The Fry Club

Prologue: Deuce Had Enough

It was a Monday morning and Deuce was walking through the rose maze annoyed at a certain someone (Ace). When he saw Trey going through the list of items he had to get from the store, and saw that they needed new pans, he had an idea.

"Can I come with you?"

It was a simple question that Deuce asked Trey when he was going to do his weekly grocery run. Trey thought nothing of it until they got to the store. Trey was looking for new pans, the previous ones had been broken and their handles had fallen off.

He was testing the pans, and when he turned around to look for Deuce, assuming he wandered off somewhere, he saw…something concerning. Deuce was holding a pan, not that was the concerning part, it was the fact that he was swinging it around like he was going to hit someone with it.

“Uhh…Deuce? What are you doing?” Trey asked his junior, unsure if he wanted to know the answer to the question, he could very well have seen Deuce planning a murder, which he was.

Deuce opted to stay silent and Trey shook his head. “Let’s just go back to the dorm,” he said, paying for the items, including the pan Deuce grabbed, heading back to Heartslaybul.

Once the duo had gotten to the dorm, Trey set the grocery bags on the table, Deuce grabbed his pan from inside one of the bags and retreated upstairs to his room, Trey guessed.

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Deuce headed upstairs to his shared room with Ace, leaving Trey downstairs to put away the groceries. He heard noises coming from his dorm, and he knew Ace was in there, probably scrolling through Magicam or something.

Deuce slowly opened the door, hoping it wouldn't creak, and it didn't, thankfully. He snuck behind Ace, arm holding the pan up, and struck. The pan struck Ace on the head, and Ace fell to the floor with a thud. The door opened and he turned to find Trey at the doorway, Deuce raised his hand in greeting with a nervous smile. Trey sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, almost like a disappointed father.

Soon, Deuce found himself sitting down at a table, Riddle, his Housewarden, sitting in front of him with a stern expression, Trey and Cater standing on each of his sides, Trey looking disappointed and Cater looking a bit nervous, eyeing the pan on the table next to Deuce.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Riddle asked Deuce in a serious tone. “It’s because you attacked one of your dorm mates.” Riddle elaborated once he saw that Deuce wasn’t going to answer, much too busy eyeing the table.

“I get that sometimes you get annoyed and angry at Ace,” Trey spoke up, his voice cutting through the awkward and silent room, “but that doesn’t mean you should hit him with a frying pan.”

“He’s right, you didn't need to pull a Rapunzel,” Cater spoke for the first time since they got there, albeit hesitantly, still eyeing the frying pan and smiling nervously.

"Right…sorry," Deuce apologized, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

"Don't apologize to us." Riddle crossed his arms. "Apologize to Ace."

Deuce nodded, and he was dismissed. Deuce sighed in relief, he was so sure that Riddle was gonna collar him. Deuce didn't stick around, just in case Riddle changed his mind.

Ace never got an apology from Deuce and Deuce got the silent treatment from Ace.