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The painfully bright street lights shone above, practically blinding the front seats of the car. Three normal brothers, driving home from an agonizingly long day of mundane classes.
One, the driver who is also the oldest, complaining about another driver going too slow. The other in the passenger being the middle, on his phone, playing a random simulation game. And the last and youngest brother in the back, staring outside the window, completely silent and most likely asleep.
…Until the oldest suddenly had to slam on the brakes, causing the youngest to jerk awake. “What the hell bro?! Don’t make me-” The oldest yelled to no one in particular with a barely noticeable accent until he was interrupted. “Calm down, you woke him up.” The middle said with a more recognizable accent than the older, he put his phone down with his brows furrowed, glancing towards the back seat to see his half awake younger brother to make sure he was okay. “My bad, my bad.”
He apologized and continued to drive while he slipped his left arm to reach for his brother in the back as another apology. He felt him take and lightly squeeze his hand, telling him that he accepted it in his own groggy way.
The oldest pulled away and maneuvered his way into a different lane, the middle continued to play on his phone while occasionally glancing up at the road to make sure that they didn’t crash, and the youngest fidgeted with his hands until they arrived on the road they needed to be.
That was when the mood entirely changed.
The three of them tensed all at the same time, the oldest driving slower than he needed to, the middle turning off his phone and focusing fully on where they were going, and the youngest having his eyes locked on the gates of their destination ahead.
Crucible Estate, it read in big dark letters that were embedded on the rock wall. The gates opened when they got closer, the guard at the front knowing exactly who these three brothers were. The man didn’t bother to even stop them as they strolled inside.
The extraordinary gardens of the multi-billion dollar home became the norm to the brothers, but unreal to the average person. Fountains in every corner, bushes that were cut into shapes that were commissioned personally by the ‘heir’ that was unfortunately-their dipshit father.
They were sick of this life. With everything being way too over the top, them being treated like gods on a daily basis, it was inhumane to the point where it made them sick. The oldest took his time strolling into the parking spot that was designated for the specific car, the two other brothers were encouraging him to take his time after all.
When he eventually and unfortunately parked and shut the car off, they all sighed simultaneously. The middle was the first to exit the vehicle, brushing his school uniform off to look at least a little presentable, the oldest was the second, recklessly opening the car door, careless of the other vehicle next to it and slamming it with a decent amount of force. The youngest flinched at the sound and was the last to open the door.
He was the only one who actually bothered to grab his schoolbag, the middle turned around and was reminded about the sad sack of books he didn’t even bother to read, he told the older sibling also. “Oh-Boosfer, our bags.” He opened the passenger door and took it out, hearing a ‘huh’ and then an ‘oh’ from the oldest.
After all of them were ready, the middle was pretending to take an extra long time because he apparently ‘lost his phone’ when it was in his pocket the entire time. Once he ‘found it,’ they were now prepared to go inside of the giant mansion that was tragically their home. With no other possible excuses, they all looked at each other and started to walk.
The youngest, Wemmbu, wore a nervous expression but stayed completely silent the whole time as they walked up. The middle, Baablu, took glances at both of his siblings, and grabbed hold of the youngest’ hand as a form of comfort, which he greatly appreciated, even if he failed to show it at the moment. The oldest, Boosfer, stared blankly at his phone, pretending to make a call to one of his friends to make an excuse for him to leave later.
That meant he was letting Baablu take control of the situation that lay ahead.
They reached the unnecessarily giant door of the estate’s east side, and turned the knob. Wemmbu cowering behind him as it clicked, and Boosfer holding his phone to his ear while he pretended to start a conversation with the ‘person’ on the phone.
The door opened and nobody was there, the tension disappeared and the three of them scurried inside and ran straight upstairs without a thought. Boosfer ended his pretend call and grabbed both of his brother’s hands, leading them upstairs to his room. Baablu, still holding onto Wemmbu’s let go so he wouldn’t overwhelm him because he looked like he was about to kill someone just by looking at them.
They made it without being noticed by any of the maids, which was surprising because Boosfer usually announced his presence to everybody within a ten mile radius, but instead he closed the door as quietly as he could and collapsed right into the bean bag next to it, letting out a giant sigh. Baablu did the same with the other bean bag, but instead of instantly going to it, he turned a fan on as it was not even close to room temperature whatsoever…
Boosfer specifically liked his room to be as hot as possible, which first of all, absolute weirdo, and second of all, his two younger siblings despised the heat, especially in late August. Like, who is this guy?!
Anyway, Baablu also grabbed the handheld console that he said he ‘owned’ but it was really Boosfer’s, he just ‘hasn’t used it in forever’ according to him. Which was just about two or three days. But if you knew Baablu, he was absolutely addicted to his games… Like really addicted. Addicted enough to the point where Wemmbu had to force him off of it at four AM on a Wednesday. He was a serious iPad kid a few years ago and Boosfer had to physically rip it out of his hands because he was barely paying attention to anything reality wise. It took him months to recover from the withdrawal that followed…
And because of this, Wemmbu believed that it was a good idea to bring it upon himself to temporarily stop that addiction from taking over his entire night by reaching over from where he was sitting on the floor and snatching the console for himself. Getting a half frustrated half strained ‘hey’ from the addict.
Boosfer opened one of his eyes to see what had just happened and chuckled when he realized his first thought was to mock him. “Aww, did the poor little baby get his iPad taken aw-mmph!” and was met with a pillow to the face. Baablu started to laugh at him and was tackled soon after, the two now shoving each other on and off of the bean bags.
Wemmbu had made another smart decision to take the bean bag that Baablu was sitting on and slide it over away from the fight, taking it for himself. He plopped on it and started to play on the console while watching the show in the background at the same time. Neither of them realized that one of the bean bags was missing and crashed into the floor, that must have hurt, Wemmbu snickered.
They ignored him and the roughhousing continued, picking up pillows for shields and bringing blankets to each other's necks occasionally. It was a brutal battle, most likely leaving some bruises. They eventually exhausted themselves and stopped. Both laying on the floor, out of breath. “Ugh, why is it so hot in here bro…” Baablu complained between breaths, bringing the back of his hand to his forehead. “What do you even mean? It’s sooo cold~” Boosfer mocked in the most sarcastic tone he possibly could. Baablu responded by throwing another pillow to the oldest brother’s face.
They instantly stopped in their tracks when they heard a sound come from the hallway. All three of them stood in at the same time in their usual formation, oldest in front, middle in the-well, middle.
Boosfer pressed his ear against the door to try and listen better yet he heard nothing. The source of the noise moved downstairs, they were safe for now.
Their shoulders were still tense, their still minds racing, with the thoughts of what was about to happen next, they didn't know. They never knew.
After all, the night was just beginning.