ch3: Vengeance comes in from of a mustache.

"I'm going to stab you til repentance!" Said Theodore trying to catch, his way faster brother, while running at him with a toy sword.

"It wasn't on purpose! The gun fired itself" Luke looked behind and jumped, just dogging the sword coming for his head.

Seeing his brother doge again he stopped and this time walked behind a tree while breathing deeply.

Luke, who was looking at his brother all tired laughed at him, "I won! You can't catch me!" Only for him to pale after seeing Theodore grab a bow from behind the tree.

Theodore looked at his brother and smirked. He might not have the stamina for running around, but his aim was legendary, an art form itself.

He pointed at his frozen brother, the bow tensing like the air that his trembling brother was breathing, and shoot.

"No!" His brother yell while jumping to his right, only for his foot to catch into a string that Theodore had made before the hunting.

Seeing his falling brother, he walked towards him while laughing, "Kukuku—You can't escape for me, my dearest brother!"

Luke look into Theodore's eyes, and with a trembling voice asked, "Y-you trap me? how?"

Theodore pointed his arrow at his brother, there was no point in wasting time explaining to the dead.

"Any last words, child?" He asked, giving his blood one last chance for parting words.

Luke closed his eyes. Only to open them with a scowl and said, "It was me! I was the one who draw a moustache in your last painting! HAHAHAHA"

Hearing the words of betrayal coming from the youngest of the family. Theodore closed his eyes for a second. And this time tensed the bowstring with all his might, "You shall repent in hell brother!"

Luke's world froze for a second, he could see the hand of Theodore freeing the arrow into his face. His chest was tight with shame, and anger, wanting to scream. But before he could, he heard the voices of the angels.

"LUCAS! There is enough shooting for the day! Stop!"

Hearing the voice of his mother, he quickly inclined the bow, making the arrow fly towards the trampoline, only to bounce into the ground.

Looking at his mom, dad and Alex. He wanted to complain about Luke painting a moustache on his painting, but his mom interrupted by asking Phil, "How many weapons did you buy those kids?"

Phil shook his head, "Only the pistol honey."

Before Claire could say anything, Alex interrupted, "Theodore made it himself."

Claire wanted to ask about how his thirteen years old made a plastic toy bow by itself. But she had more concerning things in her mind, "Stop calling him Theodore! His name is Lucas! And is a wonderful name!"

Alex shook her head, "Not possible. He is the one who gives me money for my books." There was no way that she would lose her book-buying money.

Before she could ask about what book money she was speaking about. Theo-Lucas interrupted her.

"Mother! The kin's slayer needs to be punished!" Said Theodore with righteous indignation and trying to make her mother forget about bribing his twin with book money.

"I didn't slay any king! I only shoot Alex!" Luke yells at Theodore. But a second later he cover his mouth. "That was a lie! It was the gun! It wasn't on purpose!"

At this moment, Alex who was behind Claire and Phil, exclaimed to his parents so they could punish him, "Luke shoot me. Do something!"

"I didn't mean to." Said Luke with a sad face that didn't convince anyone.

"He draws a moustache on my painting!" Exclaimed Theodore.

"Are you okay?" Asked Phil to Alex.

"No." Said both Alex and Theodore at the same time.

Alex send a look to her brother and then said to her mom, "The little bitch shoot me."

Hearing the word bitch. Both Phil, Luke and Theodore chuckled.

"Language!" Said Claire sending a pointing look at Alex.

"They're only plastic BB's," Phil said trying to placate his daughter and wife.

"It was an accident." Said Luke this time trying to put on a sad look that make him look as if he was constipated.

Claire looked at the little liar and then at her husband and asked, "What did I tell you would happen if you got him a gun?" She then pointed at Alex who was still caressing her arm and said "Deal with this."

Phil nodded his head and while pointing his finger at the still on the ground Luke said, "Buddy, uncool."

"That's it? That's-" Seeing that Phil didn't know what else to do, she shook her head, "No, no, no, no. The agreement was that if he shoots someone, you shoot him."

"And we draw a moustache on him!" Said Theodore only to be ignored again.

"We were serious about that?"

"Yes, we were." She responded while nodding her head while walking inside the kitchen.

Once inside she said to Phil, "And now you have to follow through."

Hearing that he was about to be shoot, again, Luke started to cry, "I-I'm so sorry."

"Liar." Said Claire. Making Luke stop crying and start sulking.

Claire looked at Phil and wave her hand at him, "Go."

"He's got a birthday party." Said Phil not wanting to shoot his buddy.

"What's more important here, Dad?" Asked Alex with determination in her voice.

'Not my painting' Thought Theodore.

Remembering Luke's party, Claire went to see the calendar, and said, "You can shoot him afterwards. He'll be home at 2:00."

Phil shook his head, "I can't shoot him at 2:00. I'm showing a house at 2:00."

"What about 3:00?" Asked Alex wanting to see his brother being shoot.

"No, he's got a soccer game at 3:00." Said Claire.

"And then-"

"Oh, we gotta leave for that dinner thing at 5:00." Interrupted Phil.

"4:15. You could shoot him at 4:15." Pointed Claire at the only space in the calendar.

"Yeah, I guess that works for me."

The whole family nodded their heads, while Claire wrote the time, "shoot Luke."

Phil looked at Luke and shrugged, "Sorry, dude. It's on the calendar."

Luke went away from the kitchen while exclaiming, "Oh, come on!"

Seeing that all of the family was leaving the kitchen, Theodore sneak into the calendar to look at a good time when he could paint a moustache on his little brother. After all, if it was on the calendar it needs to be done, right?

"Stop. You are not giving your brother a moustache!" Said Claire startling Theodore.

Hearing his mother, he complained, "Ho, come on! He is going to be shoot anyway!"

His mom shook her head, "I'm the one who that then needs to convince your brother to wash away the moustache." Before he could complain she said with a pointing look, "Remember the beard?…Two weeks. I had to clean him by force!"

He sighed with disappointment. There was no meaning in doing a punishment that Luke would enjoy anyway.

******A/N********

First of all, Shut out to CultivatorReader and HiTherefic. You guys are the inspiration for making this novel.

So, I don't know when I would upload more chapters, probably never as I'm extremely busy with my work.

I would probably write every day, but doing the editing and proofreading? That is boring and it takes me more time than writing the chapters.

Anyway, I wanted to say something before you keep reading the novel. This is Sitcom style fanfic, meaning that people would make weird and a lot of times, bad decisions or 'unrealistic' like edgy readers like to say in WN. heck I'm still thinking if I would have some comedy magic series in here or not.

Anyway, this is a slice-of-life type of novel, so don't wait for any action, a supper business type of novel, not even a wish fulfilment one. There are going to be breakups, there are going to be realistic relationships, and there are going to be mistakes. Especially since Lucas (The MC) Is pretty dumb except when it comes to artistic things. . I'm trying to write a human character with all the flaws that this brings.

And yes, he is going to have relationships, he is going to have breakups, he is going to have one-night stands and all the things that 'normal' people pass through in life.

The last thing, the length of the chapters is based on the chapter situation itself. Sometimes they will be longer and sometimes shorter, I like to publish at a length that doesn't cut the story in awkward places. But it all depends on what is happening. Though most of them would be more than 1k, probably.

Hope that you like the novel, and if you have any writing advice, real writing advice, or something that goes beyond 'I like I don't like I'm always welcome.

English is not my first language and I learned by myself by consuming media and books. So I probably suck at writing, so any advice is welcomed. Also before you said anything, I'm using Grammarly already, but it is not as omnipotent as I wish it was.