AN: This is the final chapter of this story. A sequel will be coming for the revenge that is gotten on Justin. I thought all his pranks could be done in this one. Emmett's and Brian's are my favorite that Justin did. This is another one I came up with myself.
Summary: Brian gets home and has a note about a linking sink. What he finds is not what he was expecting at all.
Title: It Wasn't Me
Brian
Brian had gotten back hours earlier than he thought he would. It was light traffic thankfully, so he walked into the loft without having anyone know. Of course, he hadn't been able make a call because his phone had been here and he'd some how ended up with Justin's. He could have used it, but the thing was fucking possessed he could swear. Five times the thing had rung at different times and a fucking person had been either breathing or making fucked up sounds on the other end. He'd finally turned it on vibrate and not bothered with it again. Justin seriously needed the number changed if this was what happened to him with it on. He'd remembered him complaining about it being prank calls before he'd left.
He dropped his over night bag on the stool and his laptop one he sat on the counter. The loft was quiet, but he knew that didn't mean anything. If Justin was asleep, he was quiet as a mouse. It was one of the few times he was quiet. When he was lost in his art was another time. Both times he could watch Justin and not even realize it. He shook his head walking through the loft to see if Justin was in the bedroom asleep. It was early in the day, but they had taken naps in the middle of the day after sex before.
When he didn't find Justin there he went towards the bathroom just to make sure. He noticed the closet slight ajar, but ignored it. Why on earth Justin would be in there hiding he had no clue. Justin wasn't anywhere to be seen so he walked back into the kitchen going over to fridge and getting something out of it. He turned the water up drinking it and then closed the door back. It was when he saw the note on the fridge in Justin's handwriting. It said that there was a sink leaking so he had shut the valve off before he left to stay at Daphne's for the weekend.
"Lovely, no Justin and a leaky sink." Brian complained. He'd been hoping to get Justin in bed for a midday round of perfect sex. All the guys he'd been with, Justin was the only one that really could satisfy him. He'd never say that out loud to anyone though.
He hated working on shit, but if Justin had turned the valve off he couldn't take a shower. He wasn't sure which one he would have cut off or he'd done all of them. So he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a flashlight to check under the kitchen cabinet first. He wasn't sure why Justin would have turned this one off. Then again, he hadn't said which sink was dripping the kitchen or the bathroom ones. He pulled open the door and let out a scream because some kind of white ghost monster thing came out at him screeching.
"Muahahahaha." The thing screeched at him and came right at him. "I already had your roommate you'll be next." It started laughing in this awful child like voice which was even more sinister.
Brian scrambled away dropping the flashlight until he connected with the kitchen counter. "Fucking hell, what in the world." He said as ghost looking thing. It's eyes were even glowing a demon color red. He put up his arms to make sure it didn't get him shutting his eyes. When he opened them again it was gone. "It couldn't have been real. That shit's not real, who in the hell?" He asked the room because no one was there.
The loft was once again quiet and the only thing he could hear was his heart hammering in his chest. He sat there for a few minutes before he got up off the floor. He grabbed the flashlight and looked around the loft. There had to be some kind of explanation for what had just happened. He was the one that always did the scaring, and no one had gotten him. There had been a close call once by Emmett, but he had acted like it hadn't really phased him. When it had come close to being fucking shit his pants moment. He'd never live it down, so he didn't admit he was scared for a hair of a second.
He refused to admit Lindsay had made him pass out from that real spider. She had never said anything about what she'd done so it wasn't real. This time though who ever had fucking planned this had done their job well. If anyone was hiding, they would have heard the scream he let out. The dead probably heard the scream he let out. He was glad that he hadn't shit or pissed himself. Thankfully he hadn't done that since he was a kid.
As he started walking through the loft it was like the child laughter was coming from all over. When he got to the bathroom flipping the light, he saw the mirror when he turned towards the sinks to see if anyone was hiding there. The mirror had words written in red that were running down it. That hadn't been there when he'd first come in here. The words were, 'you're next, Brian.'
"Then come out and face me." Brian shouted looking back the way he'd come.
He hadn't bothered with the bedroom light, but he was wishing he had now. He went over to the mirror touching it and saw it was paint. It was not blood like it was looking like when he first saw it. He let out a growl before leaving the bathroom getting ready to step into the bedroom the closet right there swung open and he was collided with for a moment which had him dropping the flash light. He wasn't quick enough to grab ever who had done it. If the wall hadn't been behind him he'd ended up in the floor. They took off running full speed ahead and he thought they were going to crash into the loft door until it opened up.
