Author's Note: This here's for MoonWolfAtlantis. He wanted me to write another Until Dawn story with another OC. No prob. The amount of off-the-book writing he wants me to do? A bit out there. But I'll be damned if I don't do it, because it's a freaking good idea! The update schedule will probably be a bit more erratic than usual for this one because of my Percy Jackson and Agents of SHIELD fanfic, and my schedules are usually pretty bad. This one's just gonna be worse. Teehee.

Anyway, there's gonna be a lot of background here, folks, meaning, it'll be few chapters before we actually get to the Prank. I have a main layout of the chapters before the Prank though, it's looking to be a lot, so if background isn't your thing, then you shouldn't read this. It's gonna start in Mike's ninth grade year. The majority of the characters are in ninth, except Josh who is in tenth, and Matt and Ashley, who are in eighth. I did a LOT of wikia research for this. You're welcome.

So yeah. Review, and Follow, and Favorite, AND READ. READING IS GOOD. Please enjoy!

This one's for you, MoonWolfAtlantis.

Rating: T, duh. There'll be explicit language, because of the nature of the game, but y'all know what to expect.

Disclaimer: All rights go to Supermassive Games, the lucky bastards. I only own my OCs.

Editing: All editing is done by me, so all mistakes are mine.

Prologue – September, 2010

"I think this is the last box," grunted my twin brother, Mike, as he set down the large cardboard cube. With a thud, it hit the ground, dust flying off of it as we looked around out new room.

It was significantly larger than our last one, which would make it a lot easier to divide the space between the two of us. The house over all was a bit smaller than our one in Miami, but I didn't necessarily mind.

Mike and I were in the land where dreams came true: Los Angeles, California. Our dad had gotten a job offer out here and pounced on it, whisking our family of four out to the west.

Mike and I didn't mind, not really. Sure, we left behind friends back in Miami, but it was middle school. Middle school didn't matter. Between Mike and I, we were our own best friend. Here, though, in LA, we were starting our freshman year. We were ready to make new friends and just have an all around blast. That was what LA was for, right? Of course.

"Now all we have to do is unpack all these boxes," I groaned, looking around our empty bedroom. The walls were whitewashed and the carpet was a dark gray color, which I was thankful knowing Mike's clumsiness.

Unpacking was going to be the death of me. Mike wasn't much of a hoarder, but I was. I still had my third grade art project that I'd done at thanksgiving. It was a hand turkey, because creativity wasn't really relevant when I was nine.

"Or," said Mike, stretching out the word. "We could just go outside and get a look at the neighborhood? Mom and Dad won't care…right?"

A grin spread across my face. "Right."

Mike and I bounded down the stairs, blowing by our parents.

"Hey! Where are you boys going?" yelled our dad.

"Out!" was our one word response, but by now, our parents didn't question it. They knew were we free spirits. We were also absolutely crazy, but that was a minor thing. Our parents learned to get used to it, and they never said anything, but I think they enjoyed having active kids. It kept us out of their hair.

We reached the edge of our driveway and turned the corner, walking down the sidewalk. Across from us, a girl and boy played with a football, looking over at us every once in a while. Their house was gigantic. It was across the street, big, and fancy, and I was seriously hoping we'd make friends because man, it was a sweet place.

It was a bit cooler than Miami, but overall, the heat was still there. Dressed in cargo shorts, Converse, and a Dolphins jersey, I was still sweating.

"Man, this is gonna be awesome!" gushed Mike. "We're gonna meet hot California girls, go surfing, and the girls! I mean, we are literally in Hollywood, bro."

I laughed. "It's something else, that's for sure. I still can't believe Dad took this job –" I didn't finish though, because an object struck me in the back of the head.

Mike cracked up and we slowly turned around to the side. Across the street, the boy was laughing really hard and the girl was covering her mouth silently. By my feet, was a football.

After a rather expensive looking car raced down the road, the boy and girl crossed over to us. The boy was still cracking up with laughter and the girl looked absolutely horrified.

"I'm so, so sorry, man," snorted the boy between laughs.

"Ohmygod, I'm so, so, so, so sorry, I can't throw a football to save my life! Josh was yelling at me throw it and I can't believe I hit you, holy crap…"

The guy burst out laughing again, dying at the girl's apology. I wanted to respond but my mouth opened and closed like a fish.

The first thing that struck me about the two was that they looked similar, and I'd venture to say they were brother and sister. The second thing that hit me was how gorgeous the girl was.

She had short, straight black hair about to her shoulders. Her skin was a flawless shade of olive and her eyes were dark like cocoa. She was tall, too, nearly my height. Skinny jeans hugged her legs in all the right places, accentuating her curves, and her baseball shirt was tightly fit too. Of course, I didn't really notice all this at first, I was only fourteen at the time. I just thought she was super hot.

She was still going on about how sorry she was. "…don't usually come out to play football with him, but he said we were getting new neighbors and we wanted to see if they had any kids! Clearly they do, I mean, here you are, two very attractive guys. And by that, I mean you're very nice looking! You aren't hoodlums! So we came out to scout out the new folks, not in a bad way, no not at all, and I'm rambling. How's your head feeling?"

The girl stopped abruptly, breathing a bit heavily from the word vomit that just spewed from her mouth. I was looking at her, eyebrows raised, trying to form a coherent sentence, and failing miserably.

