~CHAD~

I thought to myself about how in my father's day, Mickey House would have been packed with promising, rich, athletic, handsome guys hoping to be a part of Delta Iota Sigma as a means to better themselves, and maybe even just rub their accomplishments in someone else's face. Seeing these new-money, trust fund babies and affirmative action, free ride, school loans, full scholarship parasites populate the house made me feel like a lesser Charmington. Were these the only people I could attract, or was the old-money class an extinct race? Would I actually have to consider some of these people my equal?

SCREAM KINGS

PART 4

"WHO TURNED ON THE FIREPLACE?!"

"Chad you seem tense." Doug said as the three of them sat in Mickey House's common area. The pledges had escaped from Chad's grasp and now pigged out in the kitchen. Chad turned to Doug and punched him dead in the stomach for interrupting his inner monologue.

"I suddenly feel less tense." The Mickey House president said as Doug slumped to the floor.

#2 sat on the couch tweeting. "Your Chadness, weren't we supposed to do the knight in armor prank?"

"My girlfriend needed the original suit last minute and I couldn't have another one made in time. At the very least the suit I ordered should come tomorrow and we can set something up for Halloween next month." Chad explained.

"So what's the first thing we'll do, Your Chadness?" #4 climbed onto the couch.

Chad pressed two fingers to his forehead as he pondered. "We gotta scare these shits somehow. I-I don't think they fear me yet…" Chad said somehow sounding insecure.

"What do you have in mind?" #2 looked over. Chad quietly pondered some more for a minute. A dark grin dressed his handsome face.

"DUKEY!" He called down the housekeeper.

In the kitchen, the frat boys were going through the fridge and cabinets with plans to make buffalo chicken dip.

"Who knows how to make this shit?" A tan, broad shouldered student with short reddish-brown hair in a sweatband said sitting on the counter.

"Junior, didn't you Google the shit?" A hairy hulk of a young man with black hair and blue eyes said to his identical twin.

"Junior Jr., I thought you Googled the shit." His twin replied.

"I pulled out all the ingredients I remembered." Gaston Jr. said.

"Does this place even have an oven?" The redhead said as he sat beside the oven.

"I thought you could make it in the microwave?" Gaston III voiced.

Carlos and Jay sat at a small table on the side of the room. The two were unsure where to go since their stuff was still in their dorm but they were told not to leave Mickey House yet. The two were bored out of their minds though, and utterly annoyed by the fratboys.

"We haven't even gotten accepted yet. This is so stupid." Carlos crossed his arms and rocked in the wooden chair.

"Still think this plan is worth it?" Jay said arm deep in a bag of spicy chips he found in the kitchen.

Carlos put the chair down correctly now. "No parental supervision here at least."

"That is a plus." Jay rubbed his foot on Carlos's ankle from under the table.

"Hey." A friendly voice said, startling the boys.

"Hey." Carlos said apprehensively to the sandy haired boy in front of them.

"Um, so that kid in the glasses over there keeps asking me if I'm into necrophilia and I don't like to kink shame but that's like really creepy and um…you guys seem a tad more normal so I thought I'd introduce myself…to you guys...haha." The cute boy said earnestly.

Carlos looked at Jay then back at the green eyed boy. "Okay…"

"I'm Ben." The boy smiled.

The boy with long dark hair smirked. "Jay." He shook the young man's hand roughly, leaving barbecue flavored dust on the boy's hand. "You got some soft hands dude."

"Baby lotion." Ben said happily wiping some of the dust off on his jeans. He then turned to the white haired boy.

"Carlos." The short boy shook his hand. "Carlos De Vil."

Ben's eyes widened. "No way. Are you like, Cruella De Vil's son?"

"Yes." Carlos sighed. He then raised one of his dark, well-trimmed eyebrows. "Not a lot of heterosexual guys know that name though."

Ben blushed and let out an embarrassed giggle. "I'm not much of a fashionisto myself, but my dad did have an ex who was obsessed with your mom's brand. The whole time he dated her, she made everything in the house black, white, or red."

"A real Cruellan huh?" Jay grinned.

"You said it." Ben rubbed the back of his head.

