBrandon "There is no right and wrong, is there? Doing the right thing is the wrong thing."
"I'd never seen my brother in such a state. I finally stood from my spot and walked over to the wall of bars that separated us. I squatted down and looked at him. He saw my movement and looked at me, his face now stained red."
mce "I don't understand. What wrong thing?"
cBrandon "She wants to kill you."
mce "Who?"
cBrandon "Mother."
"I gasped and fell back onto my ass, sitting atop the dried semen on the floor."
cBrandon "I… I didn't… why didn't I realize? I didn't want to…"
"He laughed dryly again, looking at the body of the man beneath him."
cBrandon "This man swore to kill our entire family in revenge. We wanted answers before we ended him. And she… and she… she trapped you beside him! She wanted… she wanted him to… while I was upstairs avoiding you! I can't… if anything happened…"
"I shook my head, stunned in my own denial. Mad, terrifying thoughts ran through my mind."
cBrandon "I can't do it. I can't stay away. I have to protect you from her. But… but… {size=-8}there's no one to protect you from me{/size}."
"I didn't hear him above my own sobbing and dark thoughts flooding my brain, taking over my senses, drowning me in a sea of despair. I didn't see him stand, gather the knives, or wipe the blood on the dead man's clothes."
cBrandon "At least with me you'll be alive… I realize now there is no right and wrong. There is no god. There is nothing but power and weakness."
"He returned the blades to their place in the displayed case and relocked it, admiring his own forethought. He knew when he suggested the idea that access speed was far more important than his Mother thought. [cBrandon] could imagine his Mother's reflection in those stained blades, her face filled with horror and shock as he threatened her with one."
ciBrandon "But I can't… not like that… not yet. I need the power first."
"If caught, familicide would be [cBrandon]'s downfall. He would lose everything. Patience was something [cBrandon] had to master. If he simply waited and played the game, everything he needed would be served on a silver platter. It would take a Herculean effort. [cBrandon] felt {b}so angry{/b}."
"[cBrandon] took the key to his sister's cell from where it hung on the wall, walked over, and unlocked the door. He looked down at her, balled up on the floor and sobbing like a baby."
ciBrandon "She's better off with me than being dead… even if I hurt her."
"[cBrandon] glanced over at the corpse in the next cell and chuckled awkwardly to himself."
ciBrandon "Why the fuck do I care what's right or wrong, anyway? I've killed so many. But this…"
"He knelt down beside his sister and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She immediately clung to him as she cried."
ciBrandon "{b}We{/b} are right, maybe the only thing in this world that is right. I love her more than anything, more than myself. She needs me and I need her. I'll make sure she's safe… no matter what it takes."
Comments
Cyberempathlovertree
wow this is really good
