A/n: Before you very smart people go running to the coments like "acktually, you can't lock a closet door from the outside🤓🤓🤓" that's exactly why it's called fan FICTION ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

For @whatever23t thank you!!!

It wasn't that the twins were bored, necessarily. They had plenty to do. They just figured that they may as well spice their Saturday up with some pranking.

Unfortunately for both of them, Virgil was their first victim. Yeah, not the brightest idea to pick the person who's very petty and hell bent on revenge, but hey, it would make the day a whole heck of a lot more interesting.

Their prank was to completely change up Virgil's room. They replaced the black spider curtains with princess ones, took out his dimmed purple light bulbs and replaced them with ones that would light up the whole room, and began to paint the room pink.

But they made a huge mistake—one that they didn't even realize until they heard their names being screamed from across the house.

"ROMAN! REMUS!" They heard Virgil's shrill, outraged yell and immediately began to giggle. What they didn't realize though, was that Virgil was actually pissed. He wasn't just upset or frustrated, he was angry.

"You. Got. Paint. On. My. Tim. Burton. Posters" Virgil gritted out.

Oh.

Oh no.

"V—Virgil, calm down" Roman said quickly.

"Calm down?!" Virgil asked, "calm down?! Those were limited edition—do you know how many of those were made?!" He asked as he began to smack Roman.

"Do you know how many of me were made?!" Roman cried as Virgil tried to murder him.

"One too many, in my opinion" Virgil growled, slowly inching closer to them.

Both of them put their hands up in surrender and slowly backed out of the room. What they didn't realize, is that they were headed straight towards an open closet. Virgil, however did notice and when they were close enough, he shoved both of them with his arms, before closing and locking the door.

The twins banged harshly on the door, "hey!" They screamed in unison, listening as Virgil cackled. They heard footsteps pounding in the other direction, and when their screams for freedom weren't answered, they both assumed he had ran away.

Remus felt his vision going away, replaced with a blurred wetness. His lungs just wouldn't fill with oxygen no matter how many gasps of breath he took in. It was so cramped and he was trapped and couldn't get out, and it was dark! He couldn't see Roman, he couldn't even see his hands in front of him, the only light was coming out of the crack at the bottom pf the door, and he—

He felt a hand on his shoulder, "Remus!" His brother exclaimed, and it sounded like it wasn't the first time he'd said it, "Remus, just calm down!"

Remus barked out a laugh, "oh, ye-y-yeah why didn't I think of t-that?! Have you ever considered becoming a therapist, because I think you just single handedly cured my claustrophobia!"

"You asshole, i'm trying to help you!" Roman shouted, before calming his voice when Remus flinched, "i'm sorry, look—just, take slower, deeper breaths, okay? Like this" he demonstrated, over exaggerating his breathing and doing hand motions.

When Remus had calmed down, he leaned against the wall and sighed, "thanks Roman."

"You're welcome" Roman said awkwardly.

Remus wanted to sink in a hole and die, not because his brother had helped him from a panic attack, no, but because he had to pee. And it hadn't come on suddenly—he was actually just about to go and use the bathroom before Virgil started yelling for them.

He figured he might as well not even bring it up. There was no way that Roman could help him with the situation anyways, so he didn't really see a point. Besides, he'd bothered Roman enough.

Both of them eventually decided to get out their phones to pass the time instead of just awkwardly standing there doing nothing.

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"Remus, I know that you're uncomfortable, but can you maybe stop moving around so much?" Roman asked, "we're like, really close together and stuff and you keep stepping on my foot."

  Remus jumped. It had been hours and their phones had died, "Oh—sorry, sorry sorry sorry" he said quickly, stilling his movements. He hadn't even realized he had been fidgeting until it was brought up, but now that he stopped doing it, he realized how much he needed to do it to keep himself from making a huge mess of himself.

He realized that a little bit too late though, when he felt a quick, hot leak of urine shoot into his underwear. He gasped and shoved his hands between his legs.

"Remus?" Roman questioned, "what's wrong?!"

He only received a whimper in response.

"Remus, it's dark, I can't see you! Answer me!" He casted his eyes down to the floor when he saw a small, growing puddle with the help of the light from underneath the door.

He also heard a harsh hissing sound and a horrible smell. He let out a gasp of his own when he felt a warm wetness against him. Remus was peeing on him, "Remus" Roman said carefully, "are you...wetting yourself?"

His response was a choked sob.

"Remus, it's okay, I swear—"

"No it's not!" Remus wailed, "I'm so sorry! It's so gross!"

Roman grabbed Remus's shoulders, "maybe a little, but there isn't that much of it on me!"

"Oh my go—it's on you?!" Remus screeched.

"Remus!" Roman cried in frustration, "i'm not upset, I—"

All of a sudden they were blinded when the closet door opened. When their eyes finally adjusted enough so that they could blink, they were met with Logan, who just sighed and reached behind Roman. He took a broom out of the closet, "just another Tuesday" he muttered before walking away.

"It's Saturday" Roman muttered, causing Remus to giggle.

They stood in silence for a few seconds, before Roman walked out of the closet. He spoke before Remus could, "don't start, I can practically hear the self deprecation from here. Now, you need to get a shower and stuff, so i'll deal with the mess—"

"No!" Remus squealed, "no, I can clean it—"

"Remus, this will be a whole lot easier.
Please, just let me help you?" He asked.

Remus sighed at the genuine concern in his brother's eyes, "fine...thanks."

"No problem. We can talk about it later—"

"Or not" Remus said quickly, "we do not need to talk about it!"

"You pissed on me, I think you owe me an explanation" Roman countered teasingly.

"YOU SAID I DIDN'T GET THAT MUCH ON YOU—" he looked at Roman's pants, "holy heck, at this point you need a shower too!"

"It's fine!" Roman shouted, "stop getting so worked up, just—go get in the shower, i'll get changed and clean the mess. Put your clothes in the sink, and hurry before anybody else sees your shame" he said as Remus began running in the other direction, "and we're still talking about it!"

"Why?!" Remus yelled from the bathroom, "what is there to explain?! We were locked in a closet for three hours and I had to pee, it's not that deep!"

"Did Remus pee himself?!" Patton cried from the kitchen.

"Wait—DID HE?!" Virgil yelled, running into the room.

"GO AWAY!!"

A/n: Guys. I'm so sorry if this is lacking in quality, but I'm babysitting six kids today. SIX!

A six year old, a two year old, a three year old, the two four year old boys that I usually have, and the 15 month old I usually have. So yeah, today's been cray cray.

On top of that I have four siblings, my house is packed rn😭😭😭send luck please because these kids gonna be here till 10pm and two of them already tried to beat each other up

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