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Time for some Short Back-Stories!

The BBB Origin

    Soon after letting Jenny ruin his reputation at school, Brian's life was undoubtedly quite lonely. He didn't have too much of any issue with this- after all, he lived just about on the edge of the school's attendance acceptance territory. The only person from his school he ever saw were the occasional visitor to the local supermarket, and Jenny (who he was halfway certain only came to that part of town due to his own presence). With Jenny, his brother, his mother, Emily, and a couple of Emily's friends visiting occasionally- he really didn't want for companionship much. Especially after he was forced to stop gaming after this computer was stolen, Emily was essentially his best friend alongside questionable elder sister. Normally, this'd be embarrassing for a young man his age, but he figured that at least everyone he kept close was more trustworthy than any of the sheep at the school.

    The only thing he really had to complain about, aside from the costly resources for his personal projects, was the law enforcement in the local area. They were absolutely useless. Their neighbor had gotten robbed once when he was younger. It the neighbor was able to come over to their own home, panicking, and explained everything and regained their wits before they'd even heard the sirens.

    To say nothing of when their own home was robbed (admittedly, if their mother had been home at the time, the whole incident would have been handled... differently).

    While there was a bit of ruckus now and again, the area wasn't really all that bad to live in. There weren't any real gangs, outside of rowdy high schoolers passing through. Until he found himself cornered in a well travelled alley on his way back from the market. A bunch of almost stereotypical hooligans crowded around him, jeering at him about some territorial nonsense. Apparently they were a branch of some big clan of generally rogue characters- all of this summed up from halfway listening to their introductory drivel. Apparently, they were set up to 'make a mark' in the area in order to be properly inducted into the... Whatever the name of the gang was.

    If it weren't obvious, he wasn't paying too much attention to them.

    Throughout their spiel, an impressive (and somewhat distressing) two and a half minutes, Brian slowly put down the bags of groceries- and seemed to fiddle with his sleeves for a few seconds. Honestly, Uncle Akande was way the hell more intimidating than these guys- and he wasn't even intent on hurting Brian.

    Within ten minutes, the entire group of societal detritus was on the ground groaning in pain as their target lowered his minority scuffed sleeves back over his arms. Within twenty minutes the idiots apparently saw some grand light from the skirmish, since they started giving him a ridiculous salute and calling him 'Boss.' He wasn't entirely certain what the hell went wrong with the synapses in their heads when he tazed some of them, but within thirty minutes he was head of a new gang.

    He was... hesitant to even pretend to take on such a role, obviously. But if his (somewhat eccentric) family somehow managed to teach him how to handle leading a questionable organization, then damn if he didn't find a solution to the horrid law enforcement. The guys didn't seem to mind suddenly turning into a force of "good" for the surrounding area, going so far as to apprehend shady characters trying to force their way into "his" neighborhood.

    If only they didn't call themselves "Brother Brian's Brigade." Damn, but that was embarrassing. He couldn't even look in someone's general direction if they asked what the "BBB" graffiti meant. It was flattering, but nobody could blame him for ignoring it as best he could until something popped up.

The "Secret Admirer" Incident

    Emily was (is) without a doubt a beautiful woman. A fact just about anyone who knew her was willing to admit. No matter how much fake venom Brian threw on the words. It wasn't a secret- she was attractive inside and out from the first impression onwards. Fortunately, that means that everyone who knew her- from her lover to her brother in all but blood- felt blessed to know her... It also meant that just about anyone else that had met her was open to the same feelings.

    Unfortunately, she drew the attention of [REDACTED]. He was a man who had never had much luck in the way of women- or any women at all, for that matter. He'd never really had any inclination of how a relationship is supposed to develop due to [REDACTED] information being neglected during his formative years, along with a mild case of inability to empathize with others. He was not stupid, by any means- at least academically. He was manager of a rather large pharmaceutical department in the nearby supermarket. Hence first meeting the redhead when she went to get some cold medicine for Lena (which was a very odd thing to witness, what with her chrono-whackiness).

    And so, his unhealthy (an understatement considering how the whole situation turns around) obsession began with a bottle of cough syrup.

    With his position of accepting doctor's recommendations and somewhat questionable access to customer information, he began to keep tabs on her. Learning her name was easy. Age was almost as quick. He figured out that she didn't really follow any regular prescriptions for the last couple years (after she'd gotten over a lung infection from a trip to mainland Europe). Her address took a little bit of time, but nothing too difficult. With that, he started to keep tabs on her when he was off work- go so far as to follow her from her home until he started to slowly learn her schedule. He figured out she had a significant other, but to his chagrin- although he had no idea who it was, considering their schedule apparently kept them away from home quite often. He started to leave little messages to her in places he knew she'd be passing or on her door. He knew he was starting to get through to her, because she'd started to notice the notes a lot faster as time went on. He'd even managed to get a small lock of her beautiful hair when he sat behind her on the bus!