When it did, he couldn't see anyone there, but someone had to of opened the damn door. He took off after them, but when he got downstairs to the exit there was too many people on the street to figure out who the person had been or who had opened the damn door for them. He was going to get ever who had done it that was for sure. He couldn't believe that after all of these years he had been taken down. Though he played some not too scary pranks for the most part not wanting to be out right horrible. He always let Vic off with the remote-control rat. Debbie he dropped hints that he was planning something any day. However, Lindsay, Michael, Melanie and Emmett were fair game. He had gotten the best one on Ted the year before. Though the man had pulled an early one on them with the whole overdose and the waking up while he'd been fucking the guy weeks back. He wasn't sure if he was up for a good scare yet. He had been trying to think of a plan for Justin too. However, if they had all teamed up to get him this year he was going to return the favor.
"Brian, I have a fucking bone to pick with you." Emmett said coming up to him punching him in the arm as hard as he could.
"Mother fucking hell." Brian said holding his arm glaring at the man. He had a bigger problem than Emmett being pissed for some reason. "Not now, Honeycut. Someone was in the fucking loft when I got home. Did you get some child I don't know about in the last few days? I didn't think I was gone that fucking long." Brian said.
"Gone, what the hell do you mean gone?" Emmett asked. "No one knew you were out of town. Justin said he hadn't seen you because he'd stayed with Daphne and his sister night before last. Last night he was at my apartment where I thought you fucking left shit under my fucking bed to scare me." Emmett said crossing his arms tapping his foot.
"I told Justin to let you all know I wouldn't be here this weekend. I had to leave because of a fucking client and my boss was too fucking sorry to do it himself." Brian stopped thinking for a moment.
"So you weren't the one that was scaring all of us?" Emmett asked confused. "Justin never said you were gone. He said he'd…" He started but was interrupted.
"Hold the hell on, how tall is an eight year old?" Brian asked. He had seen the littlest Taylor one time so he couldn't remember.
"I don't know, what does that have to do with the pranks?" Emmett asked. "You could have set them up some how before you left."
"Because, Justin's sister is eight years old and you just said he was with her Friday night. I was gone, Emmett. Whatever the hell you think I did I did not do it. I didn't know I was leaving until Friday at seven p.m. when I was called. Cynthia can fucking tell you I was with her all day Friday and the last two days as well." Brian said. "It wasn't me."
"Justin acted like he didn't even like this kind of stuff." Emmett said. "OH my god, baby fucking played us. Oh baby is good, baby is really good." He said. "I think Justin has out played all of us and topped you as well. You looked like you'd seen a ghost when I walked up. Did he get you as well?" He asked with a laugh.
"No, his sister is the one that got me. You, however, are going to tell me everything that the evil genius did." Brian said taking hold of Emmett's hand. "I'm going to need details on how I plan on paying Justin back. How we can all pay him back." He smiled the wicked grin he kept for these occasions.
"I like your idea, you know we should also find out if we can borrow his sister if she scared the hell out of you." Emmett said pulling free of Brian's grip, but following him back to the loft.
He was surprised that Justin was the one that had done this. His sweet innocent baby boy wasn't sweet and innocent at all. Justin had a dark prank side and he loved it. Maybe the following year he could get him to help him with plans. Though he was going to have to help Brian get the little devil back. The little monster under the bed had almost made him piss his pants.
"I think we're all going to want in on this one." Emmett added. "He pulled the shower scene on Michael kind of." Emmett said before explaining what had gone down. He would not be apologizing to Michael though.
"And he didn't figure out it wasn't me?" Brian asked. "You all think Justin's too fucking innocent, which was how he did all of this. I even let my guard down." He was so fucking proud of Justin even if he planned on getting him back.
~THE END~
EN: okay so I have decided to post the getting back at Justin as a separate story because that one I couldn't figure out and I asked for help. I feel the person helping should get some credit for it. So that's why I'll have their ideas in a separate one so I can tag them or dedicate to them. I hope you have all enjoyed these chapters. Thanks in advance for reviews and kudos. I have more stories planned for the next week or two. Happy Halloween month. October is my month.
