Your life, with a twist.

Chapter 3

Dave's P.O.V

You opened the car door, leaped up the curb, sprinted across the lawn, ran up the porch and skidded to a stop in front of the front door. Before you could even knock, Bro opened the door. "Why is that here?" He demanded.

"We kinda sorta found Moe and he kinda was bitten by a trickster demon. But it was all Dirks idea. I wanted to at least train Moe a little. But no. Dirk thought we should train him hands on." You quickly spilled and ratted on Dirk.

Bro didn't even say anything. A look of total surprise washed over his face when you mentioned finding Moe and him being bitten by a trickster. His white polo shirt hugged his body and you saw his every inhale and exhale. You knew shit was about to go down.

He pushed past you and sprinted to the car. As Dirk pulled up to the curb Bro pulled the car door open and lifted out Moe. As he ran inside, Dirk got out of his car and ran after Bro. Being the last one inside you closed and locked the door. Following the voices, you walked into the living room.

Moe was blinking awake, on the floor, under a devils trap that was precisely painted to the ceiling. Bro was scolding Dirk, and neither of them noticed you come in.

"How badly did I fuck up?" Moe croaked and sat up.

You smirked. Memories of being a little-tike with Dirk and Moe came flooding back. Moe would always screw up and ask how badly he messed up. "I dunno yet..." You shrugged and sat on the couch.

"Ya fucked up real bad. Do you know deep in shit you are now? Nose deep kiddo." Bro spun around and barked. Moe winced at the tone and Dirk quirked an eyebrow with you.

"Wanna explain?" Moe crossed his legs and sat like a four year in preschool at "circle time".

"Oh, I'll explain it all to ya." Bro stormed out of the room and Dirk shot Moe a quizical look.

"You scared?" He asked.

"A little... I was just scolded and I feel weird. I have no clue as to where I am and some extreme deja vu shits going down right now." Moe looked around as Bro rummaged around in the kitchen.

You nodded, a flicker of fear making your stomach jump. What was Bro doing in the kitchen? Bro stormed back in with a flask in his hand. "Ya wanna know how bad you fucked up?" He splashed the clear contents of the flask on Moe. Moe let out a yell in agony as the holy water steamed off his skin. He held the side of his face the was splashed.

"That's how bad ya fucked up. Ya were stupid enough to be infected by a trickster the first time you screwed with demons. Ya fucked up. Real bad." Bro closed the flask and tossed it to you.

Moe was hevily breathing and his eyes had a faint glow to them. You knew if Bro yelled one more time, some serious shit was gonna go down.

"Stop *inhale* yelling *exhale*" Moe shook the remaining holy water from his hair.

"What're ya gonna do if I don't? Ya. Can't. Do. Squat."

"I have put up with my drunk-of-an-uncle's bullshit for as long as I can remember. Never knowing what to expect every time I saw him and always being screamed at is pretty fucking aggrovating. So if you could be courteous and stop that'd be dandy." Moe was on his feet now, and Bro was facing him, his arms tightly crossed across his chest.

"That sob-story won't do ya shit in hell." Bro snikered and turned his back on your younger brother.

"Bro, are you serious? He's your youngest son. Can you cut him some slack? I mean, he's lived with Chris for the past eighteen years!"

"You two are in deep shit too! Not only is your brother beat-up but he was infected. Under your watch! You two're next." Bro was fuming and stifly strode (sorry not sorry) out of the room.

You could practically taste the tension in the room. Moe looked pissed, Dirk's shoulders were square and you felt like if you moved you'd fall to mere crumbs. "Chill, he's just mad. He'll calm down, and it'll be alright." Dirk broke the silence and Moe sat back on the floor, leaning against a seemingly invisible wall, due to the devils trap.

"Did ya see how he went all out Dad mode though?" Moe chuckled, "oh were screwed."