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Fireball waved awkwardly to the new demon. Fireball was average size, with a blue-grey hoodie, dark grey sweatpants, messy short hair, large dragon wings, and a tail that ended in a small flame. The other demon was shorter, with a light blue sweater, short hair in a small ponytail, a staff with planets on the end in his hand, and a permanently worried look on his face.

“Hi, s– sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you” Fireball said shakily.

“Don’t worry about it! Who are you and where are you going in such a hurry? Is something wrong?” The other said in a positive tone.

“I’m– I’m Fireball,” Fireball sounded nervous. “I need to go back to Blackrock soon, I’ll be in trouble if– if I’m late”

The other demon’s expression darkened. “Oh, Blackrock. Well, have fun I suppose. Hope to not see you again soon” They walked away quickly.

Fireball sighed. What was wrong with them? Fireball continued walking to the bus stop, trying to not think much of it.

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(22 years in the past, Blackrock spawn)
Fireball woke up. All he could see was bright green and he felt cold. He shook his head and saw that he was sitting next to some sort of fountain with lime green water. Another demon was standing next to him, he was tall, but young, with medium length hair, dark red horns like a ram, a red jacket, dragon wings like Fireball, and a tail that ended with three spikes.

“Hello!” He said loudly. “Do you need help?”

“Uhm, n– no” Fireball got up quickly and stared at the other.

“I’m Dragon’s Blaze Sword, but you can call me Pyroblade! And you are..?” Pyroblade looked down at what was in Fireball’s hand and laughed. “Your gear looks stupid”

Fireball realized he was holding something and held it up. It was… a red fidget spinner. Fireball shoved it into his hoodie pocket in embarrassment. “Just call me F– Fireball”

“Okay, F– Fireball” Pyroblade mocked Fireball and jokingly hit him on the arm. Pyroblade looked around before saying “I think we’re brothers”

(6 years later, Crossroads)

“Look out!!” Pyroblade yelled as he and Fireball ran through the crowd of demons on the sidewalk. Pyroblade was holding a stolen box of donuts from the Iron Cafe and Fireball was following close behind, only having an anxious expression on his face.

“This was a bad idea!” Fireball yelled as the shopkeeper chased them.

“Quick, make your wall to stop them!” Pyroblade ignored what Fireball had said.

Fireball pulled his stupid gear out of his pocket and started running backwards as he used the fidget spinner like a flint and steel to start a fire that formed into a wall, stopping the shopkeeper from chasing them. Fireball turned around to run forward again, only to see he was heading straight toward the railing around Crossroads, keeping people safe from the ocean underneath. Fireball yelled in panic as he rammed into it and tripped over the railing. He was holding on desperately and had dropped his gear into the furious waves below. “PYROBLADE!! HELP!” He screamed.

Pyroblade ran to the railing and dropped the stolen donut box on the ground beside them. He grabbed Fireball’s hand and pulled him up slowly. “I got you, don’t worry!” He said between pants as he struggled to pull Fireball up.

After a few seconds that felt like hours, Pyroblade pulled Fireball back up and they both fell backwards, Fireball landing on Pyroblade. They sighed in relief before looking up and seeing that the shopkeeper had caught up to them and glaring at the two of them.

“I’ll have you know that I already have called the police!” The shopkeeper said in a Karen-esque voice. “Your parents will be furious”

“We– we don’t have parents” Fireball said as he got up slowly. Pyroblade got up next to him and nodded.

(7 years later, Blackrock orphanage)

Pyroblade sat on the floor, angry. What did Fireball mean he wanted to go to school?! Make robots?? That’s stupid! They were never apart, and now they had to be apart every day! Pyroblade got up and paced around their shared room. He kept letting his mind spiral into how stupid it was that Fireball wanted to go do something else. What if something bad happened to his brother?

Fireball opened the door to the room and walked in. “He–”

“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!” Pyroblade yelled and shook his brother by the shoulders. “You’re normally back sooner!”

“Sorry, I joined an after– after school club! Isn’t that awe– awesome?” Fireball sounded excited and was tripping over his own words.

“Why would that be awesome?! We’ll be apart for longer! We’re supposed to be twins”

“We– we still are, we don’t have to al– always be together”

“What if something happens to you and I can’t protect you?”

“Nothing bad will ha– happen. Probably..”

“PROBABLY?!”

“Please, stop yelling. I– I have to do this so I can go to college. Then I could work at the Blackrock Laboratory”

Pyroblade thought for a few seconds before sighing and letting go of Fireball. “Fine. But be careful”

“I– I’m the most careful person” Fireball said with a nervous smile.

(5 years later, Random Blackrock apartment)

Fireball walked into his and his brother’s new home. Pyroblade was waiting in the living room, watching something on his phone. He looked up at Fireball. “You’re back already? What happened?” Pyroblade asked. Fireball was supposed to be at the laboratory for longer for the interview.

Fireball looked at the ground with a sad expression. “I’m only an assistant. I– I didn’t get the job”

“What are you talking about? You still might be promoted! And if you want, I could find the guy who’s above you and” Pyroblade’s hand caught fire and he smiled.

“No! You shouldn’t do that! It’s just some guy call– called Subspace, he’s already been there for a few years, along with someone I– I think was called Medkit”

“Alright, fine” Pyroblade rolled his eyes and let the fire die out.

Later that night, Pyroblade waited until Fireball was asleep and left the house to find this ‘Subspace’ fellow. He went to the Blackrock Laboratory and was allowed in since his brother worked there. Pyroblade found a demon who fit Subspace’s description, he was working on some sort of robot.

There was just one

little

problem…

Later, after Pyroblade returned home, the sun rose and Fireball soon woke up. They were both eating pancakes for breakfast when Pyroblade suddenly said “Fireball. Your coworker is hot”

“WHAT?!”

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Fireball stared through the glass of the pet store, looking at a small, calico cat with horns like his. The cat was lying on its side until it noticed Fireball and sat up to look at him.

“No” Pyroblade, who was waiting next to him, said in an annoyed tone. “I told you last time you rescued the other cat, we can’t take care of an animal”

Fireball looked up at Pyroblade with big, pleading eyes. “But look at– at her! She’s so cute” The cat looked up at Pyroblade and meowed.

Pyroblade sighed and a few minutes later, he was at the checkout of the pet store, holding a cat tower and two bags of cat supplies while Fireball held the cat. “When the cat dies, it’s not my fault” Pyroblade said bluntly.

“I’m going to name her Winslow” Fireball gently squeezed the cat and ignored what Pyroblade said.

They got home and Fireball put Winslow on the ground as Pyroblade fought with assembling the cat tower. “Did we really have to buy this?”

“Yes” Fireball played with Winslow’s little paws.

Pyroblade rolled his eyes and kept trying to build the cat tower.