The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket

Epilogue: Pranks and Happy Endings

The computer screen flashed the results of the murderer winning again. With his siblings whining in the background, Venturian turned to the camera, "That, is all for this time. If you enjoyed this video of us bringing back the game of Muuuurder and me dominating the game like in old times, leave a like, leave a comment, and we'll see you, next time." He gave his classic salute and ended the recording.

"Man! That was fun!" Issac cheered.

"Yeah," Cierra agreed, "No wonder our fans wanted this back."

"It's like nothing changed." HomelessGoomba smiled, "Including Bethany's ability to die first."

"Hey!" The ginger snapped, "I'm just out of practice."

"Sure you are." Jordan laughs, "Anyways, let's go to the kitchen. I'm getting kinda hungry."

"Same here," Isaac agreed. Venturian ended the Skype call, closed Gmod, and got up. As he did, he heard a shrill, high-pitched laughter, startling him. Thank you for bringing me back. I promise I'll return- The voice was cut off and there was a scuttle with some indistinct words he couldn't make out. He could've sworn one of the voices sounded like his own.

However, he was quickly distracted by the sound of something running into his door. Jordan was willing to bet good money he knew who it was. Isaac was always a bit clumsy. Venturian grabbed a nerf gun nearby and readied himself outside the door. When he least expected it, HomelessGoomba threw the door open, causing Jordan to fall onto his back in the hallway. Venturian managed to grab his younger brother by the shirt, bringing Isaac down with him. Each of the boys were laughing hysterically.
Once HomelessGoomba got his barring, he went for the blow horn he came downstairs with and blew it in his brother's face, causing a new wave of laughter between the two. The laughter calmed down a bit and Jordan went for his nerf gun, shooting Isaac in the arm, causing him to let out a little yelp.

HomelessGoomba jumped back and began to run up the stairs to the main floor, "Come and get me, old man." He taunted.

"Oh, I'll show you who's getting old!" Jordan retorted, firing a few more shots at the staircase. Just as he was about to go after Isaac, Venturian stopped. He felt a little uneasy. Jordan turned to his bedroom door. Something wasn't right.

"You okay, Jordan?" Isaac asked. He had made his way over when he noticed Jordan wasn't following him to the main floor.

Venturian shook it off and grinned at his brother, "You just had to ruin my room, didn't you?"

"Ruin it?" Isaac snorted, "I didn't touch your room. You're the one who hasn't cleaned it in a week!"

"Coming from you! You haven't cleaned your room since we've moved!" Jordan fired a few more shots at Isaac and out of ammunition, "Dang it!"

"Serves you right!" HomelessGoomba fake pouted, "Shooting at an unarmed kid." He started up the stairs again.

"You haven't been a kid for about a year, now! You're 19!"

Isaac swung around on the staircase, "Getting old is a biological fact. Growing up is optional." He swirled around and continued marching up the stairs.

"You got that right." Jordan agreed under his breath, chasing Isaac up the stairs, forgetting entirely about what happened in his room, never to be touched by the tortures of Jimmy Casket.