Youngster Shorts: Viol is Fucking Dead

    Viol cursed under his breath as he carried out yet another box of crap out of his room. He was tired of waiting for tickets to Alola to leak online. He tried his hand at making fake tickets himself, but all that caused was his uncle /vg/ to come marching into his room to shout at him for being a faggot and not knowing the first thing about hacking. He had tried to explain to Viol something about how Viol needed to stay away from more current updates and follow a guidebook his uncle had co-authored for such a task, but when Viol tried to do it himself with /vg/’s supervision, he ended up just making his uncle even more furious at his incompetence with computers.

    “Christ, it’s not even that hard,” /vg/ had said. “It’s just moving files around and installing.”

    “Can’t I just use RxTools or EmuNand like those other guys?” Viol had asked. “Why do I need Luma?”

    This of course just angered his uncle to no end.

    “Do you want to brick everything?” /vg/ asked him, his eye twitching slightly from exasperation.

    “Aren’t bricks like, strong or something?” Viol asked, his cheeks burning with resentment at being treated like a child. He was almost 17 after all. His uncle however just covered his face, and let out a long drawn out sigh into his hands.

    “Tell you what, nephew,” /vg/ said after the pause. “Leave it to me. It might take a few hours to fix what you fucked up, but I’ll get you those tickets for you and your sister. But in return, I want you to do something.”

    “What did you have in mind?” Viol asked, crossing his arms.

    “I want you to clean out all the crap in your room,” /vg/ said gesturing to all the odds and ends piled up in the room. Vanille appeared at the doorway and peeked in. “You and your sister both need to work on it.”

    “What did I just get signed up for?” Vanille asked, shooting a look at Viol.

    “Shut up, he’s getting us the tickets in exchange for us cleaning up your shit,” Viol said.

    “Hey, most of this shit is yours, faggot,” Vanille fired back.

    “Both of you get to work or I’ll clean out your PC for good,” /vg/ said.

    “Do you think he can do that?” Vanille whispered into Viol’s ear.

    “I don’t know,” Viol said. “But I think he’s stupid enough to try it.”

    So the duo got to work sorting out boxes of old junk and taking it down to the garage to dump out. Vanille personally dumped most of her Pokémon porn collection. She hadn’t gone through it in ages and she felt it was time to build up from scratch again. She was a bit unnerved however to find /trash/ lingering in the garage waiting for Vanille to finish. Vanille was convinced she heard /trash/ start rummaging through the bin as soon as Vanille walked around the corner.
Viol had taken a box of old peripherals to /vr/, figuring he might want them for his collection, or (at his uncle’s insistence) could at least hold onto them for a time until Viol wanted them back. His retro uncle took particular interest in an old pair of glasses with big magnifying lenses. Viol and Vanille had worn them when they were kids back when their eyesight was a lot worse. /vr/ had teased them in the past that they could probably make out every pixel in the universe when wearing them, and used to call Viol “Game Boy”. Viol used to hate the teasing, but now even though he kept his scowl on his face as he impatiently waited for /vr/ to finish sorting through the box; there was a bittersweet moment of nostalgia. Despite growing up so much since those early days of Kanto, he felt a bit alien from the kid he used to be. So much had changed, even just since their last birthday.

    Viol and Vanille both met up in their bedroom to go through the last little bit of stuff they needed to sort. Viol had found a pool of dried blood-puke under his bed and had to shift it over towards the closet to clean it up. Meanwhile Vanille was in the closet sorting out what clothes she was ready to get rid of. Alola was going to mean more outfits for her, and since Viol never changed what he was wearing, she dominated most of the closet space. However when she was ready to leave, she found her exit blocked by Viol’s bed being in the way as he cleaned the carpet.

    “Hey jackass, you mind moving this thing?” Vanille said with her arms full of clothes she was getting rid of. “I’m trying to get out of the closet.”

    “Congrats on coming to terms with being a lesbian,” Viol said without even turning her way. “I’m sure dad would be proud of yo-“

    Viol was cut off by Vanille hurling clothes and expletives his way, which he countered twofold. Soon clothes were raining down all over and the air became full of noise, until their uncle’s voice cut through the chaos.

    “Enough!” /vg/ yelled out. “You fuckers are almost finished, and so am I. Gather up this mess and finish or so help me…”

    “Sorry uncle,” Vanille said, as she climbed over the bed and started gathering all of the strewn about clothes. Viol had pushed all the clothes in his area into a pile and tossed them into the doorway for Vanille to pick up. She rolled her eyes a bit and walked off to take her clothes to someone. Maybe /fa/ could use something to burn.

