AN: I didn't think Emmett would scare as easily so I'm going with something a little tougher. Also this one I came up with myself because it would freak me out if it happened.
Summary: Justin has to come up with something on the fly since Emmett's not afraid of but one thing.
Title: It Wasn't Me
Emmett
It was after one in the morning because after dinner and movies Justin was trying to think of how he could play out the scare that Emmett had said earlier would scare him. Michael was the one that had let it slip before he'd stormed off in a huff complaining as usual about him. He was also bitching about 'Brian's' shower prank. So far it was all still known as Brian's, so it was going well. He hadn't said that Brian was out of town or let on that he was behind all of this. He might have taken Brian's phone away, but he'd put his in Brian's work bag. That way if anything happened, he could call him, or someone could. Though, he might have tried playing a preview prank on Brian when Emmett had been showering. Though he'd been hung up on and told off. He had laughed once he'd closed the phone because as long as Brian didn't realize it was his own phone calling him, he'd be fine.
He had tried the rat in the eggs trick, but Emmett had only laughed at it. The screaming banshee in the medicine cabinet had gotten Michael which had been funny. He'd run out of there screaming that demons were after him. He had asked him what in the world he'd done to Brian to have him get him so many times like that. Michael had been pissy of course saying he hadn't done nothing. He'd gone on and on about how his best friend swore no shower pranks. Emmett had told him that lately Brian wasn't keeping any of those old ways. After all he was living with Justin and even if the man didn't say the words, he loved him. If he didn't give some kind of flying fuck, he wouldn't be there. You would have to be blind not to see how much Brian cared for his baby. Emmett had then proceeded to hug him which he'd accepted. He loved hugs, Brian's were his favorite though.
Michael had left going to his mom's to cry to her about it. That had left Emmett and him to plan ideas for a Halloween party for all of them later in the month. He had gotten the head out of the fridge when Emmett had gone to change, and Michael had been showering. He didn't want it to get broken after the way Michael had freaked out. Daphne would have skinned him alive and he wasn't replacing the thing.
Now, he was lying on the couch wondering how to get into Emmett's room to scare him. He also wasn't sure how he could put it over on Brian without saying Brian's name. He hadn't done that once, they had assumed it was Brian so he'd gone with it. The monster under the bed was on he had to think about. He also had nothing that he could do that one with. Unless, he went under there himself. It was seriously tricky to fake him sleeping on the couch, though. He got up going in the small closet where Emmett had pulled out extra pillows. He found a blanket as well since he'd turned it down earlier. He'd been hot, he hadn't needed cover. He could always say he got cold in the night.
It took time once he had what he needed. Then he went through the bag finding the pack of contacts he'd ordered. He'd given Brian some cash and borrowed his card for them since he'd had to do it online. The local shop hadn't had them this year, but they were glow in the dark demon eyes. He looked in one of the other pockets finding the fake hand he'd thought about putting in the fridge on the milk or juice bottles. He put the contacts in and when he got over to the door he got on the floor.
He carefully opened the door inch by inch until it was far enough open that he could get in. He left it open for when he'd need to escape. The room was dark enough that hopefully Emmett wasn't going to notice. If it went well then, he could escape and then come in as if he'd woken up to Emmett screaming. He had done this many times to Molly and she'd done it to him. He'd nearly peed the bed one year when she did it. He was glad that Emmett had a normal bed and he had enough room to crawl under it. He had laid on his back to get under the bed so he'd be able to use the hand better. He'd peeked seeing that Emmett was on the left side of the bed. He'd gone under on the right and moved all the way over.
It had been slow going, but he had gotten that far into the plan. He could hear Emmett's soft snores and had to bite down on his inner jaw not to laugh. He slowly reached the hand out that was now attached to the stick that could be attached to it to make it longer. He couldn't see anything, but he felt the moment when the hand reached Emmett. He had moved it up a little farther letting the fingers work with the button on the stick. If it went right and Emmett pulled the covers up and looked under the bed he'd see glowing red eyes and he'd hopefully scream. He'd make the sound recording he had turn on and only hope that Emmett might dive under the covers. That would be when he made his escape.
