Attribute System: An MCU Self-Insert Chapter 1 : Drunken Introduction

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Also, I don’t think drinking alcohol is great for the body. But hey, sometimes, mental pain can be more agonizing and in fact, more damaging than physical damage so who am I to judge people and their circumstances?

Earth - 6969

Central Park, NYC [1:00 AM, 1st Jan, 2004]

–Tyler Brooks–

“Woohoo!” He shouted, with all his might, as he and his best buddy, Neil, chugged down beer after beer, in the middle of Central Park. 

“Woo!” Neil shouted after he finished wiping his mouth. Throwing the beer can into the nearby trash can, both of them collapsed on the ground, just giggling and laughing all the time.

“Man, I am so glad my parents told me not to come home for Christman,” Neil said, as tears streamed down his face, despite his giggles and laughs. 

His laughter subsided as he took in the bitterness in Neil’s voice when he said that. Sighing, he quickly leaned over and patted the man on the shoulder, because that’s all he knew to do when someone was grieving. Well, that and..

“Don’t worry, Man. It will get better someday, I promise.” He said after taking yet another swig from a new beer can. Opening one up, he handed it to Neil, who looked at him and then smiled as he took it and began chugging the bear.

He smiled and began drinking as well. He sighed and looked up at the sky, seeing the semi clear sky and feeling the cold air on his skin made him feel fine. That things were going to be okay. That–

“ BURP How though?”

He looked at Neil, who was looking straight at the beer can. “Huh?”

“How, though? How will things be fine? How do you know?” Neil asked him, his words a bit slurred.

“Hmm,” he took on a thinking pose and pretended to look into the sky before looking back down at Neil, “I don’t know!”

Both of them collapsed, laughing hysterically after that. Though, he was pretty sure that both Neil and he had tears running down their faces. 

And why wouldn’t they be crying? It was New Year's, and they were all alone, sitting in their crappy dorm, waiting for the day to be over so they could get back to their boring old life. All around them, people were partying, enjoying the day, and they? Both of them couldn’t even get a single invite to the literal endless parties happening in the city.

Neil’s parents all but disowned him when he defied them and came to NYU, away from the suffocating grip of his parents, according to Neil and he?

Well, he didn’t know his parents at all. Grew up in the foster care system. Had good hosts, and never had any issues, aside from a little poverty but that was to be expected. He never really had any issues in life, at least compared to the people who had real tragedies in their lives but on the other hand, he also didn’t make any meaningful relationships all his life.

In the beginning, he was hopeful that he could do as the CPS lady said and study really hard, work really hard, make good friends, and then his life would be much much better. But then reality struck him, he was tossed around multiple times at various ages, making friends really hard.

Which was fine, since that meant he had more time to focus on his work, and his schooling. And that helped, in a way, since he did get a full scholarship to NYU. He was an IT major, with enough grit and know how to most definitely land a job after he was done with University. He was also, well, he used to bartend at a place with decent enough pay, just enough for discretionary income, that he used to frequent late into the night, what with being an insomniac and having no friends.

Taking yet another sip of the cold beer, he chuckled bitterly, as that was gone as well. He just didn’t have it in him to see people enjoying, partying while he worked. So, just for one night, he wanted to feel included, to be cool enough that he would get invited to any party, even a single one.

Well, that plan didn’t go so well, and he did have some little self respect, even now, so he couldn’t just beg people to let him come.

So, that was what he did. Emptied a significant portion of his savings, bought a shit ton of six-packs, and then approached the only person he knew who was just as sad as him, Neil, his dorm mate, and together, they hatched this mad plan to sneak into the middle of Central Park, in the middle of the night and waste the night away, in the company of cheap and mild alcohol.

“Come on, Let’s go. Any more laughing and we might get the cops called on us.” Neil, in a rare moment of sobriety, pulled him up.

“Yeah right. Like they have time today to respond,” he scoffed as they both began walking drunkenly, to hopefully get a cab back to their dorms.

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This is the story of Tyler Brooks, the wielder of the Attribute System (kind of)