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13//Big Brother Egos

Zac's POV

I rubbed my temples as I felt my dry throat scream for water. I sighed, getting up from my bed and heading my way downstairs to the kitchen to get some water, just like Jesus's fresh tears. I made my way to my door and opened it. A loud yawn escaped my mouth when I was halfway down the stairs.

I opened the fridge and checked the clock on the wall. 2:17 am . Wow, I'm suprised I'm up this early. I was about to get a glass from the cabinet above my head but instead of that, I heard ruffling sounds coming from behind the couch. I grabbed the first thing I can find beside me and advanced towards the couch. I slowly lifted the pillow from the floor just to see a little mechanical doll dancing.

Wait, I don't own a mechanical doll. Who owns this?

Terrified, I dropped the pillow on the floor and glanced at the other side of the room to check if there is really someone out here. Another loud yawn escaped my mouth as I tried to find a light switch in the room. I searched around the room to find it. I felt a bulge on the wall beside a lamp. I quickly turned it on and sighed in relief.

I lazily made my way to the couch and picked up the mechanical doll. It was still dancing in my hand as I held it.

"Stupid doll," I murmured.

I placed the doll on top of the coffee table and leaned on the couch. The doll itself looked pretty weird and scary to me. It had two very red blushes on each side of the cheek and don't even get me started on the eyes. It had long, uneven eyelashes and it's eyes were overdone with a lot of eyeliner and it's pupils were bloodshot red. It's hair was tied up in two identical red ribbons in pigtail braids. It kind of resembled Annable, but it's just a little smaller. And to top it all off, the doll wore a red and white dress. The dress looked worn out and old. But the white part wasn't too visible anymore because of the red stains that covered it.

That isn't blood, right?

I heard the same ruffling sounds. It was behind the kitchen counter this time. This made my head snap and look at that direction. The doll fell from my hands as I stood up, grabbing my weapon from the couch.

I quietly advanced to the kitchen counter, holding tightly my 'weapon'. I stepped on something quite hard that made me look down on the ground and scream in pain.

"What the hell is this?" I furrowed my eyebrows as I examined the thing. A lego?

"Shit," I mumbled.

I lifted my foot and checked the sole, holding onto one of the chairs on the dining table for support.

"Boo!"

"HOLY MOTHER OF PEANUTS AND BUTTER!" I yelled. Causing me to jump and swing my weapon on the person.

"Zac! What the hell?!" Tristan shouted, rubbing his arm on the spot where I (accidentally) hit him.

"You scared the shit outta me!" I yelled back.

"Well, you hit my arm, with a spatula. Damn that spatula was hard," He said, walking to the fridge. He opened the freezer and got out some frozen peas.

"So?" I raised my eyebrows at him as I took a chair and sat down.

"I can't play for - I don't know! Like maybe two weeks until this heals," He said, placing the pack of frozen peas on his shoulder.

"Anyway, why are you up?" I asked.

"How about you? Why are you up?" He shot back.

"I asked first."

"I'm older than you," he smirked.

"For just 11 and a half months!" Oh yeah, I forgot that he's kind of older than me for almost a year.