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:
DuoXKouga: Here we are, the finally chapter for this story. It's been a joy to bring you all another fic and soon, we'll have more fics as well. We have a sequel that we are currently tweaking and we'll be working on that while my co-writer also has a fic she's gonna be doing as well. We will keep you all updated!
Battygirl: And here we are at the end. I hope you've all enjoyed this story so far. It was a joy to work on when we could. Stay tuned for more fics from the two of us in the future. Also, my cowriter alluded to a fic I'm working on myself that is connected to this one in a way. It will be something of a spin-off that will be much darker. The premise is basically, what if Bro decided not to drink himself to death and instead chose to go get what he wants. If you're at all interested, by all means, let us know in a review. I don't have any release date in mind just yet, but it'll hopefully go up soon. Maybe around Halloween. Anyway! For now, enjoy this final chapter and please don't forget to leave a review on your way out. Thank you all again for reading.
Chapter 11: "The End, Bro!"
Finally, the car pulls up to the run-down trailer. The dread that had settled as a cold, dead weight in Eddy's belly is radiating throughout his body as he looks for a place to park. He leans a bit too hard on the accelerator, causing them to lurch forward a bit harder than he'd have liked. He swerves to miss the trailer, ending up near the backyard. Still panicked, he stomps his foot on the brake, bringing the car to a sharp stop. The doll quickly puts the car in park before Eddy can cause any more damage before shooting him a smirk.
"Good job, Pipsqueak," he sneers, "Ya managed to get us here without killin' anyone."
Eddy refuses to look at him as Terry turns back to Edd.
"Alright, Princess," he purrs, unbuckling the boy, "Let's go take a tour of our little love nest, shall we?"
"Ehh…" Edd glances towards the trailer, hunching his shoulders, "If it's all the same, I believe I'd rather…stay here in the car…"
Terry chuckles; "That's adorable…" The laughter diminishes in seconds as he whips the knife back out. "Get out."
With a shiver, Edd follows the command, opening the car door and slipping out. Terry clears his throat, drawing Edd's attention back to him. The doll has his arms spread towards him, waiting to be picked up. Edd sighs, but reluctantly leans in to pick him up. Terry eagerly latches onto him, relishing the feeling of being held by his Princess.
In the car, Eddy's watching the display, grimacing in disgust and worry. He glances back to the wheel, trying to brace himself. He spots the button to open the trunk. Licking his lips, he covertly opens the door with one hand while opening the trunk with the other. If Ed's even still alive back there, maybe this will at least give 'im some air…
He steps out, walking around the car. It's then that he notices something in the backyard. Something that makes his heart drop further than it already has.
"D-Dad…?" he gasps, racing forward.
"Eddy?" Edd mumbles, glancing back toward him.
He spots Eddy rushing toward a figure lying on the ground and he gasps, covering his mouth with one hand.
"Oh my…"
Eddy falls to his knees beside his father's corpse, his tears masked by the rain pelting his face. Tony's body is a mess; covered in blood and angry wounds. His lifeless eyes stare blankly at the sky.
"Dad!" Eddy sobs, burying his face in the man's chest.
He hears Terry laughing behind him.
"Looks like daddy had a lil accident…" he mocks, "Serves him right. That's what he gets for tryin' to come between me n' my Princess."
Eddy looks up, distracted momentarily by his brother's words, before he spots the other corpse not ten feet away. His eyes grow wide as saucers at the sight of his brother's body and he can hold it back no longer.
Turning away from both bodies, he starts vomiting.
"Suck it up, Pipsqueak," Terry grumbles, "We got shit to do."
"H-How could you do this?!" Eddy sobs, "How could you kill our dad?!"
"Same way I did in those bitch ankle biters from the cul-de-sac."
"What…?" Edd gasps.
Eddy's jaw drops; "Y-You…You did that?"
"They left me no choice," the doll shrugs, glancing up at Edd, "They put their filthy hands on my property. I had to take care of 'em."
Gritting his teeth, Eddy scrambles to his feet to charge toward Edd, his eyes locked on the doll.
"Son of a—"
"Ah-ah-ah…" Terry chides, holding the knife to Edd's throat.
Eddy skids to a halt a few feet away, his eyes wide. Terry glares at him.
