Ok so my sister and I were talking late at night and we made this stupid idea up for a triplets video but Ik they would never do it so guess what? I'll write it. She doesn't know I'm writing this, so Matt, if you see this, credit both of us. Thanks. Oh and go check out Ari's death blind mute idea cause I love it.

This is stupid ok. But I thought it was funny so let's write it.

I know I'm behind on requests, but I'll get back to them soon. And this one is a bit longer so extra reading material to the requests.

Also, IDK if the warehouse has an elevator but it does now.

TW: Panic attacks, crying, Coca-Cola, water that you drink, ketchup, chickens, angry roosters, birds, elevators, Chris being somewhat smart, breaking of the fourth wall

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It was a stupid idea.

Like more stupid than the invention of school, more stupid than the invention of Algreba, more stupid than all the kids in my class, more stupid than anything. Call Genuis Words Records everyone.

The bottom line is, it was stupid.

Did anyone get hurt? No. Nick's nail survived, barely.

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"How the fuck are we meant to rent out an elevator?" Nick slammed his hands on the kitchen table. Luckily Matt wasn't home, he would probably get pissed at Nick for making noise. "A zoo is one thing but a fucking elevator, those things don't just fall out of the sky into my hands don't they Chris"

Chris shrugged, he didn't think about the minor details of his plan, he just thought of it and told himself he was a fucking genius.

Nick typed aggressively into his laptop, searching for an elevator he could rent. Then the solution hit Chris like a ball flying in dodgeball.

"We could just use the elevator in the warehouse. I mean, easiest thing right?" Chris told Nick his idea.

Nick had to think for a second. "Are you even Chris, why is that a good idea?"

Chris shrugged again. "It is a good idea"

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WEDNESDAY VIDEO IDEA

Facing fears. Each plan has a fear factor challenge for each other which the person must complete. The person who can survive the longest wins bragging rights and can choose someone to do their chores. And $300.

Chris + Nick = Matt's Challenge

Nick + Matt = Chris's Challenge

Matt + Chris = Nick's Challenge

NO FIRE, NO THINGS THAT WILL GET US MURDERED, KEEP IT MOSTLY LEGAL, NO LIAM NEESON PRANKS OR FAKE BIRDS OR ANYTHING THAT HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE

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Matt pressed a random button on the camera, making it glitch. He didn't know how to work Nick's new camera, it was nothing like the old one. He couldn't ask Nick for help either or else that would spoil the surprise.

"Chris I think I broke the camera" Matt put the camera down carefully, not wanting to break it anymore.

Chris walked over and examined the camera. He then clicked a button and the camera went back to normal.

"The fuck" Matt said in disbelief, seeing the camera working again. He brushed it off and pressed record.

"Wait Matt, I'm thirsty. Does this place sell drinks?" That is how Chris introduced the video.

Matt wanted to throw a chicken at Chris, which he was very much capable of doing by the way, there were many chickens to throw at this farm they decided to film at. "I don't think so. Back to the video"

They gave a low down on the video and then Chris started to explain Nick's challenge.

"So basically, Nick is right now shopping about five minutes away, Matt is going to go pick him up, so he can join us at this lovely farm. Then we're going to lock him in a cage with twenty-three and a half chickens. Plus a woodpecker and three roosters cause why not"

"Twenty-three and a half?" Matt repeated, confused. How can there be half a chicken?

"There is a very aggressive rooster in there and I think it lost a game of Uno to the twenty-fourth chicken..." Chris trailed off.

Matt didn't need any more explanation, he simply walked away off to his car to go pick up Nick, leaving a thirsty Chris with an angry rooster and half a chicken.

A while later, Matt came back with Nick.

"Why the fuck are we at a farm?" Nick asked straight away. Chris passed the camera to Matt and Matt started to giggle behind it. That made Nick scared. The fear was now playing a factor. Lucikly it was called 'Fear Factor'

"So Nick, we are going to start this video with a bang and no, we aren't exploding shit, Matt said no. But how do you feel about being locked in a cage?"

The fact Chris dragged the 'but' scared Nick a bit more but he brushed it off. "Cages are fine. Why?" He was lying, cages weren't fine. Why the fuck did he agree to this video idea?

"Well let's lock you in one then. Oh just beware of everything, don't step on anything. Here is a blindfold, you can take it off when you get into the cage" Chris passed Matt the camera while leading Nick to the cage. He had left out a few minor details about the chickens, roosters with anger issues and birds that like beating up wood. Thank god Nick wasn't Pinocchio.

As Nick edged closer to the cage, the sounds of animals and the smell of them filled the air. He was pushed into the cage and his blindfold was taken off. "Matt, Chris, what the actual fuck is this?" He asked looking around.

Matt and Chris locked the door and started to laugh, the camera shaking in Chris's hands.

