The Pickle Whisperer

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By Eyeon

This all happened a couple years ago, back when I was in my “gaming all the time phase”. My brother, who was 11 at the time, and I used to stay up most weekends playing Call of Duty: Black Ops 1 together. But on the rare occasions that we weren’t playing together, he would play with a man who went by the name Pickle Wisperer.

I never had a problem with him making online friends, even though I did watch out for him like the big brother I was.

I probably should have been more cautious of this guy though and I regret it to this day.

The first time I heard of this guy was when we were in the middle of a match. “Pickle Wisperer” has invited you to a party popped up on the screen. I was confused, seeing as he wasn’t my friend. But my brother quickly said not to worry about it before checking his phone. It was a little weird, but then again, so was he. I let it slide and then got a little upset with him for checking his phone and allowing the opposing team to get a few kills on him.

He didn’t seem to care, which was off for him.

He usually took the game more seriously than I did. This was the second red flag, but I chose to ignore it again. The rest of the night he was pretty unresponsive to anything going on.

The second time his name was brought up was when I came home late from school and walked in the house to my parents talking to eachother about Pickle Wisperer and my brother.

I asked what was going on and they told me I needed to leave the room. I went to check on my brother, to see if he could give me the answer I was looking for.

I checked his room and he was in there, it looked like he had been crying. That’s when my big brother mode kicked in, and I sat next to him and urged him to tell me what was going on. He wouldn’t budge.

I asked him if he wanted me to stay in there with him only to get lashed at by him. “No! I don’t need you, and I don’t want you here”. Wow, okay. that hurt, but I did as he said. I went to my room to finish up some Trig homework that was due in school the next day. I came out for an awkward dinner and then went to bed.

I never heard anything more of “PickleWhisperer”.

Until about 3 months ago, anyway. It turns out my brother had added him as a friend on Facebook after meeting him in Call of duty. The man had been sending him very sexual and inappropriate messages. And the night where my brother went quiet, the man had sent him several pictures of his genitalia next to printed off pictures of my brother from his Facebook profile.

He followed up to the images with a message reading “I know this is what you wanted, I’ve known it all along. You can’t hide your lust for me, i hear it in your voice” My parents searched his phone and found the messages and pictures and thought my brother had asked for them, based on the message he followed up with.

This is what caused my brother to cry and yell at me.

They did block the guy, and reported him to authorities from what I know. They don’t openly talk about the situation with me, so I don’t know what’s happened to the guy. One thing is for sure though, I hope he rots in jail.

My brother no longer plays with me, and I can’t help but blame myself for not noticing those God damn red flags when they happened.

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So this broke my heart. It’s just my little brother and I, although I’m the big sister instead of big brother. I’m very protective over him, no matter how old we get and trust me – we’re not kids anymore and haven’t been for a long time. Regardless, to know the love you have for him and the unquestionable protection, to have it all taken away – breaks my heart. I’m sorry. One day, when you feel it’s right, maybe you should bring this up to him. I would.