Another day, another round of listening to Chris go on and on about the updated rules list. He changed that thing daily, often out of nowhere and for no other reason than to be thorough with himself despite the fact that Troy barely paid any attention to them.
He had no choice but to follow the rules of some of this stuff, of course. Their parents gave Chris permission to punish him after all. He wished Chris wasn’t so good at tennis. That swing of his whenever he’d administer a spanking was varsity level. It was the last thing he needed.
Right now, Chris was standing in front of him while Troy leaned over onto his arm while on the couch. His eyes were in a slanted, bored expression as he stared at his decidedly less fun and less interesting older brother while he read off the rules for the day.
So boring. What was he on now? Rule number eleventy billion?
“Okay. I think that’s the last one,” Chris said.
Finally!
“Oh, wait a second. I forgot I had a second composition book here. Silly me,” Chris said, taking out a second novelization of the rules and flipping it to page one. “Alright. Now as for bathroom habits–!”
“GAAAAH!” Troy screamed, scaring Chris into dropping the large book on his bare feet. “I can’t take it anymore!”
“OW!” Chris jumped and grabbed at his foot, teary eyed. “Hey! No screaming at an octave higher than or equal to–!”
“Shut up! No one cares!” Troy snapped.
“Excuse me?!” Chris stomped his foot down. “OW! GUH!” Chris winced. Bad idea stomping with the foot that just got smashed. “I’m trying to relay important information to you! The least you could do is humor me for five more minutes!”
“You said that a half hour ago!” Troy snapped, standing up now with his hands curled out in front of him. “I can’t live like this! I can’t handle dealing with you anymore! Why are you like this?!”
“Because an efficient house with straight-forward and efficient rules is a happy house with an even happier residence!” Chris said, a bright smile on his face.
“You mean a happier YOU right?” Troy said. “You’re the only one who cares about any of this stuff and if I’m being completely honest, you always look so stressed out and panicky! Why don’t you try and have fun!”
“I am having fun!” Chris gasped, shocked and appalled by the suggestion that he was boring. “Who doesn’t like constructing checklists?!”
“I can name a few people…” Troy muttered off to the side. “I just wish you’d stop freaking out over this stuff. I may even follow some of these rules of yours if you chilled out a little.”
“R-Really?” Chris asked, leaning in with a brow raised.
Troy looked him up and down and then smiled. “Sure. Gimmie those books. I’m gonna look over them myself and tomorrow, we’re gonna do whatever they say together and figure out what can stay and what can go. How’s that sound?”
Chris’ eyes lit up. He actually pulled Troy into a hug, crushing his back and making the kid squirm about while oxygen was pumped from his body. His face was muffled by his brother’s chest.
“Yes! Absolutely! Ooooo! I can’t wait!” Chris exclaimed and raced to the back, leaving the books with Troy.
Troy gasped and fell to his knees when he was let go. With a wipe of his hand across his forehead, he glanced down at the two books in his hands and slyly grinned.
He was going to perhaps edit these books for clarity. Just a little bit.
When he was done, he snuck the books back into Chris’ room and went off to bed to sleep for the night, knowing that Chris would likely wake up and skim through them before their day began.
He had a good night's sleep imagining the look on Chris’ face when he saw what he did to his rulebooks.
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The next morning, Troy was shaken awake by his brother. The light from the window outside got into his eyes a bit and he rolled over to blink the bothersome rays away. The spots in his vision cleared and what greeted him instead was the bright smiling face of his older brother, inches from his face!
“WAH!” Troy yelped and flopped back, falling out of his bed and banging his head against the floor with his brief clad butt sticking up.
When the birdies stopped chirping around his head, he shook his cranium about and got into a sitting up position on the floor. “Chris, what are you doing up so…?” He looked at the clock. It was 7 AM on a Saturday. “I guess this is late for you.”
Chris laughed. “Oh, silly Troy! You’re so funny!” he pinched Troy’s cheek. Troy grunted a little. “I’m here so we can kick start our miraculous day together. I just read through what you edited within my books!”
Oh yeah. Oops.
Troy groaned. Perhaps he thought that was more funny than it really was last night.
