Bro's Play

Summary:

A story of obsession. How lust drives a man to desperate and mystical means and the consequences suffered by those involved. BRO IS CHUCKY. What else do ya need? Child's Play Spoof. A/U where BPS did not happen.

Triggers: Pedophilia, Major character death, Detailed descriptions of killings, Violence, Gore, Alcohol abuse, Physical violence, Stalking, Obsession, Mental instability.

Pairings include BroEdd and EddxEddy


Author's Notes:

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Chapter 8:A Bro Believer


For the first time in nearly a week, there's a sense of peace within the cul-de-sac.

After reconciling the night before, Edd finally feels comfortable with his best friend again. Coming down to breakfast with a smile on his face, greeting the family cheerfully and engaging in playful banter with said friend. Eddy, it seems, really has gotten the message regarding his behavior as of late. The aggressive actions he'd been implementing have stopped. Granted, he's still flirtatious — still presses Edd's boundaries a bit too much and gets a little too close — but it's not as…'mean'. There's no more hateful words and painful grips to his wrists and upper arms.

Even as they leave the house to meet up with Ed near the woods, the doll held securely in Eddy's arms, Edd finds himself at ease. The ugly toy barely bothers him in his pleasant mood.

"It's a beautiful day, ain't it boys!" Eddy announces as Ed comes within earshot.

"It certainly is," Edd giggles, glancing at the sky obscured with clouds, "At least for the time being…And I imagine you have plans for this lovely day as well, yes?"

"Sure do," Eddy confirms, "We're gettin' back on track today. I gotta scam in mind that'll make us rich as hell!"

"Do tell, Eddy!" Ed gasps, hopping around excitedly.

"Okay, boys," Eddy shoots him a smirk, "Here's the plan. First, we—"

"Cease your lollygagging, Jonny-the-Wood-Boy!"

They turn to find the source of the sudden shout and spot Rolf approaching them as he leads Jonny to the woods. They spot the familiar blue Urban Ranger attire on the two (and Plank) and assume there's some 'Ranger business' that's to be done. Eddy glances between the doll in his arms and Edd before shoving the toy into Edd's arms.

"Here, Sockhead," he mumbles, "Hold onto this for me, will ya?"

"Wha…why?" Edd stutters, trying not to grimace too much.

Eddy scoffs; "As if I'm gonna let Kevin's lackey see me with that thing…"

Rolling his eyes, Edd sighs, but doesn't argue against the blatant hypocrisy. Instead, he adjusts the doll in his grasp as Eddy approaches the boys.

"Hey there, Stretch!" Eddy greets in as smarmy a tone as he can manage, "The Urban Losers out for a stroll?"

"Your constant mockery of the Urban Rangers has no effect any longer, Smooth-Talking-Ed-Boy," Rolf retorts cooly.

"Oh yeah?" Eddy sneers, "Hey, where's the third stooge to complete the picture?"

There's a drastic, visible change in their mood as the Rangers frown a bit.

"Jimmy couldn't make it…" Jonny mumbles back, holding Plank a little closer for comfort.

"Yes, Boy-Jimmy is still quite distraught," Rolf explains, folding his arms across his chest, "and could not accompany the Urban Rangers on this outing."

Eddy's grin falls in response to that. It hadn't occurred to him that Jimmy was still grieving, though he's not surprised. Jimmy worshiped the ground Sarah walked on; of course, he'd be even more traumatized by her death than perhaps her own brother. Edd steps forward, his brow furrowed.

"Um…S-So what are you two up to this fine day?" he asks, hoping to change the subject.

Jonny cocks his brow, grinning a little; "What're ya carryin' around a doll for, Double D?"

Edd falters a little, his cheeks turning a light pink. He searches for a response, but it would seem that Jonny isn't actually looking for one as he starts muttering to Plank instead.

"Who just carries around a hunk of wood, huh Plank?" he snickers.

That earns a weary sigh from Edd, who allows the matter to drop there, instead returning his focus back to Rolf, who seems to be interested in answering his earlier question.

"The Urban Rangers are venturing into the woods to hone our survival skills," Rolf explains, "Particularly in foraging and tracking."

Eddy heaves a laugh at that; "Ya think that's wise, Rolfy-Boy? Ain't ya scared of the big bad killer on the loose?"