There were two cameras set up in two of the four corners of the cage, were they secure? Nop. But it's something.

Nick looked down at his feet and saw multiple chickens pecking around his feet. Another bird was running into walls. Then the three roosters. Well, one had a collar around its neck.

Nick held his breath and moved to the corner of the cage. Dumb if you ask me but the fear was taking over and Nick was no longer Nick. Kind of how possession works but I already made a joke about that.

"How are you feeling Nick, do you want to feed them some food? All I have is bread" Chris asked like he was a host of a talk show.

"Chris, why is there half a chicken in here?" Nick's voice was high-pitched and sounded like he was going through puberty. Again.

Matt started laughing, he felt a little bit sorry for his brother but he knew his challenge was tomorrow and that was probably going to be ten times worse so this was a bit of revenge.

"Ok Nick, go pat the rooster with the collar around his neck" Chris instructed, camera ready to shoot the action.

Matt gasped, "He is going to murder us if he comes out alive"

Chris shrugged it off, "The rooster is going to murder him so we don't need to be worried"

Nick had heard that conversation, he was trembling in the corner next to them. "The rooster is going to what?"

Matt was quick to cover it up. "Nothing, go pat it then you can come out. Maybe. I don't know if Chris has the key or not"

Chris gave the camera to Matt as he searched for the keys in his pocket, he didn't even remember locking the cage door. "Oh, here they are!" He exclaimed.

Nick crept over to the rooster. If the rooster was a human, he would probably have tattoos, huge muscles, bald, kind of like the rock Johnson and the main character of the 'Big Big Show' on Netflix mixed. He would also have a murder record but ignore that. Back to the rooster.

"What do I say to a manic rooster?" Nick asked no one. He hoped Siri may have turned on or something but he didn't have his phone on him and he was sure that the chicken cage didn't have Siri.

"You make sure it doesn't kill you" Chris assured.

Nick nodded, not helpful advice at all but it was something. He finally was face to face with the rooster.

He leaned down to pat it, he reached for the back of it. It didn't react. He touched it.

The chickens ran to the walls like a gunshot just went off. The sound of the rooster and the sound of its beak hitting Nick's fingernails was louder than it should have been.

Nick got up and ran into the door of the cage, tears streaming down his face. "Fuck fuck let me out, let me out of this motherfucking hell. C'mon," He pleaded.

Matt didn't know how to react and Chris chose not to. He was finding this whole situation hilarious.

Matt grabbed the keys and unlocked the door, Nick and the twenty-three chickens, two roosters and a woodpecker running or flying out.

The cage was locked with only the angry rooster and half a chicken left in it.

"I hate you both" Nick panted, catching his breath.

"We should name the rooster Harold" Chris suggested.

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The next day, the three triplets were at the warehouse. Nick and Chris were taking joyrides in the elevator while setting it up for Matt's challenge and Matt was using his pogo stick.

Nick and Chris approached Matt, armed with a recording camera. They placed it on the table and started to explain the events.

"So Nick lost his challenge, I mean he could have won but he asked to be let out, we didn't take him out himself. So yeah. Anyways, Big Bad Bernard over here is about to do his challenge. Excited Matt?" Chris announced, turning to Matt.

Matt was anything but excited. He would much rather do anything but this but he didn't get a choice, didn't he? He would have rathered Harlod the rooster.

The blindfold was placed on Matt and he was led by Nick to the elevator.

"Now Matt. Take the camera in with you. And don't die, you can unravel the blindfold when you hear the click" Nick explained.

Matt nodded nervously and was led into a cool room. He then felt Nick's hands leave his body and the click.

He unravelled the blindfold and nearly passed out.

He was in an elevator. Fear number one. The elevator alone would have been fine, but his brothers just had to make it worse.

The elevator music was Taylor Swift and there was ketchup all over the floor and empty bottles everywhere.

He was going to go curl up into the corner and die but they were covered by more ketchup.

It was a nightmare.

All of a sudden, the cold room was hot, closing in on him and the Taylor Swift interludes were replaced by a buzzing noise.

So instead of the lyrics "I think he did it I just can't prove it" bring a sense of calm to Matt his ears sounded like they were infested with Bee's having a dance party and they were all screaming 'Mr Brightside' (NO BODY NO CRIME THO >>>>>> LITERALLY FAV SONG FROM EVERMORE)

"I don't know what I need to explain to the camera apart from the fact this is so stupid that I'm about to have a panic attack over Ketcup in an elevator" Matt gasped in between words.

He had to find somewhere to sit, somewhere to regain his composure, but he couldn't, there was Ketcup everywhere

He was comparing this to Chris's nightmares, praying to God he would wake up in a minute.

He went to the elevator door, banging on it, "Let me out, please please, it's hot and I can't breathe"

He didn't know what happened next, but his lungs gave their last breath and his head landed in something squishy. The camera shattered beside him.

