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Chapter 1 - Act I. Drunk again

Dark... dark... darkness... emptiness... seeing himself. Drunk. Sad. Full of loneliness... wearing his purple and orange striped shirt and braces, brandishing a matching wide fedora, his black bowtie to fancy things up and a yellow jacket in case it gets cold.

After getting drunk in his room, he gets up and runs out of his room tracing down the red wooden stairs fast as if his life depends on it. crying, he slowed down nearing the end of the stairs and approached the rusty metal door blocking the way. He opens it slowly, catching a glimpse of his young brother... crying next to him...

"WAAAAAAAH!!! I'M SO DONE FOR! NO ONE LOVES ME! I'M SO DARN LONELY! WHY?"

The brown and yellow suited figure, stares at him through their sunglasses, the top of their head is covered using a broken deep brown top hat as he looked like he is already used to this situation.

"Fuck's sake Jack... not this again. This is the third girl this week... are you serious? Also.... stop fuckin' drinking! It's no good for ye health."

Grabbing his little brother's sleeve he kept on crying, Begging for a chance to forgive himself, murmuring to his brother through his sobs.

"Please Zick... I'm only but a young robot looking for a mate... It's god damn natural you know. I'm just... a bit drunk but don't worry I'm fine... I only feel a bit dizzy right now... and- "

The stream of mumbled words comes to a stop, a loud thud suddenly hits Zick's ears watching as his brother falls to the ground unconscious.

Jack wakes up instantly an hour or two later seeming unfazed and talks as if the conversation never stopped not realizing what's going on.

"I'm totally fine, I just need the ri..." He paused briefly. "uhhhhh... We aren't home are we? Is this the hospital again? I'm starting to recognize this furniture... this is bad!" Jack's panicing state only grew rapidly.

Jack realized that he'd faded out, he pieced together quickly that he's in the hospital again. He kept sobbing a bit thinking about how he got in to that familiar room, as if a storm hit him, his face suddenly shifts to a frightened look.

"OH MOTHER NO! How am I gonna pay!? Please don't let it be too expensive this time... I should stop darn getting myself into here"

After three long minutes the doctor and Zick enter the tidy and clean patient room that Zick's older brother's occupied.

The doctor walked towards the older brother, handed him a set of papers and then walked out. Jack quickly shuffled through them not caring much about the contents but looking for the one including the bill. He had already known what was going to be written in there as he was already in such a situation before.

The brothers inspected the notes trying to locate the bill, as they found it their jaws dropped to the floor in shock and started to freak out.

"WHAAAAAAAAT?!!!! THREE. DARN. THOUSAND PRONS?!! I JUST DRANK A BIT! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!!"

Zick looks with a worried face as his brother holds the bill they received from the hospital. Knowing with certainty this won't end well.

The room starts shaking a bit. Zick's brother's face shaking, filled with rage. Piping hot steam come out of his head in anger.

Zick grabs hold of his brother's arm. Consequently shaking him as well.

"JACK! SHUT UP! You got to stop YER goddamn alcohol addiction or else we're gonna LOSE EVERYTHING! THE HOUSE AND ALL OF OUR MONEY! and it will all be YER goddamn fault!"

Zick shouted in rage.

"Huuuhh... listen... Zick you know you're the best darn brother I ever had in my life and-."

Jack gets cut off by Zick.

"I'm yer only brother Jack..."

Jack tried to think of something on the spot.

"ANYWAY. I decided to stop stealing and emptying them darn rich Booz bottles from our bar... There has been an overflow of customers lately but I done screwed it up somehow"

"Damnit Jack. Stop spewing dumb shit out of yer mouth. Let's go back home..."

They were stressed and tired. They pay the hospital the money and start walking casually back to their home.