Brandon is still on his bed, he's done his prayers for the day(Unfaithfully), sure the rain's done, but he already wrote out that whole script for a horror movie!
He's out of ideas on what to do.
It's got him rambling about what's happened, just as he's talking about these weird "anons" who seem to know him, his dad interjects from another room.
His Texan accent shines a bit through.
"Yeah? Why,da-I mean- Sammy?"
"That's Tumblr jargon. Ya been talking to Tumblr users."
"I'm not gonna do anything, kid. It's just an observation."
A moment of quite stabs through their conversation.
"...Say, you wanna go drako fishin' with me? Just go put on your raincoat if you do."
"Go Get that coat, I'll get the ladder from the shed."
He fumbles through his closet as Sammy gets the ladder from..There.
He finds his rain coat and puts it on, he has to wiggle a bit to fit it over his wings but it's on (partially due to the fact it's over sized but you know).
"Ladder get! Come on out, we got Drakos' to fish!"
He commands through the door, seemingly from outside.
Brandon also puts on some rain boots to make sure nothing gets in his circuits.
He hears the distant clatter of StamperSammy setting up the ladder.
"Come on, kid. We're burning daylight!"
He sheepishly follows his father guardian out to the yard of their house.
It's a muddy garden with dark green grass and short yet bright flowers populate it, scattered but there, much like the Friend's love in this dire place.
His boots plop through the dark brown mixture, but it manages to put a smile on his face somehow, must be due to the fact he never really had an actual childhood..
The words spill out of his mouth to simply appease Sammy, fearing what would happen if he said he wasn't.
"...Well alright then, come on up."
He climbs the ladder, every step shaking the poor wooden contraption slightly.
The Stamper looks down at Brandon from the top of their house(the fact it used to be a church is not helping).
He leans down and reaches a hand out to the child.
"You need help getting up?"
Every word out of the boys mouth simply to sound as if all is in order, in fear of what might happen if he wasn't..He still thinks he deserved all of it.
The wood creaks in agony as he climbs, the heft of his new body really sinking in, much like the ladder's legs in the mud.
He manages the reach the top with a measly whimper, his hands cracking the tile of the roof.
His hands shake as he pulls himself up on top of the house. The view is very pretty from up here. All of the colorful homes of StamperTown clashing and mixing together into a rainbow.
"Alright so; I'm going to be fishing up drakos with this here grapplin' 'ook and then bashin' their skulls in with this hammer."
He raises a blue and gold hammer alongside the other contraption he mentioned.
"I think you said you were fine with blood?"
Sammy sets the hammer down while squinting at Brandon.
"I think you need one of these."
He pulls out his stamp tool and slams it down onto the roof, manifesting a wall of glass out of thin air.
"Don't want blood gettin in your circuits, it was hard to clean up the first time, I don't want to do it again."
He looks back at Brandon one last time.
"You're sure you want to see this? You can leave whenever you want."
Just to appeal to power once more.
Stamper Sammy turns back to the task at hand, he points the grappling hook with one hand and fires at the horizon. When it disappears across it, a reptilian shriek is heard.
The hook reels back, skirting as the "builder" puts his whole back into it, a blocky red dinosaur flying at him as he raises the hammer.
He slams the hammer into the screeching thing's head, splattering it's heads contents out onto the roof.
"And that's one. We only need three, no need to empty the local population."
Brandon stares at the corpse with horror and a tinge of wonder. The Vast is a strange thing and learning about it is always fun but..to him it could very well be HIM on the floor.
"I do feel...Weird and woozy..Eh, I'll deal with it later."
The hammer glowed has he spoke.
He spotted another lizard on the plains, on the edge of the neighboring (and surrounding) forest.
"Allllright, just three more and we're done here!"
He said to only grab three, not four! Is he ok? Brandon ponders.
The lizard flew in like the last and went out like the last, with it's head turned into a fine red pulp.
As Sammy swung the hammer, both it and his eyes glowed a bright blue, like that right off a computer screen.
"..kid..Could you do me a solid and throw this thing to the winds?"
Brandon is still a bit skidish so the wrong words come out and:
"Alright, dad-BUT I MEAN YOURENOTMYDADANDIMWRONGANDASIN-"
Sammy shimmied around the barrier he made, putting his hand on Brandon's shoulder.
"Listen, son. I couldn't have IMAGINED better than you, yet you came in and taught me so many things I never thought of. Hell, you even managed to fend off that murderer. So: give me your best and throw this thing so far, no one will ever see it again!"
His Texan accent faded completely, right, Brandon forgot it was just an act.
He handed the glowing instrument to Brandon.
Brandon's eyes lit up, he thought of something amazing.
He put on the best Chicago accent he has:
"Hey you big scary spire thing! Eclipse this!"
He flew up into the air, spinning the hammer in his grasp before tossing it as hard as he could at a far off oak.
The hammer glowed as it slammed through trees as its flight reached its end when it collided with a large blocky lizard.
as soon as it hit the blasted thing, it exploded, seemingly killing the Vast's resident instantly.
Sammy raised Brandon into the air, his legs struggling to hold the boy up.
"Can we stay on the roof for a bit?"
"Let me clean it up and take in the drakos."
