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Vic was out of the house and married to his high school sweetheart, Mitsi, when Second was still a baby. He doesn't really remember Vic at all and Vic at least vaguely cares about Second in a way (that being "we're brothers, so, in that sense, I care.").
Chosen, however, basically raised Dark and Second. First, Dark, as they were kids together and most like your usual brothers, playing, fighting, breaking vases that someone whose name rhymed with Osen always ended up taking the blame for… Dark latched on to Chosen like a life preserver. They were inseparable!
Then came along a little orange baby by the name of "The Second Coming." The second coming of who??? Who cares? Dark was uninterested in this new life form. Chosen, on the other hand, spent a lot of time with this new bean of a stick. But why? He couldn't walk or talk or play. He just slept and ate and pooped and cried, sooooo boring. He wasn't even allowed to dribble the bean around! ("But he looks like a basketball with arms and legs! Can't I bounce him around just a little?" "Your little brother is not a basketball, Dark!")
My little brother… but I'M the little brother!!! This is MY domain, Cho-Cho is MY big brother. I WAS HERE FIRST!!! HE LOVED ME FIRST WHY- Dark fumed to himself before a knock was heard on his door.
"Dahk, in?"
What the hell? "What kind of joke is this??" Dark asked.
"Dahk! Play!" Oh wait, it's the little orange plague. When did he learn to knock? Nevermind that, when did he learn to talk??
"Go away!" Dark snapped.
"Dahk… play?" Second whimpered on the other side of the door.
Dark took a moment to think about it for a Second…
"You know what, kid? Sure, we can play >:)" Dark opened the door to see a slightly less bean-looking stick with his arms up in a "yay" pose. Dark then made Second regret asking him to play when Dark got him stuck in the basketball hoop…
"I was gonna catch him! I just didn't expect him not to make it through the hoop at all! He's bigger than I last remembered him being…" Dark scratched his head, wondering when Second started looking less like a basketball and more like the hoop.
"Dark, are you out of your mind?! You can't just try to shove a toddler through a basketball hoop!"
"Daaaahk!!! Toseeen!!!" Second cried, unable to get out of the hoop. After Chosen and Dark lowered the hoop and then used a ladder to get a better angle, Second was freed from the basketball hoop.
"So uh… best 2 out of 3?" Dark narrowly dodged a slap to the face from Chosen as Second proceeded to run into Alan's office to tell him what happened.
Yes… Dahk is absolutely screwed :)
The end!!!