Mike jabbed me in the ribs and interjected smoothly, sticking his hand out, "I'm sure he's fine, he's got a hard head. Mike Munroe. This is my twin brother, Alex."

I broke out of my trance caused by the girl and grinned crookedly at the two, giving a little half wave.

"I'm Josh Washington, and this is –"

"Beth. Beth Washington."

I shook the girl's hand with a smile. "It's nice to meet you both," I said.

We released hands after a painfully long handshake and I bent down to pick up the football that Beth had thrown at me.

Unfortunately, Beth had the same idea, and our heads collided together. We instantly shot back up, rubbing our heads, a scowl on our faces. But after seeing each other's identical responses, we both grinned and Beth gestured to the ball. "Go for it."

I chuckled and bent down, grabbing the football and tossing it to Josh. Josh grinned at me and caught it. "Say, how about you guys come on over? It's been a while since we got anyone new on the block. We can introduce you guys to Hannah!"

Mike and I looked at each other, having one of our signature telepathic conversations. It went something like:

Mike: Let's go.

Me: Maybe we should tell Mom and Dad.

Mike: Dude. Second sister, maybe she's hot? Because dibs on Beth.

Me: Yeah, okay. Whatever, let's just go.

We looked back at the siblings. "Let's go," we said at the same time and they gave us a weird look.

"So…twins actually do that?" asked Josh, an amused look on his face.

I shrugged. "More than –"

"– you know," Mike finished.

Josh frowned, looking at Beth. "You and Hannah don't do that, do you?"

"That's our little secret," Beth replied with a wink.

We all laughed and followed them across the street.

The house seemed to get bigger and bigger as we approached it. I lifted my head to take in the massive size of it, when someone fell into step beside me. I looked over to see Beth. She was smirking at me.

"Your house is intimidating," I muttered.

Beth laughed, a melodious sound in my ears. "It seems big from the outside, but it's not as massive on the inside. Trust me, it's not that bad."

"You live there," I pointed out. "You're used to it.

"I do live here," she conceded with a smile, then she bumped my shoulder with hers. "You'll get used to it too."

I wasn't really sure what that meant. Did that mean she wanted to see me more? I was fourteen, I didn't know jack. But I was hoping that was what it meant.

We all stood as a group on the porch as Josh turned around, a massive, shit-eating grin on his face. "Welcome, new friends, to Casa de Washington. Follow closely so you don't get lost."

With that, he swung the door open and sauntered into the house, Mike, Beth, and I in tow.

I nearly choked when I saw the inside.

To the left of us was a massive leather couch facing a sixty-four inch flat screen TV that was mounted on the wall above the stone fireplace. Straight ahead was what looked like a bar scene, and behind, it lead into a kitchen that was about the size of our living room.

"HANNAH!" Josh's loud voice echoed through the large house.

There was a crash from upstairs, loud footsteps, and a girl skidded into view from the hallway to our right, a wild look in her eyes. "What?!" she asked, out of breath.

The girl looked like Beth. Exactly like Beth. Sort of. Her black hair was straight, but it was longer. She had a pair of square glasses with black frames. Her face was narrower than Beth's and she seemed to be a bit taller, but the differences ended there. She wore a pair of short shorts and tank top. She was pretty too, but something about Beth was just…enticing, drawing me in like a gravitational field.

"Hannah, I'd like you to meet Alex and Mike Munroe."

Mike and I shook Hannah's hand. She smiled at me when she shook mine and…blushed? Had she blushed when she shook Mike's? Probably. Mike was a ladies' man through and through.

"Hannah and I are twins, too!" said Beth brightly as she grinned at me.

"Really?" I drawled, "I couldn't tell."

The Washington siblings laughed and I smiled. I could get used to them, I decided.

Omniscient POV

Alex and Mike stayed for an hour or so and the group made conversation. They told them about Miami and how their dad got a job offer in LA and jumped for it. Beth paid attention as much as she could when Alex was talking, but even when Mike gave his two sense, she found her eyes drifting back to Alex.

The guy was cute. Really cute. He had dark hair, a bit lighter than hers, but dark nonetheless. It was cut short and stuck up all over the place, like a fashionable bed head. He had eyes the color of melted milk chocolate that Beth could lose herself in. He was well built too, from what she could see and he had an excellent jawline.

After the boys left, Beth shut the door and turned around to see Hannah and Josh standing there, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, and a smirk prevalent on their faces.

"You think he's cute," said Hannah, not a trace of a questioning tone in her voice.

Beth felt her cheeks heat up, but she just put a hand on her hip and cocked an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific."

"You think Alex is cute," clarified Josh.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes huh."

"Nuh-uh."

"You do!" said Hannah.

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too –"

"Well, you thought Mike was cute!"

This time, Hannah flushed and Beth smirked, victorious.

"No I don't," came her feeble response.

"Oh, c'mon, Han, your face lit up red like Rudolph's nose when you shook his hand!"

"Yeah, well…you still like Alex!"

And that was the conversation. It went on like that for a while, the Washington girls arguing about each other liking their respective Munroe boy and Josh threw in a comment every once in a while. It was normal for them, sibling bickering.

Neither girl ever admitted to thinking the Munroe twins were cute.

But, deep down, the twins knew.

Yes, Beth thought Alex was sweet and absolutely adorable.

Yes, Hannah thought Mike was funny and ruggedly handsome.

No, neither girl knew how much trouble both of them would get them into a few years from then.