"That's what they're called now?" Carlos squinted his eyes, repulsed.

"Check ma's twitter some time Carlos." Jay said.

"I'll pass. After that spike of followers she got last year after being arrested for animal cruelty, all she does now is post selfies with stuffed Dalmatians. It's weird."

"Didn't those charges get expunged because of lack of evidence?" Ben furrowed his brows.

"Yeah and cus well…money." Jay confessed.

"She's still a frickin' nut." Carlos sat back.

Ben looked at the two. "So, Jay you call Cruella De Vil 'ma'? You and Carlos must be old friends huh?"

Carlos chuckled. "No, Jay's my foster brother."

"I'm also ma's best model. I mean look at me." Jay flexed. "I'm a walking Adonis."

Carlos put his finger on his temple. "Please stop."

"Well it's great you guys get to go to school together." Ben said honestly. "It's kind of a bummer being an only child."

"If your parent uses you as a mule, or as an excuse to write a memoir, it doesn't matter how many of you there are." Carlos rolled his chocolate eyes.

"Is Cruella that bad?" Ben asked, his eyes concerned.

"He's being dramatic." Jay shook his head. "It's his thing."

"Shut up." Carlos glared. "So what's your mom like Ben? She can't be worse than ours."

"Oh uh, my mom died when I was a baby." Ben said, noticeably killing the mood. "It's nothing. Haha." The other boys were still quiet though. "Guys please don't make me feel like I made things awkward."

"No. I'm sorry." Carlos said. "I mean our mom is literally the devil…"

"But at least she's around y'know?" Jay said.

Ben began thinking of the faint memories he had of the dark haired woman he never got to know.

Chad #4 barged into the kitchen. "OKAY BITCH MEN. BACK INTO THE LIVING ROOM."

The hulking fratboys sent the scrawny Chad death glares. Chad #2 stepped in from behind Doug.

"Gastons you fat fucks get in the damn living room!" Tyler yelled.

"Screw you Grass!" Gaston III yelled at #2, but in a joking manner.

Junior leaned on his brother. "Don't think just cause you're a starter that the two of us can't pound you into the ground, Grass."

"Yeah I'm sure you'd love to pound me." Tyler winked at the twins. The jocks howled, Doug unsure of what was happening. The Gastons slapped Tyler's back on their way out the kitchen.

"Hugh, that goes for you too, you juicehead." Tyler said to the beefy redhead.

"Hey just cus I'm built like a Greek God doesn't mean I have to juice up you know." Hugh's blue green eyes became sad.

"We know you're dad's an Olympian athlete dude. It's a joke." Tyler pat the other jock's shoulder.

"Oh." Hugh laughed but was probably still confused. He fist bumped Tyler then left the kitchen.

"Why do they like you so much?" Doug looked at the other Chad.

"Football."

"Oh." Doug nodded to himself.

"Hey, you three! Out the kitchen, now!" Chad #2 yelled at the trio of boys around the small table. Behind them tiptoed a bespectacled boy with brown hair.

"Haha, you guys totally know I'm a pledge too." The skinny boy who was creeping Ben out earlier said. Tyler looked at Doug then back at the boy.

"…Uh, of course you are!" Chad #2 said unsure.

"Now get the hell out there!" #4 tried to keep his voice from cracking.

Back in the lounge, the Chads sat back as Chad Charming interviewed the pledges.

~Chad~

The Gastons along with Hugh were simple meatheads. Nothing of note other than their daddies' wealth and maybe their athletic prowess. I'm not sure what #2 sees in them…

"D-I-S! D-I-S!" The muscle heads began chanting, even though not a single one of them have been accepted yet.

Then there's this skinny dude with greasy brown hair wearing offensively round glasses. He looked really cold and doesn't smell too good.

"I'm Zack. Zack Thatch." He wanted me to shake his hand but I knew better. He then began asking me about necrophilia. I don't really know what that is, but I know I don't need to continue this conversation with him any further.

"I mean I've never done it but I've read stuff about people lowering their partner's body temperature to mimic a corpse's. Now that shit sounds hot!" He actually said…so I pretend he didn't.

Next there were two other scrawny dorks pledging. They were beside one another. One's pretty short, had glasses, and is Indian or something, so I guess he's smart.