Edd nudges him with his elbow, nodding his head towards Ed, who already looks distraught by some of their conversation regarding Jimmy's grief. Eddy sighs, backing down a bit.

"I'm just sayin', I dunno if you guys can handle goin' out there."

"Oh ho!" the son of a shepherd laughs, "Rolf detects a challenge from the No-Neck-Ed-Boy! Perhaps you would like to join the Urban Rangers on this trek and prove your merit?"

Eddy sizes him up, grinning.

"Alright, sure," he shrugs, "Let's see what you got, Stretch."

Glancing in the direction of the woods, Edd finds himself more than uncomfortable with that notion. However, it would seem that the others don't share his unease and, without another word, the boys venture forth.

The cluster of trees and leafs above them cast them in intense shadow, with only the barest of light peeking through. Unnerved, Edd clings tighter to the doll in his arms for comfort.

Rolf leads the way, boasting about his skills as he points out certain tracks and identifies the creatures that made them. Ed, it would seem, is enthralled by his words; drinking them in eagerly, along with Jonny, who's begun taking notes. Eddy, of course, is less amused, and rolls his eyes in disinterest. He turns to Edd to find him looking back towards the cul-de-sac, only to find the trees behind them. Eddy glances back as well before nudging him.

"S'matter, Double D," he hisses, "It ain't like you to be afraid of the woods…"

Edd shrugs; "I'm not afraid of the woods, Eddy…" He adjusts the doll in his arms. "Something just…doesn't feel right…"

Eddy scoffs softly; "C'mon, Sockhead. Rolf may be a sucky Ranger, but he ain't gonna get us lost or nothin'…"

Edd shrugs a little, lowering his eyes to the ground; "We've also gone a little farther than I would've liked…"

Eddy opens his mouth to suggest a flirtatious offer to hold his hand, but is interrupted as Rolf suddenly stops, his eyes locked on the ground. The Eds follow his gaze to a few splotches of red liquid on the ground near a large grouping of bushes.

"It would appear a hunting has taken place recently," Rolf murmurs, leaning down to study the spots.

"Oh dear…" Edd quivers, "What could have left that?"

Rolf doesn't respond, focused instead on the blood.

"Rolf is not sure…" he trails off as something catches his eye.

Beneath the bush, he catches sight of a hand, limp and lifeless on the ground. Ignoring the fear freezing his chest, he rises to his feet and moves closer to the bush to push the foliage aside. His breath catches in his throat, but he can make no noise in his horror. Eddy steps forward.

"What'd you find, Urban Doofus?" he scoffs, drawing closer to the sight, "A dead bird or…some…thing…"

He trails off when he spots a figure on the ground. Stiff, pale limbs amidst the dirt and crawling insects, half covered in leafs. A pool of blood has collected beneath the body, soaking into the earth, the torn clothing, and the curtain of golden blond hair. Cold dread settles in his belly as his gaze meets with May Kanker's empty, unseeing eyes. Her mouth is open from her final scream; her big buckteeth nearly resting in the dirt.

"Eddy?" Edd asks softly from where he and Jonny are waiting, "What did you find?"

Eddy's eyes are locked on the corpse, his breathing shaky; "Shit…"

"What?" Edd asks, taking a step forward.

As though on instinct, Rolf, holds his hand up towards him to stop him.

"Come no further!" he commands.

Shivering, Edd steps back again, hugging the doll tight. He watches Eddy intently, waiting for any response from him. Finally, Rolf steps forward, following a trail he must have spotted. Eddy starts mumbling softy to himself. Biting his lower lip, Edd shakily steps toward him.

"Eddy…?"

"They're gonna kill us…" he utters under his breath.

Edd furrows his brow; "Who are you talking about…?"

He's halted in his words as his eyes fall upon May's body. The doll plummets from his grasp as his hands shoot up to stifle the scream that threatens to escape him.

"Dear lord!" he cries, his voice shaking with tears.

"What's wrong, Double D?!" Ed gasps, moving to step towards him.

"No-no, Ed!" Edd cries, turning and waving his hands, "Y-You and Jonny stay there!"

"Why?" Jonny pouts.

"Just stay there," Edd insists, "Wait for Rolf to come back!"

He hears Eddy start mumbling to himself again; "Lee n' Marie are gonna go berserk when they find out…"

"That will not be a problem, Ed-Boy…" Rolf replies, his breathing running ragged in his horror.

