Misfits

Your name is Dave Strider, and you are about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime.

This is a dangerous mission. You must disguise yourself, and attempt to blend in with your surroundings. Gain as much intel as possible, and return to headquarters to rest and prepare for the next mission.

Mission Codename: High School

You are already failing, because you have no idea what you are doing. This map is definitely not accurate. What is that little symbol? Is that a door? Where's the room numbers? Which way should you be holding it? Which entrance did you come in through?

In order to mask your anxiety and confusion, you lean nonchalantly against a wall, pretending to casually look at your phone while students pass by. In reality, you are attempting to decode this outdated map of the school's layout. You give up and slide your phone into your front pocket (because you are not stupid enough to put it in your back pocket) and take a random guess as to which hallway your locker is in.

Your guess is lucky, apparently, because you find your locker in this hallway with no trouble. Bonus: Your first period is in the same hallway. You're struggling to open your locker when you see a figure approach you out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head for a better look, and do an actual double take.

What the actual fuck.

He's just standing there, opening his locker a few down from you.

You don't realize how long you've been staring, because suddenly he's staring back. Who the hell is this kid? He's just. He's. Your Bro. Well, not exactly, but he looks pretty damn close. Same shades, same hair, same stoic expression. You feel like you should say something, but the words just won't come out.

Luckily, the bell rings and you abscond the fuck out of there, not even bothering to put your stuff into your locker. Fuck that. You don't know what tricks your eyes are playing on you, but that shit is not okay.

-

Okay, so he's in your first period.

Okay, so he sits next to you.

Okay, so he's talking to you right now. Yup. This is completely okay. You are not freaking the fuck out. Yup.

"Listen, kid, I don't know what your problem is, but staring is just impolite." Okay, so he doesn't have the accent. That's good. That's better.

"Do I know you?" God, you sound like such an idiot.

"Obviously not. But you better not be playing some kind of game, kid, because this shit just isn't funny." What the hell is he talking about?

"Okay, okay. Rewind. Who are you?"

"Dirk. Strider."

You are no longer functioning. Information overload. Dave Strider is shutting down.

"Strider?"

"That's what I said."

"Are you sure?"

"No, I'm not sure what my last name is. Are you okay, kid? You look pale."

"I'm. I'm Dave. Dave Strider."

"Dave... Strider?" 'Are you okay, kid? You look pale.'

"Yeah."

"Parents. What are your parent's names?" He looks so confused, and you probably look exactly the same. But what does it matter your parent's names?

"I live with my older brother."

"That fucker. That motherfucker." His expression has morphed from one of confusion to one you can't read.

He seems to be thinking, so you don't say anything.

"Dave. I'm your brother."

Your name is Dave Strider, and you have been lied to.