“Look, Chris, I’m sorry that-” Troy began before Chris put a finger to his mouth.
“Nuh-uh. You promised so we gotta do it. The rules are the rules and it’s high time we followed them together!” Chris beamed happily as he opened both books.
Troy winced.
He had crossed out ALL of Chris’ rules and in their place just wrote “HAVE FUN!” over and over and over again.
“Chris, I–!”
“We’re going to have FUN!” Chris exclaimed, throwing his hands up.
Troy was momentarily confused. Then he smiled. “Wait, really? You mean it?”
“Absolutely! What do you want to do first, little bro?” Chris asked, leaning down and ruffling Troy’s hair.
Wow. This was… quite strange but also really nice. Chris was being so accommodating with him here. He was low key wondering if Chris would have some kind of deranged mental breakdown if he destroyed his rule list but it seemed he was taking Troy’s advice to heart!
“Okay! Then I’ve got a few ideas we could try!” Troy stood up, excited.
With that proclamation followed a montage of the two brothers having the best day of their lives together.
Chris rode a two seated bike with Troy. They played on the swings in the park. They got ice-cream together. They played with the hose in the backyard down in their swimsuits. They played video games together. They even put on little sock puppet shows.
It was an entire day of nothing but delightful, eventful fun.
When they rested together on the floor, Troy found himself giggling profusely. He’d never had this much fun with his brother before.
Well, he used to back when they were really little and before Chris changed but that was so long ago it might as well have been another life.
Troy was so happy that Chris didn’t take offense to him scribbling away the rules he wrote. He sighed and laid on the floor, about ready to fall asleep… when Chris pressed his foot to his tummy and jolted him awake.
“Okay buddy! It’s time to head to the fields and play a little baseball together!” Chris exclaimed, that bright toothy smile still on his face.
It never left his face the whole day. Not a second had gone by today where he wasn’t smiling.
At first it was endearing but now it felt a little creepy.
“Hey, uh, no, that’s fine,” Troy said, sitting up. “We spent all day doing stuff together. Besides, it’s getting late. Let’s relax.”
“Is relaxing fun?” Chris asked.
“I mean… I dunno. It can be,” Troy said.
Chris shook his head. “Nope. Not good enough. It has to be fun! There’s nothing in the rules that says we should relax. Come now! Let’s go!”
“Uh–!” Troy began before his arm was yanked and he was pulled out without a say in the manner.
The two of them played catch for about another hour. By then, the sun had gone down and it was dark out. Chris would normally be freaking out about Troy being out past six but it was almost eight now. Not only that but Troy was tired. He wanted to stop.
His arm slumped down when Chris made another toss and the ball beamed him in the head!
Troy went cross-eyed and his tongue flopped out of his mouth before he stumbled and fell onto his back.
When his vision cleared, Chris’ grinning face hovered over him. “Hey buddy!”
“GAH!” Troy shrieked and scooted back before jumping to his feet. “Ugh! Ow! Chris, my head hurts. C-Can we stop now! We’ve had enough fun for the day, really!”
“Nuh-uh! The rules say that we have to have fun! Only have fun! See!” Chris opened the books again and pointed at it.
HAVE FUN! HAVE FUN! HAVE FUN! HAVE FUN! HAVE FUN!
Those were the only words written there.
“Chris, I know what the rules say but… I dunno. Did you ever make it a rule that we needed to sleep?” Troy asked. “Even you weren’t weird enough to do that. We can do stuff the book doesn’t say sometimes!”
“B-But what if it breaks the rules?!” Chris asked.
“Relaxing and sleeping can be fun!” Troy stammered, looking a little crazed himself. He was so TIRED. He really wanted to rest. “C-Come on! Let’s just go home, okay?”
Chris pouted.
He then looked at the books again before smiling. “Okay… I understand.”
Troy sighed.
Finally he could rest.
The walk home was rough. He was super spent and it was getting to him how full of energy and peppy Chris still was, humming to himself as he marched with those books in his hands.