"What do you mean, Rolf?" Edd gasps.

Rolf gives him a concerned look, debating on whether or not to share this new discovery.

"No-Neck Ed-Boy, come forward," he instructed, "Brainy Ed-Boy, keep Jonny-the-Wood-Boy and Oafish Ed-Boy at bay."

Edd nods, glancing back at Ed and Jonny. While he moves towards them to try to talk them, Eddy moves towards Rolf, side-stepping May's motionless body. As he nears the son of a shepherd, he discovers the meaning behind Rolf's response.

Behind him is the bloody corpse of Lee Kanker. Eddy feels nauseous as he looks at her. Her red-orange hair is dripping red and, upon closer inspection, he finds out why. Her bangs have been pushed back to expose her eyes, or rather, what's left of them. Blood has poured down over her right eye from, to Eddy's horror, the gaping hole that was the left. A long, jagged trail leads down her cheek from the hole where her eye once was, where more blood has trickled down to the right side of her face. Eddy takes an unsteady step back, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Ed-Boy…"

He winces a bit at that. Jesus, what now…? Glancing up at Rolf, he finds him to have walked farther away, near a clearing. He's not looking at Eddy, his focus instead directed in front of him.

"What'd ya find now, Rolfy-Boy…?" Eddy asks shakily.

Rolf doesn't answer, gripped by terror. Cringing, Eddy approaches him, his hands shaking and his legs weak. The nausea increases ten-fold as he steps near enough to view the clearing in its entirety. Bloody entrails are wrapped around the trees and draped over branches, which all lead to the middle sister. Eddy bows his head, desperate to avoid looking at the mangled corpse before him. That's where she's been…that's why they couldn't find her…

"My God…" he gulps, "W…W-We gotta find someone…"

"Yes," Rolf agrees, "We must return to the cul-de-sac immediately." He turns to the others. "Jonny-the-Wood-Boy! Ed-Boys! We're going back!"

"What's going on, Rolf?" Jonny asks, "Double D won't tell us!"

"Rolf will relay the information later," Rolf retorts, leading the way, "We must abscond from this place at once!"

He places his hands on Jonny's back, ushering him along. Eddy meets with Ed and Edd, grabbing the doll and pulling it into his arm.

"C'mon," he grumbles urgently.

"What happened…?" Ed whimpers as he's led away.

Eddy glances back, swallowing his unease.

"Let's just say…" he gulps, "Our Kanker problem's been…solved…"

"Eddy!" Edd hisses, "How can you say it like that?!"

"How else should I say it, Sockhead?!" Eddy snaps back under his breath.

They share a look towards Ed before Edd reluctantly gives in, sighing.

Finally, they re-enter the cul-de-sac. The clouds that had littered the sky have begun to cluster, coming together and blocking the sun. They follow Rolf as he searches the lawns, looking for any nearby adult. In Eddy's yard, they spot Tony on his riding mower, taking care of the grass before the rain.

"Dad!" Eddy screams, running a little faster.

Tony glances up at the boys running towards him and furrows his brow in confusion. Concerned, he shuts the mower off and steps down from it.

"What's going on?" he asks as the boys reach him.

Eddy stoops over to catch his breath.

"I-In the woods!" he pants, "Th-The Kankers! They…Th-They're!"

"Spit it out!" Tony snaps.

"We found their bodies," Rolf explains.

Ed emits a lout gasp, covering his mouth. Jonny's eyes go wide, reacting no further than stunned silence. Tony seems to share a similar response.

"What're you talkin' about?" he demands, grimacing at Eddy, "This better not be another one a yer jokes, boy!"

"Dad, I swear!" Eddy assures him tearfully, "We found all three of 'em! Lee, May, and Marie! Their bodies are just lyin' there all bloody and…a-and Marie…She…I…"

Panic takes him and he can't finish. Tony looks between them and the horror on their faces before taking a deep breath.

"Okay…" he breathes, "You boys get inside…I'm gonna call the police." He looks between Rolf and Jonny. "And yer parents…" He pauses, licking his lips in contemplation. "And Tammy…"

He strokes his beard, mumbling under his breath something about how the sister's mother will react to this news as he ushers the five boys inside. They gather in the living room.

