Lakefront's POV

I can't believe it. After all these years my insane brother is the one we've been trying to track down. I can't help but look at him. Midnight black skinny jeans hugged his bone like legs, a slightly ripped and tattered gray shirt hung from his shoulders, and a tattoo of a monster made from a goopy like shadow substance. It looked to be always moving. Creepy.

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Hey Pancakes! Sorry for the short chapter. I have hard homework and school stuff lately. I'll try to update whenever I can. Till then Friend.