"I don't want to hurt him, Pipsqueak," he warns, "But I will if you keep stallin' like this. Now get in the fuckin' trailer. I'm gettin' the hell outta this body." He snickers a bit, glancing up at Edd. "And into him…so to speak."
Eddy cringes a bit, but relents, bowing his head. Without another word, he trudges back around the trailer to the front door. Edd follows, quivering as he clutches the doll tight in his arms. The door is open, flapping in the wind, but refusing to shut. They enter, looking around the abode uncomfortably.
"To the bedroom, Pipsqueak," Terry orders, "That's where I got it set up."
Eddy feels his extremities tingling in fear as he leads them down the only hallway. They pass a couple of rooms before coming across the bedroom in question. As Eddy flips on the light, he's struck with horror.
Every last picture plastered on the walls. He recognizes them all. He remembers taking each of them and sending them along to his brother. It's only now that he can see the breadth of just how much he'd fed into Terry's obsession.
"Aint it the prettiest sight you ever did see?" Terry asks as Edd enters the room.
If Terry weren't clinging to his neck, he would have plummeted to the ground as Edd's arms go slack in shock. The doll chuckles, stroking Edd's cheek.
"Y'like it, Princess?" he breathes, "My little shrine?"
He finally lets go and hops up onto the bed, turning to him again. Gleefully, he grabs Edd's wrist and yanks him forward onto the bed. Edd sits up on his knees, gazing around in awe. He's drawn from his terror as he feels something metal slap across his wrist. When he looks back, he finds his wrist trapped in a handcuff. The other end is attached to the headboard.
"Wh-What?" he breathes tugging at the manacle.
"Bought these a while back…" Terry explains, petting the back of Edd's hand.
"Dare I ask…?" Edd grumbles.
Terry chuckles; "Of course, I didn't go through with it…but I did have a plan in mind to come get you…Was gonna use these to help…'persuade' you to my side. But now I can use 'em to keep you still while I take care of a little business." He turns to Eddy. "Speaking of which, it's about time I get outta this body, Pipsqueak." He points to the symbol on the floor. "Get down there. Now."
Eddy glares at him, clenching his fists; "No!"
Terry grits his teeth, clutching the knife tighter. Keeping his eyes on Eddy, he points the knife at Edd, moving it close to the boy's neck.
"Do it, you little shit," he commands.
Eddy's eyes narrow; "You ain't gonna do it." He motions toward the photos. "Clearly, he's way too important to you."
Terry growls low under his breath, his hateful look intensifying. He shoots Edd a regretful grimace before lowering the knife. With another glance at Eddy, however, he instead slices across Edd's lower arm, drawing the boy to cry out in pain. He grabs the bleeding wound and Terry slashes at that arm as well. He turns back to Eddy, looking angrier than Eddy's ever seen him. He holds the bloody knife towards his brother.
"Get. On. The circle," he snarls, trying to ignore Edd's whimpering.
Shivering, Eddy reluctantly follows the command, walking towards the symbol on the floor. Terry, meanwhile, turns back to Edd, cupping his cheek.
"Forgive me, Princess…" he coos, "I'll kiss it better when I'm in my new body."
To add emphasis to that promise, he leans up to place a chaste kiss to Edd's lips. He chuckles, at the grimace he receives.
"I can't wait to actually feel that…" he purrs, patting Edd's cheek, "Now, be a good boy and sit tight."
Terry turns back to Eddy and hops down onto the floor. First thing's first; he's gotta light the candles. Grabbing the matches, he walks around Eddy, lighting each one carefully. While he does this, Eddy glances back at Edd from where he rests on his knees.
"Before this…starts…" he mumbles, "I just…wanna say I…I'm sorry, Double D…For all of this…"
Edd quivers on the bed, covering his mouth.
"M-Me too…" he whimpers.
With the candles lit, Terry steps back. He spots a bottle near the bed — one of many he'd left lying around — and grabs it. Grinning wickedly, he steps toward Eddy.
"Well, isn't that cute," he begins coolly, "Some fitting last words…But now we're gonna get crackin'. It's finally time to make yourself useful, little brother."
Eddy doesn't respond, glaring down at the symbol. He waits a moment, wondering when exactly Terry's going to begin, but that thought is interrupted as something collides with the back of his head, making everything go dark.