    Viol finished his work on the carpet, though most of the stain remained, and then moved his bed back to the original position. His bed was the one thing he never let anyone touch, since there was a secret stash of stuff hidden in the bed frame. Looking in the closet, he was surprised how much room there was now with all of Vanille’s crap out of it. But more importantly, he noticed a box labeled “Vanille’s Stuff: Keep Out!” The box was open with a couple of folders in it. Clearly this was Vanille’s secret porn collection that she’d saved without Viol noticing. The top folder in particular was very thick and practically bursting. It reminded Viol of one of his that was equally bursting. He wanted to look through it and laugh. But he also didn’t want to know what turned on his sister. Or worse. He’d find something that turned both of them on. He shuddered at the thought and decided rather than do either of those things, he would take another option. He could go hide the box somewhere and make Vanille think she tossed it out and go frantically searching for it. Maybe at some point when he got tired of her desperately searching for it he’d go and retrieve it. Or maybe admit to taking it so that she’d have to grab it and walk through the house carrying it back. He smiled wickedly to himself and picked up the box carefully.

    He made sure his uncle wasn’t looking at him, but when he saw his uncle was absorbed in his task, he walked out of the room with his prize quickly. He figured the best place to hide this was the basement. Only a few of the boarders lived there and there were plenty of places to stash the box where no one would look. Like behind the stairs with /r9k/s aspirations. He made his way down the stairs, and as he worked to push the box into the concealed hiding spot he made for it, he heard a voice call out to him.
“Hey Viol,” Teej said. His voice startled Viol who almost let go of the box. He caught it though and firmly pushed it into the hiding spot, albeit on its side. Viol turned and looked at Teej who just looked at him quizzically, not having seen what he was pushing over there. Viol however was sweating it out. How much did Teej see before Viol was aware he was watching?

    “Hey Teej,” Viol said, trying to play it off as nonchalant as possible. “What’s up?”

    “Well, I don’t see you down here often, much less storing things,” Teej said. “If you really want to hide something, you could just ask me. I have plenty of room in my dungeon for that.”

    Viol mentally questioned whether Teej actually had a dungeon in his room or if it was just his nerd talk for his closet or some shit, but more than anything he wanted to stop Teej from getting near that box and blowing his plan. Or finding Vanille’s porn.

    “Hey Viol are you down here?” Vanille’s voice called from above. Shit, did she catch on already? Viol went to shake his head at Teej to get him to not say anything, but the older male failed a spot check.

    “Yeah, he’s down here!” Teej said. Viol slapped his face and started sweating more. He was definitely dead if Vanille thought he was hiding something.

    “Oh, why are you down here?” Vanille said as she came down the stairs to face Viol. “Uncle /vg/ said that he’s finished and wanted to explain to both of us what to do to get ready for our trip.”

    “Then I guess we better get going!” Viol said as he goes to drag Vanille up the stairs back to their room.

    “Do you want me to store that thing for you?” Teej asked, calling up to the twins.

    “Wait, what thing?” Vanille asked, pulling free from Viol’s grip.

    “Oh, Viol was hiding something down here,” Teej said. “I offered to help him store it so someone doesn’t go snooping. You never know when /trash/ is going to go digging around.”

    “How thoughtful,” Vanille said. “Viol, go grab it and let Teej take it.”

    “No, I wouldn’t want to bother him,” Viol said. He realized that he didn’t sound aggressive enough in his opinion and decided to amend it. “I mean, I wouldn’t trust that faggot to not go snooping through my stuff himself.”

    “Please Viol, I’m a gentleman of my word,” Teej said. “But if you don’t want me to store it, then I’ll leave it be and ensure no one goes snooping.”

    Viol went to let a sigh of relief escape from his lungs, but before it could pass his lips, a horrifying sound echoed. A folder fell out of the sideways box onto the floor, scattering the paper contents.

    “Oh no, your stuff spilled all over, Viol,” Teej said. “Is it okay if I help pick it up?”

    “No no!” Viol called out as he jumped over the banister to get to the spill quickly. “I’ll get it mysel-woah!”

    Viol tripped on one of the papers and went flying onto his back. The impact kicked up the papers around him, flipping over many of them and revealing the contents to Teej and Vanille who raced down.