When they got inside, Troy lazily slopped off his shorts, shoes, and socks and practically threw himself over the couch. He felt himself drift off to sleep in his Spongebob briefs. He didn’t even care that his clothes were scattered on the floor. He’d deal with that later or when Chris freaked out about how messy he was.
Troy’s eyes were closed for what felt like a minute before a loud screeching sound and a loud booming noise woke him up. Troy’s eyes opened and remained wide as they peered ahead. He was shaking and his eyes were a bit red.
He needed to sleep! What was going on now?!
Troy slipped off the couch and turned to go see what the noise was but then yelped when he bumped into the grinning Chris again!
“What the–?!” Troy looked him over. Chris was standing with a fishing rod behind his back, looking positively giddy in his Mulan briefs.
“I know what you want Troy! You want to sleep! But you said sleep can be fun! That didn’t look fun so I figured out a way to make sleep real fun!” Chris said, speaking in a weird warbly way. His pupils were tiny and shaky.
Troy looked up at him as the shroud of darkness in the room put a hush over everything.
This wasn’t right.
“Ch-Chris… listen, I appreciate that you want to have fun but your rules… if you’re only doing it because the rules say you should then maybe you should stop!” Troy said, his heart beat increasing.
It was really hot and stuffy in here all of a sudden. What was going on?
“No, no, no, no, NO!” Chris said, going behind Troy and pushing him towards the garage. “I just set up something super duper fun! We’re going to have fun while we sleep! Our parents are already asleep and they’re having fun too! So much fun!”
“What–?!” Troy was confused. Mom and dad were home? When did they get home?
The heat was increasing the closer they got to the door. There was a bright orange light seeping from under it as well. Troy began sweating and felt himself get really nervous.
“Chris… what-? What’s going on huh? L-Look we don’t have to-” Troy began before he was pushed through the door.
Upon stumbling in he was greeted with a sea of fire!
The entire garage was on fire?!
“GYAAAAH!” Troy screamed, standing on the top of the stairs, overlooking the pool of flames below. “CHRIS! THE GARAGE IS ON F–AAAAGH!”
Troy winced when a hook went into the back of his underwear and he was hoisted up into a tremendous wedgie. He bit his lip as the pain circulated through his system. He was far more worried about the fact that Chris was hovering him over the huge pit of fire!
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Troy panicked, feeling himself already in the middle of wetting himself. Sadly, it wouldn’t be enough to put out the flames.
“Hahahahaha! HEHEHEHEHE!” Chris giggled, his creepy grin expanding as his eyes dilated at the carnage before him. “HAVING FUN!”
“WHAT–?! NO! HOW?! WHAT IS THIS?!” Troy cried.
“Mommy and daddy got home and I bet they wanted to sleep like always! But regular sleep isn't fun! So I filled the garage with gas and threw a match in when the car parked here. The car went up like FWOOSH and den it exploded!” Chris giggled.
“WHAT?!” Troy looked back, shocked.
“ThIs Is HoW yOu MaKe SlEePiNg FuN!” Chris grinned as he began lowering Troy into the fire.
“NO! NOOOOO!”
“FUN!” Chris exclaimed over all the roaring flames. “I’M HAVING SO MUCH FUN!”
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Hanging over the flames by a thin sheet of soaked cloth, Troy was terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought. The only thing running through his (small) mind was panic, however this panic could be his salvation. As he screamed in terror, he shook along the fishing line hanging him over the fire. "Calm down Troy, I can't keep you steady if you keep flailing like that in fear," Chris creepily scolded his poor brother, "After all, that's no fun at all!" Troy's flailing was proving too much for the older boy whose only strength was in his tennis arm. Troy swung back and forth until he swung a full 180 degrees. As Troy swung back down, Chris noticed that he felt a lot lighter. As he turned to the end of his fish hook, he saw why: the only thing hanging from the hook was an empty pair of soaked briefs.