The three Eds sit, huddled on the couch. Jonny's found a nice armchair to curl up in, mumbling to Plank about what he's just heard. Rolf, meanwhile, paces back and forth in front of them. He gnaws on his nails, unsure of what else to do with his hands as his mind reels. This information isn't in his Urban Ranger handbook. Of that much, he's sure.

There's no discussion between them as they sit and wait for an update.

It feels like ages before they hear any word. A knock at the door startles them. By the time Tony returns to the living room, rain has begun falling outside. He's also accompanied by a couple of policemen.

"The cops are here…" he announces, wincing as he recognizes the redundancy of his statement.

One of the officers steps past him to address the boys.

"I need one of you boys to tell me what you saw," he states, withdrawing a notebook, "And someone to take us to the scene."

Tony turns to him; "Sir, with all due respect, these kids have already seen enough. Can't you guys use some of yer dogs er somethin'?"

"Rolf will show them," Rolf states suddenly, startling them.

"You don't have to do that, kid…" Tony assures him.

"Rolf will show them."

With that, he begins walking toward the door. The cops glance at Tony.

"Stay here with the rest," they inform him, "We'll send this one back with another officer when we get the information we need."

Tony nods in understanding and the men leave, following Rolf from the house.

And then there were four.


Rolf returns roughly fifteen minutes later, an officer behind him. While Rolf rejoins the boys in the living room, Tony addresses the cop to talk to him and is escorted to the kitchen to speak in private.

"Rolf…?" Jonny mumbles.

Rolf shakes his head.

"What all did they ask you?" Eddy asks softly.

Again, Rolf shakes his head. Clearly he's through talking today.

Tony walks back in a few minutes later, choosing to address Rolf and Jonny first.

"Alright…yer folks are on their way to come pick you up," he explains, "The cops don't want any of you kids outside without an escort." He turns to Ed and Edd next. "As for you two, yer folks want you to stay here for now."

The boys nod to show their understanding of what he's said, but look no less lost and confused in general. Tony looks among them, unsure himself what to say to comfort them. He doesn't want to leave them alone after what they've seen, leading him to stand by uncomfortably.

Rolf's Nana and Jonny's mother arrive soon after, looking distressed. Jonny's mother, a woman who would likely identify herself as an 'earth child' of some sort, rushes over to Eddy's father.

"Tony, is it really true…?" she asks under her breath, hoping the children can't hear her as she touches the man's arm, "Was…Was there really another…?"

"Yes," Tony answers, "The boys saw it with their own eyes and the cops just confirmed it."

"My God…" she mutters, covering her mouth. She turns to Jonny. "Come on, sweetheart. We need to get you and Plank home right away."

Swallowing his fear, Jonny nods and rises to his feet, cradling Plank like a child. Offering an anxious wave to the Eds, he follows her from the house.

"Come along, Rolf," Nana commands, "We must be away."

Rolf hardly looks up as he turns to her; "Coming, Nana."

He doesn't even look at the others either as they leave, his head bowed. Only the Eds remain now, sitting in their huddle on the couch. Tony looks over them before sighing a bit as he rubs his forehead.

"Eh…" he clears his throat a bit, nodding to Eddy, "Yer, uh…Yer mom'll be home soon…Why don't you three head to Eddy's room in the meantime…?"

Eddy nods, sliding off the couch and to his feet. Ed and Edd follow wordlessly, shaking. Tony watches them scurry away, sighing. He can only imagine what's going through their fragile little minds. Something as horrific as that…He shakes his head a bit, approaching the couch to sit down himself.

It's then that he notices the doll leaning against the armrest. He grimaces a bit. It's an unsettling sight, to say the least. Eerily similar in appearance to his oldest son. He wonders, as he gazes upon it, why Terry would have sent it to Eddy at all. Before he'd left, Terry had only reacted with hostility towards his younger brother. Why now would he be at all interested in reconnecting in some way?

As he looks at the figure, he notices its would-be gaze locked on Eddy's room. That's another thing…Eddy's behavior as of late has been more than concerning. Demanding privacy, constantly clinging to that stupid doll…And he's been acting out towards his friends too. He's noticed that Edd's become more than a little uncomfortable around him. He grimaces in disgust, yanking the thing up by it's wooden arm.

"Alright, Terry," he grumbles, "You've got some questions to answer."