    “Viol, what is all of this?” Vanille gasped and went a bit red. Shit, he was never going to hear the end of this, her porn collection revealed to have been stolen by Viol and revealed to Teej. Teej meanwhile was just silent and waiting for a response from Viol. As Viol lay there, wishing he was dead, one of the papers from the folder fell onto his face. He pulled it off as he sat up and glimpsed at the paper. What he saw made his blood freeze in place. Oh fucking hell. This folder wasn’t Vanille’s porn folder at all. It didn’t even belong to Vanille.

    It was his folder of Red and Green. It must have fallen out of his bed frame and into that box when they were fighting.

    Vanille started to snort as she held back her laughter. Teej was still not sure how to react in this situation. He couldn’t read the air on what was going on here.

   “Oh my- you are such a faggot,” Vanille said as she struggled to breathe. “You laughed about me being in the closet, but you have a folder full of… this?”

    “S-shut up!” Viol said finding his voice. “I just admire them. They’re role models. They’re strong Pokémon masters who don’t take any crap. What’s the big deal?”

    “They’re kissing!” Vanille said as she wheezed, winded from all the laughter and visibly tearing up.

    “S-so? I know for a fact you look at much worse!” Vanille yells. “Besides, kissing between bros isn’t necessarily gay, faggot.”

    “Oh my fucking Arceus!” Vanille laughed as she choked and coughed. “So that folder you were trying to hide. It was just full of boys kissing?”

    “Yeah, nothing gay!” Viol said. Teej was starting to clean up the papers and put them into the folder without staring at them.

    “I don’t know if that makes it more pathetic or not,” Vanille said as she gathered her breath again. “Okay, I’ll leave you two to clean up. I’ll tell uncle you’ll be back in a few minutes.”

    Viol was redder than a Charmeleon. Getting his ass kicked by Vanille for stealing her stash would have been better than this. He doubted she would tell anyone, but she’d always have this over him. And worse, now Teej had seen it. He knew about it and probably thought Viol was weird now. And after they had gotten close these past two years.

    “Here,” Teej said, handing Viol the folder with all of the contents shoved neatly back into it. “I’m sorry.”

    “Whatever, it’s no big deal,” Viol said, brushing off any pity Teej might have been giving him.

    “No, I mean, I’m sorry that that’s the best you got.” Teej said with a smirk.

    “W-what do you mean?” Viol said, his face going red again. “Are you making fun of me you f-“

    “No, I just mean, I was expecting a lot worse,” Teej said. “Everyone tries to hide their secret stuff down here. And half the time I have to clean it up when /trash/ decides to rummage through it all. You learn a lot about the other people in the house through cleaning up their secrets. I figured that’s why you were down here, and that’s why I wanted to help you hide it.”

    “I guess I should have just given it to you then,” Viol said, his eyes stinging a bit with the beginnings of tears that he was desperately fighting back.

    “Nah, I shouldn’t have pressured you. Besides,” Teej said as he put his hand on Viol’s shoulder, causing Viol to look him in the eye. “I have a lot worse than dudes kissing in my secret stash.”

    “W-what?” Viol said a bit in shock. “Wait, do you mean like-”

    “Yup,” Teej said there was a gleam in his eye as he tried to use his charisma. “All for research purposes, of course.”

    Viol was now blushing a bit for a different reason, but then decided to start laughing, and wiped the tears away.

    “Oh my god, I knew you were a gigantic faggot,” Viol laughed. “I can’t believe you’d just say that to me. What did you feel pity for me, or did you we’d have something in common?”

    “So do you want me to store the rest of the box?” Teej asked.

    “Sure, and toss this in with it,” Viol said handing him the folder. “The rest of it is Vanille’s anyways. Now she’ll have to ask you for it back if she wants it.”

    Teej smiled. He knew the Pallet boy was putting on a brave face after having such a deep secret revealed, so he was willing to put up with his prank on his sister. For now. He might discreetly return the box at a later time, after removing Viol’s folder, of course.

    After a short back and forth, Viol excused himself back to his room to get lectured by his uncle on how not to fuck up what his uncle had set up. But Viol wasn’t paying attention. He was glad Teej hadn’t judged him on his… choice in mentors. Though he did suggest Viol invest in some better art in the future. Teej was willing to show Viol what he meant, but Viol wasn’t sure he could handle learning too many of Teej’s secrets. He already knew about the moths. All Viol could think of as his uncle berated the two Pallet siblings was this:

    At least it wasn’t the Archie folder.