Troy hung onto the garage's rafters, naked from the waist down and about to start wetting himself again. He pulled himself up and quickly crawled towards the exit behind Chris as the crazed blonde started looking around for him before finally gazing up at the ceiling. "There you are! Are you crawling on the rafters half nakie?" Chris asked, "That... Looks... Fun!" Chris ripped off his shirt (or at least tried to, he eventually just took it off normally) and kicked off his shoes and socks, casting his fishing rod to where Troy started climbing and reeled himself up to the support beams. By then, Troy had reached the door into the house and hopped down in a mad dash to anything he could use to hide himself. Running his way into his bedroom, he slid under his bed with only his naked butt sticking out. He quickly regretted sliding under the bed on his naked willie. "Owwie...." As Troy struggled to not relieve himself again, he spotted the rule book he edited on the floor. "The rule book! Maybe if I edit the rules again, Chris will go back to his normal, grouchy self!" "Now why would we want that? That's no FUN!" Troy's head creaked as he turned around to see a half naked Chris just entering the doorway. "I see a nice, fat, nakie ham under the bed! Did you put that there, Troy?" squeaked Chris. The blonde maniac lunged at his brother's backside, grabbing b the back of Troy's shirt as the poor kid dashed to the rule book on all fours. With a loud rip, a butt naked Troy broke free and ran out the bedroom while Chris struggled to get out from under the bed. Troy ran to the living room, grabbed the nearest pencil and started writing, "Ok, Rule 1: bedtime is at 7:00? What next? Rule 2: always brush your teeth for-" suddenly, Troy felt a hand on his naked shoulder. "Peekaboo, I see a nude you!" "WAAAH!!" Troy screamed as he sprayed the floor. Chris hoisted his brother over his shoulder and trembled back into the flaming garage. "Wah! What was rule 3? Uh, always leave the toilet seat down after you pee?" Chris dropped Troy into the flaming pit below in a madcap, wall-eyed grin. However, Troy clung to the edge with all his might, the feeling of heat and the smell of his cooking tushie , a large tongue of flame licked his derierre and nearly got his family jewels, despite shouting a high pitched "YOW!" in pain, he didn't loosen his grip as the pain made him jump a little higher up.
Possible Ending Hanging over the flames by a thin sheet of soaked cloth, Troy was terrified beyon
In doing so, he dropped the notebook into the fire. "Now, now," Chris scolded his brother, "You can't have fun if you aren't in the fire. So get your big buns into the pit of-" a loud screech came from both Chris and the notebook. Chris rolled on the floor as if he were the one on fire as the note book burned to cinders. Chris burned with ghostly flames on him as he screamed bloody murder. In his fit, Chris tore off his undies, and rolled into the flames themselves before jumping over them and running out of the opening garage door into the squad of paramedics? An ambulance was parked outside their house alongside some fire men. Smoke plumes from the last ashes of the note book and those present swore they saw it take the form of a demon.
As the Fireman carried him out of the smoking garage, Troy saw his bestest friends Ian and Bourbon looking terrified at the scene. Jumping from the arms of the fireman, the boy in his birthday suit ran over to his friends, tears in his eyes. "Dang, that was freaky. Almost like the stuff that regularly happens at that old park my cousin Skips works at," the fireman Yeti removed his face mask and glanced at the damage before him. The parents were in ambulance, burnt but alive, they had been blown out the sides of the garage by the explosion. The older boy was burnt as well, running around the street naked like a boy possessed, which he just was. The younger one was telling his friends what happened as the blue eyed boy had a mixture of embarrassment and disgust from having to look at his naked friend. The boy with the green skunk stripe was blushing a bit while taking pictures of everything, especially naked Troy.
"I'm telling you, Chris went crazy! All I did was replace all the rules in his note with 'Fun!'" Troy tearfully recounted, somehow still wetting the ground under him. "That seems like a load of baloney," Bourbon replied, his pants sagged down to his ankles as he struck a dorky pose and accidentally took a picture of himself with his pants down. " " Says the boy who ran around the neighborhood wearing only a dog cone and holding a torn diaper, shouting that his teddy bear was evil and turned him into a stuffy," remarked Ian. Bourbon just blushed even harder. As the paramedics grabbed Troy to treat his burns, the neighbors would remember that day as the night of the possessed, nude child maniac, as they could never forget the sight of Chris streaking down the street pursued by paramedics.
In doing so, he dropped the notebook into the fire. "Now, now," Chris scolded his brother, "You can