    He started to feel possessive urges as he continued to ponder away at her vivid hair and angelic smile (Brian would heavily disagree with that little notion, but hey. "Love," right?). He started to think of ways to draw her to him. He wanted the earthbound angel (elsewhere, Mercy feels the urge to shudder mid-surgery. She repels the urge) to focus only on him. To be the only man in her life- even that little kid she was obviously forced to babysit for far too long. He wanted her to be his, and his alone... So he put his medically trained mind to it. Really, chemicals can fix just about anything when it comes to humans!

    While he thought he was being sneaky- to be honest, he kind of was for the most part- he didn't notice one little fact: That 'little kid' spotted him the second time he'd gone out to follow his beloved. He cottoned on to what was going by the fourth outing. He almost immediately noted Emily starting to get sort of twitchy after a week. A note of caution was raised after the fifth time he saw the creeper. And then, after a month of his favorite redhead slowly getting more paranoid (and emotional, he'd nearly freaked out himself when he found her pacing her apartment in near-tears). He'd just about had it when he walked in on Emily nearly shaking as she denied anything being wrong to her girlfriend on the phone while staring at the window.

    And then he just happened to get on the bus one day, and found the b*stard nipping a small lock of her hair off on a moving bus with a clearly sharpened knife. He held his tongue, making a note of the entirety of his appearance, and let it be for that day. But only that day.

    The next day- or specifically, the next time he found the man stealthily creeping after the young woman, he moved to be near, but just out of sight of the man. And then pulled out his phone and started to pretend to talk with a 'friend' on the other side-

    "Yeah, man. I told you before, I've seen her butt-naked!" Not a lie. Granted, it was nearly a decade ago, and she promptly put on a towel so she could help him bathe since he had a sprained wrist... "Em is a babe, man! She even has this freckle right under her-" In hindsight, its sort of embarrassing that he remembered that little detail. Oh well, it did the job.

    The creeper had almost frozen solid when he'd started talking. He nearly whipped around when Brian said her nickname. By the time he'd started rambling to himself about Emily's cup size (he held back the groan as there was no way that image would leave his mind for the rest of the day. She'd probably grown since then, too...) he was already halfway down a rather dirty and unused alley. Stalker in toe, shaking in possessive rage.

    Turning on his heel, he stared the man dead in the eye- pretend call forever ended (and hopefully he'd never have to describe Emily's body again). The man was slightly put off by the abrupt action, but his rage overpowered his mind.

    Followed promptly by pain as the 'little boy' tore into him like a blue, raging lion. Three trashcans were irreparably dented, and several bricks were chipped (to say nothing of the teeth that achieved this damage). He could have simply used his Prototype Doomfist, but he wanted to let go of some of the stress of fretting over Emily the last month. It worked for the most part. At least until the man's bag opened up and spilled the contents.

    The moment he spotted the rag, bottle of chloroform, a familiar knife, and several other items of questionable use (it turned out later to be another bottle of knock-out drugs, some laxatives, and an off-brand pack of Tic-Tacs), his breathing stopped. For about five seconds.

    Then he finished breaking the man's jaw with a stomp, finally getting some blood on his shoes. He didn't care. He just picked his phone back out of his pocket, and dialed up the first number after Jenny's. It didn't even take a ring, before the video-call popped up with a large man of distinct facial tattoos. He seemed to be in a... Flower shop?

    "Hey, Gerard."

    "Boss! What can your Brigade do for you today?" Well, he was always eager- Brian had to admit that. But Brian had to be the Boss right now.

    "Tell me, Gerard. Who is this?" Brian flipped so the camera was facing the beaten and groaning man on the floor, the blood from his mouth slowly feed the small pool beneath his head. Gerard didn't say anything of ra few moments, before slowly responding.

    "I'm... Not fully aware, he looks kind of familiar. Do you need help?" Brian could only let out a small hum. The Brigade, at this point, was almost fully integrated with the neighborhood and most of the surrounding area. They'd made a name for themselves as a 'good' gang. They tended to offer help whenever they were in the area, and deal with any ruckus before anything bad happened. Gerard himself was probably helping Old Lady Finner arrange her flower shop at the moment. That said, if Gerard didn't recognize him, he was from out of the area.

    "... This guy has been following Em for the past month." Brian's mouth twitched as he literally heard Gerard stumble in shock. Christ- what a dramatic guy. "Saw the him take a bit of her hair- almost perfect stereotype for a stalker." Gerard started to sputter, as if he couldn't believe such a thing would happen. Staying in his role, he turned the camera back to his own unamused face. "Gerard?"

    After a short bit of a formless tongue, he could only utter a hurried "Yes Boss?!"

    "What the hell is this bastard doing in my streets??"

    Gerard took all of thirty seconds of apologizing for their 'slacking' and 'letting scum get so close to Miss Emily' before asking for any last-minute orders before he started calling the rest of the Brigade.

    "When you call the others, bring around the Old 'Welcome-Wagon,' can you? He clearly needs to learn the rules of our streets." Brian felt a somewhat uncharacteristic surge of satisfaction at the fear in the man's eyes as Gerard let out an almost shocked acknowledgement.
    
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