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"Wow why is there so much banging in the elevator, are the gay truckers in there as well?" Chris joked, hearing all the knocking.

"Still want to know where they come from. Like, there are no bars in Boston that home gay truckers" Nick said, he wanted answers.

Another bang, against the door this time, followed by a shatter.

"Is he ok in there?" Nick asked, pointing to the elevator.

Chris shrugged, "Gay truckers man"

Nick wanted to slap him but resisted the urge, going over to the elevator door. Chris picked up the camera and followed Nick, commentating. "The now wild gayling confronts the door of the enclosure with his brother and multiple gay truckers"

Nick gave him a dirty look and knocked on the elevator. "Matt you good bro?"

No response.

"I don't think he is good bro" Chris replied automatically.

"Yeah let's get him out of there, it's too quiet for comfort." Nick then did something and the door opened, revealing Matt passed out in ketchup, rip the clothes they won't be able to enter his closet again, and the camera shattered beside him.

"Fuck Matty" They both cried out in unison, they both laughed when they said it together though, no time for jokes.

They both ran over to him, Chris slipping on the ketchup and hitting his head on the wall on the way down. Nick caught the camera and filmed Chris crying from hitting his head due to ketchup. Hope snap memories never forgot about this one.

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"And today is the third day of fear factor. We are yet to see a win" Nick said into his comb he was using as a microphone. For this challenge, they were at home.

Matt was standing next to Nick, still a bit shaken up from yesterday, but overall ok. He was ready to see Chris suffer a bit.

"Now for Chris's challenge, we didn't do anything too extreme, apart from taking all the Pespi out of the house, replacing it with Coke and water and banning him from Pepsi. However, we do have one can so let's see. Now we just have to wake him up." Nick explained the challenge.

"We couldn't think of anything else honestly" Matt added, hearing how un-scary his and Nick's idea was.

Nick followed Matt down the stairs to wake Chris. "Should I waterboard him?" Matt asked.

Nick shaked his head, he didn't feel like a water fight. And he knew if Matt and Chris decided one day to water him all hell would set loose and he would move to Jupiter and live with the people of Jupiter.

They woke Chris up without water, so the boring way and they all went upstairs for breakfast.

"A Pepsi a day keeps the doctors away" Chris quoted himself as he went to the fridge to get a nice fresh crisp Pepsi. "Where the fuck is the Pepsi? Or all the other sodas, since when did we have water? Matt Nick what the fuck." He rambled, looking in the fridge in disbelief.

They started laughing and pulled out a Pepsi each. The question was did the Pepsi teleport to their hands or did they hide them in the other fridge in the garage and put a padlock on it so Chris couldn't break in? You will never know.

"Your challenge Chris is to go a day without Pepsi" Matt laughed.

"So I'm not getting locked in a cage with a rooster or getting locked in an elevator with an abnormal amount of Ketcup? Let's go" Chris exclaimed.

"Ok Einstein, shut the fuck up"

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"I want Pepsi" Chris complained for the zillionth trillionth billionth time that day. He didn't know the last time he didn't have at least one Pepsi so the challenge was getting proven to be hard.

"Well have a coke. Or better, water" Matt suggested.

Nick pulled out the prize can of Pepsi. "You want?"

Chris's eyes sparkled as he saw the can before his eyes, it was like an amazing edit. He could hypnotized by the Pepsi can if Nick tried.

"I want" Chris repeated.

"Well you can have it, lose your challenge, I got the win since I was awake at the end of my challenge unlike some of us. Or, you don't have it and survive another seven hours." Nick told Chris the options.

"I want the Pepsi, I need the Pepsi" Chris ran over to Nick and stole the Pepsi from Nick.

"Well," Matt said as Chris cracked open the Pepsi.

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Nick ended up getting the prizes and did not shut up, he did win bragging rights but Matt did have to duck tape his mouth shut a couple of times.

A couple of days later, while Nick was bragging, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it" Chris announced, hopping off the couch and running downstairs. Matt got his phone out to film what was about to happen.

Chris came back up the stairs, with something on a lead.

Any guesses?

Well, Nick will tell you the answer.

"Why the fuck is Harold on a lead?" He screamed, jumping atop the couch.

Chris led Harold to Nick's room up-upstairs and locked him in there.

"You now own a killer rooster" Matt laughed.

Nick wanted to jump out the window into a pile of killer sharks and let them eat him to the point he was non-existent.

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It kinda slopped towards the end but whatever.

Also, DID WE SEE TARA + TRIPLETS + SAM AND COLBY + LARRY + JAKE AND JOHNNIE I SCREAMED CRIED AND THROWED UP UNTIL THAT GREAT MOOD WAS KILLED BY A COUNTY SINGER'S COVER OF SHE LOOKS SO PERFECT.

Love you all.

-Bon