Double trouble...but like...times four so it's eight? - OC spanking story

Hunted hundred different ways

Remember when Series of unfortunate events was just a TV-show, and not my attempts at writing?

P. S. (or however it's called if it's in the beggining) This sheet is loong. Like, more than 40 pages long. So feel free not to read it all at once. You can leave comments to know where you stopped last time ;)

Also, have I ever mentioned how much i LOVE comments??

Oh, oh, P.P.S. This chapter contains some mentions of panic attacks and there is a lot of hurt emotions later on (still mixed with some low-quality humor, 'cause yeah, I'm trash but also refuse to write pure hurt). Everything will turn out well in the end, but I just though Is hould put a little disclaimer. Thread on carefully, and take care of yourself , guys.

That being said, onto the story.Read on!

Creeping down the darkened hallway, Oliver quickly came to three baffling conclusions.

1) Whoever the hell was down there, they ought to change their job description soon. It sounded more like a dying bafoon than a decent robber.

Just as he thought of that, bump was heard from down the stairs, followed immediately by what was, in Oliver's opinion, pretty decent interpretation of a troubled mammal. Seems someone got attacked by the furniture.

2) Someone AGAIN left the bathroom light on!

Though, in this case, it actually came as a relief. Coming to the top of the stairs, Oliver was clearly able to see outer lines of a figure on the floor, desperately trying to crawl its way through the living room. For some reason, it seemed they were going to the kitc...

3) It was Scott. Lord help them all, it was Scott freaking... he was going to strangle Dylan.

Sure enough, ten seconds and some stairs lower, figure finally stood up. If rising yourself from the couch armrest head first could even be called standing. Kid looked kind of like an overcooked noodle.

„Dammit, Mischief..." he whined, sounding miserable. Oliver rolled his eyes. Leave it to his brother's best friend to break into their house at four-thirty in the morning for seemingly no good reason at all.

At least this time it was the right house in question.

He lowered further on the ground, peering behind the handrails. Scott was coming closer, and closer, and... he waited until kid was no further than half a foot away from him before his hand slithered through the handrail and over younger's mouth.

Scott sceamed only a moment too late. Oliver shushed him as he tried to buckle out of the grip. „Well hi, Scott."

He swore kid's heart made a somersault in his chest. Hands flew up to grab at his own. Oliver reacted by simply shushing the younger again, lips almost touching his ear. He knew better than to let go and send Scott running, potentially waking everybody up just as they finally managed to settle down. After all, kid most likely wasn't scared of him. Oliver hoped his initial reaction was because of the shock his body just went through.

Thankfully, it seemed he was right.After barely a few seconds, Scott managed to relax in Oliver's grip. As fear was slowly wearing off, he eased the bruising grip on Oliver's hands and sighted. Something that might have been an apology tickled against older's palm, and Oliver smirked behind him.

„Quiet, please." He mumbled. Scott raised his hands in gesture of mock surrender. „I'll let you go now, okay? And then we're going to go to the kitchen. That's where you headed for anyway, correct?"