Hey, Bro
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Hey, Bro
— MFHHH! – The nerd struggled, trying to scream in vain as an athlete tugged at him, pulling him toward the fraternity's threshold. No matter how hard he tried to hold on to avoid being pulled back, the other was much stronger, his enormous biceps pressed firmly against his thin torso. Tears streamed down the guy's face in despair. It couldn't end like this. He needed to escape, he needed to tell someone, warn them, anything. But the way things were going… he was sure to end up exactly like the person who had led him to investigate this place in the first place.
Wallace was a nerd like any other, studying applied mathematics. He wasn't very popular, unlike other muscular athletes who were surrounded by friends and girls who wanted to be with them; but that didn't matter to him. He had David, his best friend.
They were both "weird" together, with geeky tastes, almost always talking about anime and other things related to video games and superheroes. They were inseparable.
Until one day, David disappeared. His room was very close to one of the fraternity mansions on campus, Delta Phi Alpha. They were known as the "Delphis", all of them with the appearance of almost marble statues, perfect muscles, bulging biceps, charismatic smiles, and that air of superiority with every step they took, but also with the intelligence of a rock.
The last location he had of his friend was literally in front of the fraternity.
Days and weeks continued to pass until he noticed a new guy in the lineup of athletes and other stereotypical fraternity brothers. He was… gigantic, almost two meters tall, with broad shoulders, a sharp jaw, enormous pecs, and perfect hair, although he wasn't… Very intelligent, to say the least. He was always making stupid jokes, laughing at his own smell or even making the dumbest fart jokes imaginable.
But there was a certain… Familiarity about that guy that kept Wallace awake at night, as if behind that enormous layer of muscle, there was someone he knew, his eyes… How his smile sometimes twisted.
All those doubts and questions led him to decide one night to sneak into the fraternity house. It would surely be empty because of a party on campus; it was clear the athletes wouldn't miss a second of making out left and right, drinking, or even showing off their muscles.
Wallace thought he would have to force the lock, but to his surprise, the door was open. A single push and it slowly opened, welcoming him into the dark, silent house. He swallowed at the unsettling idea that a place that was surely full of noise, smelly athletes, and music was so… empty and gloomy.
He turned on his phone's flashlight and slowly made his way through the rooms. It wasn't particularly strange, really. There was a kitchen, a large dining room, and a living room. It had frames with pictures of past generations of Delta Phi Alpha brothers. Everything was neatly arranged, though with a faint smell of socks. Wallace was about to turn around when something caught his eye out of the corner of his eye.
On the living room coffee table, there was a book. It was thick; it looked like a yearbook. The nerd raised an eyebrow, approaching to kneel and begin flipping through it. It was mostly clippings, photographs from fraternity events and parties, some scribbled notes; it looked like any other book. But as he turned the pages, he came to a strange section: New Brothers, Class of 2026. He flipped the page, not paying much attention. There were photos of its members, all sweaty guys with those mindless smiles, more muscle than brains, wearing tight athletic wear. They all belonged to some sports team; some were even in other kinds of clubs and workshops. But he began to notice a pattern.
All the photos of the members had other photos next to them, photos of… other people. Nerds, chubby guys, some average-looking guys – they all fit the description of “unattractive people” or people who couldn't compare to the demigods who occupied that house.
There were only the photographs, like a before and after, notes with their names and… new careers? His heart pounded as he flipped through the pages. Some people were strangers, but others were guys he'd never seen again. One was from his book club, another used to play Dungeons & Dragons with him in his free time, another one he thought had returned home after his university exchange program.
And suddenly, David's photo appeared, next to the same new guy. Wallace's gaze focused on both portraits. They were different, yet there were features that betrayed the traces of transformation: the eyes, the shape of the lips, the skin tone. The nerd felt a wave of nausea wash over him.
He had to warn someone, he had to stop whatever it was. He activated his phone's camera, snapping photo after photo, all the evidence he needed to expose what was happening in that sick fraternity.
He closed the book again to avoid leaving a trace, silently approaching the entrance to run, but a feeling along his spine told him he wasn't entirely alone.
— You're leaving without saying hello? – It was a deep, resonant voice. Heavy footsteps rumbled across the wooden floorboards until a silhouette emerged in the light from the streetlamps outside. It was David.
— I... I-I – Wallace stammered, clutching his phone, his feet trembling. He was completely paralyzed, frozen in place – D-David, I want to help you.
— David? Nah, that's a loser name. I'm called Bryce now, bro. Help me? Don't talk nonsense! – He let out a silly laugh, moving closer to him – I'm fantastic now. I'm not a loser anymore. I've got muscles, and this smell, phew, it's the best. Why would I want to go back to how I was before? – Wallace and he stared at each other, the silence burning like ice – Actually… I think I'll help you, bro. How could I forget my best friend?