"I'm Reza." The Indian held out his weirdly small hand. "I'm sure you can guess this, but I'm a genius. And everyone knows girls love smart guys. But you know what girls like more than smart guys?" I tried not to humor him. "Frat guys." He winked one of his big creepy eyes.

Then there was that unhealthily pasty guy beside him…is he holding a doll? I looked at this scrawny kid, he was wearing a black shirt with a skull on it. Oh my god he has braces too…

"Sid." He lisped... "And I know what you're thinking but it's a schuper intricate replica of-" He droned on about some nerdy shit. "So that'sch why it'sch not a doll." He smiled and I could see inside that metallic monstrosity he called a mouth.

Finally I saw those three. My flawless intuition told me instantly that they would be a problem.

A super handsome racially ambiguous Taylor Lautner looking dude.

Some plain guy who had…green eyes. Fuck me. I don't even have green eyes.

And finally…him.

"Carlos De Vil."

"I know who you are. We met at my sister's fashion show a few years back that your mother was so kind as to sponsor."

Jay stepped up, "Oh yeah you're Elise's brother. Woah dude, she is fiii-" Jay started but Carlos warned him with his eyes to shut up. "-full of energy and life."

Chad narrowed his eyes. "And you are?"

"Jay. I'm Carlos's brother." The handsome devil grinned.

"Sure." The president then faced the sandy haired boy.

"I'm Ben Beast." The pledge said respectfully.

"Real green fricking eyes." Chad mumbled under his breath.

"I'm sorry?" Ben furrowed his brow.

"Nothing. You actually seem…normal. I like that Bryan." Chad nodded to himself.

"Ben."

"Bagels." Chad turned and stepped in the middle of the living room. As soon as he was out of hearing range, Carlos faced Jay.

"Did you screw Elise Charmington?" Carlos whispered angrily.

"We may or may not have gotten gross in her dressing room." Jay looked away.

"Dude she was like 15!" Carlos howled.

"Well so were you." Jay shrugged, Carlos blushing again, but in an angry way.

Chad cleared his throat. "So we had a super cool, scary ass way to whip you bitch boys into shape, but some things changed."

"...when the Fire Nation attacked." Jay snickered, Ben and Carlos chuckled with him.

"So here's a new approach. DUKEY!" Chad howled toward the hall.

"Dukey?" Jay said confused as a short weasel of a man scurried into the living room in an old fashioned butler get-up.

"This is Dukey. He is my slave. For the rest of the year, you bitches too are my slaves." Chad stated. "When slaves misbehave, what happens to them Dukey?"

Dukey's eyes were fearful as he opened his mouth to answer. "W-well they-"

"Don't just tell!" Chad stomped toward Dukey. "Show." He gestured in the direction of the grand fireplace.

Dukey nodded and ambled toward the stone wall. Chads #2 and #4 held the doors to the hearth open as the short man lowered his head and sat in the base of the chimney.

"Shut the doors." Chad smirked. The Chads complied, locking the door. "See here, you disrespect me-"

"You'll make us sit in a dusty unlit fireplace." Carlos crossed his arms. "We see that Chad."

"You shut the hell up De Vil. Also, you don't get to call me Chad." He stepped toward the shorter boy, Jay watching him closely. "You peasants will call me King. THE KING OF MICKEY HOUSE."

"Your Chadness." #2 said.

"Wait a second." Chad said still glaring at Carlos.

"No, Chad!" Doug exclaimed.

"#4 WHAT DID I-" Chad Charming then gasped. The fireplace was in fact lighting an ember, instantly catching the old butler suit ablaze. They could hear Dukey now pounding on the door, crying to get out. "UNLOCK THE DOOR YOU IDIOTS!"

"It automatically locked! And you said we're not allowed to touch the remote!" Doug whined.

"Shit!" Charming took a tiny brass key out of his pocket and ran to a console table on the side of the room. He unlocked its little drawer and grabbed the remote, pressing the unlock button to the doors of the electronic fireplace.