"P-Please!" Edd begs, struggling against the restraints, "D-Don't do this!"
"Pipe down, Princess," Terry snaps back, glaring at him as he throws away the broken bottle, "This'll only take a second. Then we'll get down to the good stuff."
Edd watches in horror as Terry places his hands on Eddy and rolls him onto his back. One hand rests on Eddy's forehead; the other on the boy's chest. With that, he begins reciting a chant under his breath in a language Edd can't understand.
Edd returns to his efforts of struggling against the handcuffs. He can't just sit here and watch! His breathing grows uneven as Terry's chanting gets louder and louder. It occurs to Edd in his panic that there may be a key in the bedside table's drawer. He fumbles with the handle, his hands shaking as he searches blindly for it.
A sudden scream brings him from his search and he turns to the door. He's shocked to see Ed barreling through the doorway for the doll. Terry turns to him, sharing in Edd's shock before Ed's foot collides with his middle. His back hits the wall as he's flung away and he hisses a curse for his inferior form. Gritting his teeth, he gathers himself and scrambles to his feet, retrieving the knife that had fallen to the floor.
"Ed, run!" Edd screams desperately.
Ed gasps, stumbling back and falling to the bed. Terry advances on him, stopped only as Eddy groans to reveal he's begun to recover.
"Dammit…" Terry growls.
He hops up onto the bed his eyes crazed and unfocused, before jamming the knife into Ed's shoulder, trapping him against the wall. Edd shrieks in horror, but cannot move to stop him. Feeling satisfied enough as Ed stops moving, Terry turns back to Eddy, returning to the circle.
"Hold still, Pipsqueak," he warns, "You're gonna lay there and give me the body I need. Then you n' those anklebiters'll rot in hell where you belong. While me and my Princess live happily ever after."
"Y…Y-You're sick, Bro…" Eddy whimpers as he's shoved down flat on the floor.
Terry ignores that and begins the chant once again. On the bed, Edd's tugging the knife from Ed's shoulder, sobbing.
"Ed!" he cries, "Ed! Speak to me!"
Ed's eyes blink open weakly and he glances at Edd. His breathing is shallow and Edd's finally noticed the blood that's soaked the front of his clothes.
"Ed," Edd sobs, "S-Stay with me, please!"
Panting, Ed glances at the ritual happening on the floor. He weakly drags his body up, stumbling over to the doll again. Before Terry can react, Ed picks up the struggling body and holds him at bay.
"Eddy…" he mumbles drowsily.
Eddy's eyes begin to focus and he glares at the doll.
"Break it, Burrhead," he orders through his teeth.
Without waiting another moment, Ed throws the doll against the wall again. Ed starts stomping on him before Terry can recover. One of the glassy eyes pops out of the wooden skull. His arm is dislocated. Even his head is broken off
Finally, he just lies there, unmoving. Ed stumbles back, panting heavily. He falls onto his backside, holding his chest in pain.
"Ed!" Eddy gasps, crawling over to him, "Y'okay, buddy?"
"No…" Ed grunts back, crying, "I hurt, Eddy…"
"D-Don't worry, Ed…" Eddy breathes, helping him to his feet, "We're gonna get you some help."
He turns to Edd, who's returned to his search for a key to the handcuffs. Eddy opens the drawer a bit more, allowing them to finally find it. After unlocking the cuffs, Edd throws his arms around Eddy, sobbing.
"Eddy!" he cries, "I-I'm so sorry."
"No! No!" Eddy sighs, returning the embrace, "I'm sorry, Double D. None of this woulda happened if it wasn't for me…I'm sorry I put you through this."
Sniffling, Edd starts to slowly calm down; "I'm so glad you're okay…"
"Me too…" Eddy mumbles, sighing softly as he pulls away from the hug, "C'mon…let's get the hell outta here. We gotta get Ed to a hospital." He glances down at Edd's arms, cringing at the sight of the bloody gashes. "You too…"
With a nod, Edd allows Eddy to rise from the bed. Grateful that Ed's awake this time, Eddy helps him to his feet, allowing Ed to lean against him for support. Edd rises shakily from the bed, following his friends as they leave the room.