He heard a grunt and felt something hit against the hand. He grinned because Emmett said not now in his sleep. The sounds started amping up to a higher pitch and then there was a crashing sound on the recording. A door slapping and then one creaking open. A woman screaming before the sound of a wolf howling. It was another moment and he felt the bed moving. Then Emmett's voice saying what the fuck. He almost tasted blood trying not to laugh he was biting down so hard on his inner jaw. This was borderline mean almost he didn't want to scare the holy hell out of Emmett, so he started backing out from under the bed. He figured just leave the recording. He could get another tape and if Emmett found it, he'd get it back with the same excuse about maybe they could get Brian back.
The covers were yanked up and he turned his head looking towards where they had come up. Emmett was looking right at him and he froze. He didn't' dare move another inch. It wasn't like he'd be invisible under here, but he was wearing all black. He'd pulled the hoodie up to cover his hair too so it wasn't showing.
"OH fucking hell." Emmett shouted before disappearing from sight. The covers fell back down and Justin started moving. "It wasn't real, it's just fucking Brian who put something under the bed." Emmett said. "I will murder him. I did not see red eyes." He added.
Justin didn't go back to the right instead he moved to the foot of the bed crawling out as quick as he could without being noticed. He could still hear the recordings playing as he made it out of the room. He rushed over to the couch once he dared to stand and dove under the covers. He heard Emmett let out a yell before the door was flung open. He sat up on the couch hoping he looked half asleep. He had almost forgotten about the eyes so he didn't open his own. Instead, he acted like he was rubbing them pulling the contacts free before he looked over at Emmett.
"What is it?" Justin asked.
"I forgot to check under the damn bed." Emmett said. "The ass put something under the bed, and I know there were red eyes."
"Brian's here?" Justin asked looking to see if he was going to come out of Emmett's bedroom.
"NO, at least I don't think he is. Oh if he's in there I'm going to get him so damn good he won't know what hit him." Emmett growled. "Do you have a weapon?"
"No, why would I have a weapon?" Justin asked. "I didn't think I'd need to defend myself in your place from some under the bed monster." He tried to look like he was scared. He wasn't sure if his face was looking the part though.
"Come on, we are going back in there and if he's in there anywhere then he's getting it. He fucking scared the piss out of me almost this year." Emmett grumbled. "Right after I go to the bathroom we are going in there. Come with me, please?" he asked.
"Sure, no problem." Justin said. "If you want, I can go in there and see what it is." He offered.
"I'm not about to let you go alone. We go to the bathroom then we're going to deal with your lover." Emmett declared. "I am going to bring holy hell down on him for that. Three years I thought he forgot, but he waited until I was least expecting it." He said.
"I think you'd freak him out if you said lover to him." Justin stated getting up and following Emmett to the bathroom.
He couldn't believe that he'd gotten away with it so far. He had finally gotten Emmett too which Brian hadn't ever done. He smiled slightly thinking about it as he turned his back to let Emmett pee in private with him still in the room. When morning came, he would have to get back to the loft and cook up a plan for Brian. It had been a job getting five in one day and Emmett in the night. How no one had figured out that it had been him every time he didn't know. When all the pranks happened, he was the one there, not Brian.
"Well, we are going to have words with Brian Butt Face Motherfucking Kinney." Emmett said once he was done. "Let's go see if he's in there and if not I will be calling him. I don't give a damn if it's god knows what time. I wake him up with weird sounds on the phone if he is going to pull this prank on me." He said.
Justin was glad he had the phone turned off in his backpack as he followed Emmett who had a hold of his hand. They weren't going to find anything, but the recorder so nothing would incriminate him at least.
~TBC~
EN: Up next is Brian and Justin's got a little help on that one. It will be the last one because I have decided to write the gang's revenge as a separate story. I have someone giving me some ideas later tonight so want that to be a sequel of it's own.
