Sturniolo Triplets angst/Other Things

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆~ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭/𝐀𝐥𝐥

"Hey, put on a happy face, then everything's okay. Put on a happy face!"

Tw: horror, blood, self mutilation, insanity (essentially)
This is kinda like 'Cold' with the brutality of things. So yeah!
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Flip the switch
Flip the stove
World's gone mad, let's start the show.

Matt stands alone in his dark room. The time reads 3:37am, slow tears continually fall down his pale cheeks. His dull blue eyes stare at the jagged shard of glass in his bloodied right hand.

Get you kicks
And let's go
If you're sad, don't let it show.

Matt's eyes dart up in front of him to the shattered mirror, then back down to his hand. Had he done that? The answer is yes, but he can't remember these things. He can't remember what he had just done to Chris. He just wants to be happy.

Say, "I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy today!"
I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy today!

A sob leaves the mans mouth. What did he do? He wonders, staring at his distorted reflection that lay upon the millions of shards of glass. He notices blood on his clothes, though, it isn't his. Who's is it?

They say, "put on a happy face!"
'Cause we're tik-tok, tik-tok, ticking like a time bomb.

Matt let's out an extended sigh, watching his breath fall away from him. Why was it so cold in his room? Matt disregards the thought, taking a few steps back. He notices a lump, to his left, in his peripherals.

Hey! Put on a happy face!
Then everything's okay..
Put on a happy face.

Matt whips around, his watered over eyes land on Chris's bloodied and mangled body. His brother lay there, motionless, with a sorrowful expression on his face. Matt gasps and runs over to him. "Chris?!.." Matt sobs, he shakes Chris's body. But it's no use.

Hey! Put on a happy face!
Then everything's okay..
Put on a happy face...

Matt stays there, next to Chris, for a minute. But not for long, as he feels something click in his mind. He changes. With a low chuckle, the man stands and turns to his bedroom door, walking over and exiting towards Nick's bedroom.

Say you're 'good'
Say you're 'fine'
Tell 'em everything's alright..

"Nick?" Matt calls in a low, sing-song tone. Dragging the shard of glass along the wall as he gets closer to Nick's room. He hears a shuffle coming from the living room, making him freeze and snap his head towards the noise. "Nick?" Matt growls, walking faster, now towards the living room.

Hollywood on your timeline
Telling you what to wear, and what to 'like'
And how to be..

"Get away from me! You're not my brother-- get!-" Nick cries out, staring up at Matt, separating them with the couch. Matt's eyes harden, "Come here, Nick.. I just wanna talk!" Matt yells, swiping the shiny piece of glass at his brother, Nick ducks and attempts to crawl away from Matt. However, Matt is faster.

Say, "I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy today!"
I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy today!

Matt catches his brother. Dragging him by the head of his hair, out from behind the couch. "M-Matt no!- no, get the fuck off me!" Nick cries. Matt chuckles darkly, yanking Nick's head back. "Say bye bye, Nicky" the deranged man says.

Ah, ah. Death of my generation.
Ah, ah. "Death of my generation"

With one clean swipe, Nick falls to the ground. Blood seeping out from his mouth and throat. Matt stands above him, tears fell from his eyes, as he began to laugh.

Ah, ah. Death of my generation.
Ah, ah. "Death of my generation"

Matt's insane laughter fills the house, his hands find their way to his hair, and he pulls on it. Falling to his knees, the shard of bloodied glass begins to slice into his palm.

Hey! Put on a happy face
Then everything's okay
Put on a happy face..

Matt feels the pain in his hand. He takes his hand away from his hair for a moment, staring at his blood, that was beginning to mix with his brothers. The man's breathing was excited, his chest rose and fell with great speed. With a shaking hand, he reaches up to carve himself a huge, uneven, smile. From the corners of his mouth, to his cheekbones.

Hey! Put on a happy face.
Then everything's okay..
Put on a happy face...

When Matt finishes, he crawls over to Nick. Giggling softly, he cuts into his own wrists, and lays his tired head on Nick's unmoving chest. He lay there, crying softly into the dead man's chest. Dropping the bloody shard, he watches his blood pour out from his body.

"Hey.. put on a happy face.. then everything's.. okay"