Day Two of this… whatever you want to call it, this testament, this record. Things are worse than I thought.
Its not just here, its spreading. I think they’ve started showing it at parties now. A few people have
talked about seeing a weird video at their party. They’re picking victims in small numbers for now, most of
the parties have a 9 to 1 ratio of bros to normal kids. I wish there was more I could do, I wish I could’ve
told those guys what’s going to happen to them. But its already too late I guess. Pretty soon they’ll be
bros too and stalking around for more initiates to take to the next party to show the video to more people.
I’ve already caught some of them flexing randomly and talking in bro. How long before it reaches my circle,
before everyone is just a stupid bro?
I saw my friend Mark this morning, we talked a little in the halls before class. I didn’t tell him about any
of this, about what I’ve seen or my private fears. When he said good bye, he called me broski, does that mean
he’s seen it? Is he already becoming one of them? I better avoid him just to be safe, I think he did look a
bit more built than before but I can’t be sure. I have to be careful, I’m glad I have you guys to talk to. I
don’t know what I’d do without you all.
After class I drove to one of the local stores. Yeah I’m one of those people, hate Walmart, rather pay more
to support local business and the owner is an old friend. Mrs. Meyers. Nice woman really, I’ve known her
almost all my life and watched her son grow up; Evan, guys gotta be around 14 by now. He was always pretty
quiet and reserved but he’s helped her around the store the last few years since she’s starting to get up
there and her husband left a long time ago. When I got there I didn’t see her, she was almost always reading
a book at the front, she doesn’t get much business. I didn’t think much of it and browsed the shelves,
gathering supplies and rations to make it through the weekend. I didn’t see Evan around either. He was
easily missed, small, mousey, with brown hair like mine. Again, I passed it off. I went to the check out and
placed my items without looking up. I saw a very large, unfamiliar hand grab my purchases amd begin ringing
them up. The fingers were stretched and big and the owner could probably easily palm a basketball. I
followed it up to a long, but exceptionally thick arm covered in brown fuzz. The muscles were toned, tan and
bulging out without effort. It was connected to broad shoulders and massive, bulging pecs straining at a
bright pink polo shirt with white stripes and all the buttons popped. Craning my head up because the man was
easily several inches taller than me I noticed a familiar face and froze. It was Evan. His hair was bleached
blond, wavy and shorter now and he looked almost 20 instead of 14 but there was no mistaking his face. It was
much more tan and masculine looking with a sharper jaw but still had just enough of the old mousy features to
recognize him. I gawked a bit more and asked if it was him. He took off his white sunglasses and stared at
me strangely for a second then his dull, empty eyes lit up a little as he recognized me. It coldn‘t have been
more than a few weeks since I‘ve been here yet I saw the strain as he tried to remember. “Aye bro, long time,
course its me!” He replied. It didn’t sound anything like Evan’s usual soft, high pitched voice. It was
deep, relaxed and confident. It sounded very familiar. No way, not him too. He was wearing a silver chain
around his neck and the characteristic short bro shorts, exposing his hairy legs which were developed but no
where near as much as the rest of him. He was only wearing sandals, exposing his large feet. How does a kid
going from being 14, to having 14 as a shoe size so quickly? He fiddled with a preppy bracelet on his wrist
that matched one on his ankle as he scanned my items and talked idly about what he’s been up. I was dimly
aware that I was checked out, I thanked “Evan” and drifted around the front of the store.
A female customer was checking out and flirting with Evan now. She was around my age but not familiar. Thick
brown hair flowing down to her butt, shorts to show off her legs and a tight pink Hollister shirt. She was
pale, not like ew emo pale but in a cute way, with big brown eyes and a nice hourglass figure all around 5 and
a half feet. Evan took notice and went right to work like a pro. He brushed back his hair and subtly grabbed
the front of his pants and started going on about how he got white boy wasted as his cousin’s party on campus
and bragging about how much he held down. She wasn’t really even paying attention to what he was saying, just
staring at his bit of exposed chest and trying not to drool. She slipped him her number and left, staring
back every 5 seconds with an awkward smile and giggle. He responded by flashing his 6 pack and brown treasure
trail at her. She seemed even more ditzy and peppy then she did coming in, it’s a wonder she made it out
without tripping. I watched him give a big grin and stuff the number in his pocket whispering to himself
something about getting his first “bro hoe.” He arched his back, spreading himself out as much as he could
and relaxed. I knew the innocent boy sometimes seen sweeping the floor or following his mom around was as
good as gone.
I saw Mrs. Meyers come out of the bathroom. She waved and ran over. We exchanged our usual words and gossip,
checking up on each other. I tried to subtlety steer the conversation towards Evan, who was currently winking
at his reflection in a small mirror. She mentioned how he had started hanging out with his cousin who
attended my school and then hit “puberty” she admitted he grew a little faster than she expected but she was
so proud of how his working out in the gym was paying off and how much time he was spending with his cousin
lately. She also mentioned he’d been nagging her for a truck so he can go out and ‘pick up chicks’ even
though as a boy he always wanted a sports car. She went on about how she wished his grades would improve,
apparently they’ve been steadily dropping. Again, she just thought it was normal puberty stuff. What’s going
on here, does she really not notice what’s happened to her son? But it was now in the high school students
too it seems. I said my goodbyes and got out of there quickly.
So now I’m here, in this room, typing this. I can’t help but think about the old Evan, and shake with anger
at the guy who checked me out today. So his cousin had inducted him, why didn’t I see this coming? Everybody
with friends or family in this school is a potential bro too, and then there friends and family. As much as
this scared me I was even more concerned about Evan’s last words, what did he mean by bro hoe? Did he do
something to her? She did seem strange after Evan flirted with her. Brain dead almost, and she looked ready
to jump him at the register, before that she was all business and perfectly poised. And there’s still the
matter of Mark, a potential bro. I should probably avoid my friends for awhile, you never know anymore. It’s
not like I can ask them if they’ve seen it. I have to keep a low profile. Thanks for reading, signing off
for the night.
- Tom.