SCENT; NOVELTY CANDLES.
SCENT; NOVELTY CANDLES.
Word count: 759
Rating: SFW
Players: Dirk/Dave.
Cameos: Dee/Bro.
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It’d been late at night, and you weren’t sure how you had exactly gotten yourself into this mess.
You were pretty sure that somewhere along the line it had started off with Dirk’s suggestion. Most of your shenanigans that you felt unsure off started with a simple sentence from your older brother, a hint of teasing in his voice and a little bit of mockery to spur you into action, even if it was only to spite him. That was probably how this time around had occurred as well, if you thought about it- it almost always was, and the laws of probability were probably still the same as ever. The universe didn’t change that easily, after all. Okay, scratch that, maybe it actually did- but that wasn’t really the point of this conversation at the moment.
Not that you were having a conversation at the moment, not in the strictest sense of the word, you were just kind of, well, mumbling to yourself under your breath about how this had to be a bad idea and how you couldn’t even believe you had let Dirk talk you into something as stupid as this. The whole notion of you two even being idiotic to pull a stunt like this was laughable, as was the idea of you guys even addressing the flitting idea for more than a second, because seriously, how stupid was this? Really fucking stupid, was what.
Perhaps you ought to clarify.
The two of you were standing outside of Dee’s room, hands shaking, (at least on your part, clutching tightly around a flashlight that was half dead and emitting the faintest circles of light possible, little rays that were barely able to illuminate your fingers in front of your face, let alone cut through the gloom of the hallway- your nightlights gone, the ones that you had placed as a glowing mushroom trail through the forest sort of like, like in those fairy tales Dirk would read you when Bro was out of the house and wasn’t around to tuck you in. (Dee wouldn’t consent to reading you a story, he said it was too childish and anyways, you were old enough- so Dirk was the closest thing, even if you would have really preferred Bro, though you kept that bit to yourself, because really, it would have come off as ungrateful. Wasn’t your fault you just clicked better with Bro though.)
Maybe Dee had taken them out again, you weren’t quite sure on anything at the moment.
Dirk was whispering furtively for you to ‘Shut up, please,’ what little of his face you could see drawn in an annoyed grimace meant for you, and you couldn’t help but stick your tongue out at him. He looked like he would have slapped you across the face, (‘This is a serious mission Dave,’) except for the fact that it probably would have given away the fact the two of you were hiding behind Dee’s door and trying to get a peek into what on earth the two older guardians were doing. They sometimes had meetings in the dead of the night, and judging from all the scuffley squeaky noises the two of you could hear through the walls, it had to be something worth knowing. Maybe it was something like a mouse circus, training mice to do back flips and balancing on beach balls and wiggling their little mice booties on trampolines and pulling handstands like in Coraline. Or maybe it was a super secret big mega awesome surprise for the both of you- usually when it got around to the time of year when you guys got to have presents, your brothers went all out.
Of course, when Dirk had finally cracked open the door and peeked through cautiously, having shoved you to the ground to stare upwards awkwardly through the gap between the door and the floor, you two both saw something that you probably never should have. Something that sent Dirk’s jaw dropping down and your eyes going wide, a knuckle shoved into your mouth to muffled any horrified noises.
(The smug bastards probably had already known from the scuffles that the two of you had been trying to spy on them, and really, you had hoped that was the case- because that would have some frightening connotations if they hadn’t been pretending to summon the dead just to freak you guys out on purpose. It had worked of course, sending the two of you muffling squeaks of horror and shoving and pushing each other down the hallway over and over to dash back to your rooms.)
Alas, the pains of having a director for a brother- he knew his fair share of horror movie special effects tips.