After the Chads undid the manual lock, the doors burst open as a wailing, bloody and charred Dukey crawled out of the fireplace. The boys squealed. Dukey reached for Chad, who was still at the end of the room. The servants's face was mostly burned off, making the whites of his brown eyes stand out. Dukey stared at the boy he had served since infancy, until he finally stopped moving for good.

Chad Charming stood in place, silent. The Chads and pledges stared at the burnt up Dukey and then at their president.

Chad's face twitched, "WHO TURNED ON THE FIREPLACE?!"

"H-how could it just turn on?" Chad #2 looked at the president.

"It only works when there's a timer. The only way to set the timer is this remote. Who the fuck touched my remote?" Nobody answered the president though.

"Well Chad, if you're the only one with a remote, it kind of seems like you meant to kill the butler." Carlos voiced.

"I DIDN'T KILL DUKEY!" Chad said hysterically, trying to make sense of the situation. He was quiet for a while as the pledges examined Dukey's badly burned body in horror. Chad looked up now. "We did."

"We? Whose we?" Jay asked.

Chad moved his finger in the direction of everyone in the room, including himself. "We killed Dukey." He said unnervingly.

"No. You did." Carlos said again.

"Well we're sworn brothers now. My sin is you all's sin." Chad stated. "And if you all want in on DIS, we're all cleaning this up." He walked toward the group now. "Let's be realistic, if I go down, I can get off because I'm rich. If you all are pinned, you're fucked and Mickey House will be shut down, and you're all going to jail for murder. Forever!"

The group of pledges decided to weigh their options.

"WE NEED TO COOL THE BODY'S TEMPERATURE!" Zack cooed excitedly. "Ya know, so it doesn't stink."

Chad actually followed the advice and told them all to drag the body into the deep freezer in the garage. They dragged the body as far back as they could where it was coldest.

"So Mickey House men, as our pact states, we don't talk about the body and we don't tell anyone about the body." Chad told them.

"What body?" Zack shrugged.

"Now you're getting it, Kid Creepy." Chad pointed at the strange boy.

"A nickname? Just for me? Thank you your Chadness." Zack ogled at the president now, causing him to take a step back.

Ben stepped forward. "Okay I can't be quiet anymore, this is really, really terrible and I don't want to go to hell. I was just in confession last week and I told God I wouldn't be too crazy in college but now I'm an accessory to a murder and I'm freaking out." The green-eyed boy hyperventilated.

"Oh calm down Bill. It's just a dead body." Chad rolled his hazel eyes.

"My name's Ben..."

"Biscuits." Chad shrugged dismissively.

Sid raised his hand but didn't wait to be acknowledged. "Are we gonna embalm the body? It'll kinda be like a life schized action figure. Accept not opposchable of course." Sid laughed and laughed until he realized no else was.

"Well I'm going to go wash off this sin." Carlos left the freezer with Jay behind him. Jay turned to yank Ben away from the body as he wouldn't stop staring at it. The rest of the Mickey House pledges left as well.

Chad yelled behind them "A pact is a pact is a pact!"

When it was just the Chads now, Charming turned to his cohorts and huddled with them.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Chad Charming grit his teeth.

"Just tell people our deep freezer's broke." #2 shrugged. Chad nod his head, wondering if that would work.

"No, then someone will call to get it fixed." Doug spoke and the other two looked at him. "Think about it. We're the only ones in the house. As long as we all know not to talk about it, no one will know."

"#4 that's the…wait...you're right." Chad stood upright, feeling a bit more relieved.

"We could do a Dexter and chop the body up." A voice said. The Chads turned and saw that Zack was still hanging around the meat locker, sort of caressing the hanging beef.

"What the hell are you still doing in here?!" Chad hissed.

"I wanna help." Zack said. "We just need a hacksaw." He shrugged.

Chad ignored all that and turned to Doug. "Ya know what, #4 you actually had a good plan for once. Good job." He then head for the garage door. "I'm going to bed now. Good night dickheads." He left with a smile.

The Chads looked at one another, then at Zack.

"Hacksaw. Construction bags. Dexterrrr." Zack sang but the Chads left before he could entertain the idea. "It's a good plan!" He followed after the Chads, leaving Dukey's charred but freezing corpse alone in the deep freezer.