He heads to his bedroom first, making a beeline for the drawer of the bedside table. After Eddy had shown him and Janine the doll, she'd been sure to find the packaging it'd been delivered in among the trash. Said she was thinking about contacting Terry at some point — maybe go out to visit him. Regardless, it at least gave him a lead to find him.

With the address in hand, he storms out to the garage, nearly running into Janine and the groceries in her arms. She hadn't even put the garage door down yet.

"Oh!" she gasps, "Tony, sweetheart? What's going on?"

"'M goin' out," Tony informs her, stomping past her to the car.

"Wh-Where are you going?! I thought you said we were asked to stay home?"

"I gotta take care of something," he explains, rubbing his forehead, "Just keep an eye on the boys till I get back, okay? And don't let them leave the house."

She sighs in response; "Alright…Well, just be safe out there, okay?"

Tony nods, opening the driver's side door and throwing the doll into the passenger's seat.

"Dinner's at seven."

"Don't worry," Tony waves, sliding into the driver's seat, "I'll be home in no time."

Without another word, he shuts the car door behind him and revs up the engine. She waves him off as he pulls out of the garage and takes off away from the cul-de-sac. He drives in silence, eyes focused intently on the road. Every so often, he glances at the doll in anger.

"I dunno what you did, Terry…" he sighs, "but I'm puttin' a stop to it. After everything else that's happened here…I'm not gonna let whatever it is you did make things worse."


The drive feels longer than it probably is. His clock suggests that it takes a couple of hours before he finds the city from the address. Gotta be close. He passes through an odd little town first. Not a lot of people, not a lot of homes or shops. But it's quaint enough. He wonders, as he passes, why Terry would have come to live here.

He finds the trailer about fifteen minutes after that, sequestered away near a wooded area. The faded aquamarine of the whale-shaped trailer is only partly visible under layers of rust and neglect. The grass is overgrown and unkempt and the mailbox is overflowing with unopened envelopes and parcels. Clearly Terry's not been takin' care of the place…After parking the car, he grabs the doll and steps out to approach the trailer.

He starts pounding his fist on the door; "Terry! Open up!"

No answer. With a grimace, he grabs the door handle and gives it a twist. To his shock, the handle gives and the door opens with ease. He steps inside and peeks around. No lights on. He ventures further inside.

"Terry?"

Still no answer. Setting the doll down on the kitchen table, he walks into the hallway, flipping on the light there. He looks into the first room on his left. Bathroom: empty. He moves on to the next room, this time on his right. Bedroom: also empty. A closed door on his left; closet.

"Terry?"

He continues to the final door at the end of the hall. Another bedroom, but not quite as empty as the others. Terry's still not here, but he finds something far more disturbing. The walls are covered in photographs. He grimaces a bit as he notices that Eddy's friend Edd is the focus of each one. Where did Terry even get these? The photos, he also notices, are mangled and cut up specifically so that Edd's the only thing left in them. Among a few others that have Terry's face pasted to them somehow, drawing the man to cringe in disgust.

Something else catches his eye, though. On the floor, he finds dozens of candles, all melted away into wax puddles. In the middle of the floor, an odd symbol can be seen in white paint. He bends down to inspect it, brow furrowed. He's never seen anything like it. Shaken, he rises to his feet again, looking around wildly.

"Where the hell are you, Terry?!" he demands under his breath.

He storms back out of the trailer. Maybe he's out back? With that in mind, he races around the back of the trailer.

He freezes when he spots what he's looking for. Shakily, he approaches a pile of dirt, thrown haphazardly over a motionless figure. It doesn't take much to recognize the lifeless face of his son.

Sickness washes over him, sending him to his knees. The sobs come before he can stop them.

"Oh God!" he cries, covering his mouth.

Lost in his own grief, he blocks out the rest of the world. How am I gonna tell Janine…? How am I gonna tell Eddy…? How am I gonna deal with this…?

"Why…?" he manages through his uneven breath.

"Ahem…"

Through his sobs, he nearly doesn't hear the throat clearing behind him. Brow furrowed, he sniffs back his crying and turns. His eyes grow wide. A few feet away from him stands the doll. The eyes that he'd believed incapable of sight, are now staring straight at him with a smug intensity that can only be matched by the curl of a wicked grin. And in its wooden grip is a knife.

"Hey dad…"

Tony's blood runs cold at the voice that comes out of the doll's mouth; the voice of his son.

The wooden grin somehow grows wider; "Long time, no see, ain't it?"


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