He glances back from the doorway, his brow furrowed. He feels…violated as he looks over the pictures. As though he'd been spied upon for the past few years without any knowledge. A shiver races down his back and he turns away again, holding his arms to comfort himself.
"Hey Sockhead!" Eddy cries, "Check 'n see if my brother has any bandages or somethin' we can use for Ed till we get to a hospital!"
"O-Of course!" Edd calls back, walking down the hall and searching through the rooms he comes across.
He finds the bathroom and heads straight for the cabinet above the sink. A box of small bandages. Not nearly enough for Ed…He moves on to the cabinet under the sink. Eureka! He grabs the first aid kit and straightens up again. With the kit in hand, he walks out of the bathroom and to the front door.
Just as he passes, however, he's stopped by a figure stepping in front of him. The battered form of the doll stands between him and his escape, glaring up at him as he holds the knife towards him. His eye is still missing and one of his arms is hanging from its socket. His jaw has been dislocated and his head bobbles some on his shoulders.
"Just where do you think you're going?!" Terry demands, his voice sounding slightly garbled after the pummeling he took, "You're mine! I ain't about to let that little bastard take you away from me!"
Edd looks around for Eddy, opening his mouth to call for him. Terry steps toward him, swiping at him with the knife and startling Edd. He drops the kit as he stumbles backwards into the trailer. Terry follows, slamming the door shut behind them.
"Get back in that bedroom," he commands, backing him further into the trailer, "Yer gonna get back in those handcuffs and wait for me to take care of that moron once and for all. Then, you're gonna watch me take Pipsqueak's body for myself. And finally, finally you're gonna lie back while I fuck yer brains out. And yer gonna love every fuckin' second."
"P…P-Please!" Edd begs, nearly backing into the wall at the end of the hall, "D-Don't do this! J-Just let us go!"
"Fuck that!" Terry roars, pointing into the room, "Get in there, you little whore! Now!"
Reluctantly, Edd reenters the room, his head bowed. Terry pushes him, urging him into the room faster. Edd cries out as he trips, falling to the floor beside the bed. As Edd turns himself onto his back, Terry leaps onto him, straddling his waist. The eye remaining in his head is manic as he grins wickedly down at the boy.
"All this time of waiting…" he growls, lowering the knife and fitting it under the hem of Edd's shirt, "I wanna see all of you."
He drags the knife up, cutting the shirt off of Edd's body. Edd gasps, trying to close his shirt back.
"S-Stop!" he begs.
"Won't be much longer before that dipshit bleeds out," Terry breathes, "Might as well have some fun while we wait for that."
Edd screams, hoping Eddy will be able to hear him. Terry grits his teeth, raising the knife.
"Hold still, dammit!" he yells, ready to bring the knife down.
Eddy's own screaming interrupts him and, before he can stop it, he's thrown off of Edd with a frying pan that Eddy uses to strike him with. Eddy stares at the doll for a moment, panting heavily. When Terry starts to move again, Eddy releases another war cry before running at him again, wielding the frying pan like a bat. He strikes over and over again, hoping beyond hope that it'll be enough to stop the doll.
When Terry lies motionless again, he spots the knife laying a few feet away and grabs it. He sees the eye move to focus on him, glaring hatefully in his direction.
"F…Fuck you, Bro!" Eddy spits, bringing the knife down and digging it as deep as possible into the doll's chest.
He pants heavily, waiting for a long moment for the doll to do anything else. When nothing happens, he turns back to Edd and races to his side as Edd tries to cover himself.
No words are exchanged between them as they look at each other. Nothing needs to be said. Eddy helps him to his feet and rushes him from the house. Back to the car and making sure to grab the first aid kit lying by the front door as they pass. Edd clambers into the back seat where Ed's lying, groaning in pain. Eddy climbs into the driver's seat, his hands shaking terribly. Edd's no better as he retrieves a roll of bandages to begin wrapping around Ed. Eddy adjusts the mirror a bit as he starts the car.
Taking one last tearful look at his father's corpse in the backyard, he puts the car in reverse and pulls out. After putting the car in drive, he takes off, never once looking back.
End
DuoXKouga: Thank you all so much for being with us for this fic. We will be back with more fics soon enough, but until then, BYE-BYE!
