GUYS I LIVED THROUGH EXAMS AND THE GREAT WRITERS BLOCK OF 2024. kinda. 

This was a request but the user who requested it isn't popping up when I tag ppl so I'll tag u in the comments. 

So the request was 'For Chris, maybe when he has claustrophobia and gets stuck in a small space??'

I kinda forgot to you know, get him stuck in a small space but it took one for the team.

Short and simple, I love it. 

ALSO IF THIS HAPPENS IRL YOU WILL NOT HEAR THE END OF THIS CAUSE I SWEAR I AM PSYCHIC (it ain't happening) 

TW: Crying, planes, whiteboards, mother Nick, jumping 

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The triplets didn't really have an entire meeting room inside the walls of their house, nor a whiteboard big enough to write anything longer than ten letters, meaning they had to get creative when coming to creating ideas. 

Like what they were going to do for their eight million subscribers video. 

Chris grabbed a tissue and rubbed out the whiteboard on the fridge and grabbed a whiteboard marker. He then turned to Matt and Nick, who were sitting at the dining table, waiting for Chris to continue.

"Chris, I'm growing grey hairs by the second right now, speed it up snail" Nick commented. Matt started laughing and then met Chris's gaze and stopped.

"Now. For the seven million subscribers, we rented a zoo out. We need something more epic for eight mil. I'm thinking-"

"A bigger whiteboard?" Matt interrupted, seeing Chris turn to the whiteboard to write whatever his amazing plan was.

The youngest triplet flipped Matt off and revealed his idea.

"Absolutely not"

"Fuck no"

Chris pouted. "What's so bad about renting out an aquarium? It's original"

Nick shaked his head and went up to the whiteboard and rubbed out Chris's grand idea. "Think about it, we need something that beats hanging at a zoo for twenty-four hours"

Matt prompted his feet up on one of the dining table chairs, leaning back in his seat and looking like 'tuff guy Matt'. He had no good ideas for an eight million video special and any idea he did have contained of pugs and sleeping.

The brothers just stood or sat in silence, deep in thought.

"We could go snorkelling or something" Chris suggested.

Matt made a fart noise in response, clearly stating what he thought of that idea.

Then, Nick stole the marker from Chris and started to write on the whiteboard. "How about" Nick stepped away from the whiteboard to show his fabulous idea.

"Skydiving, seriously?" Chris said, dismissing the idea. He wasn't the biggest fan of jumping out of the sky. Not that he had experience.

Matt bit his lip, "Nick it's like-"

"I know I know, you're scared of heights. Well. Suck it up buttercup. Ew why did I just say that?" Nick started to ramble to himself while Chris and Matt waited patiently.

"Fine we will do it" Chris cut Nick off.

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Chris didn't want to be all negative Nancy considering he had agreed to do skydiving, but as the Sturniolo triplets walked closer to the plane, the more he wanted to turn around and go home. 

It wasn't the fact he was about to jump out of a plane that scared him, it was the thought of being on such a small plane with so many people, making the small space cramped. There was a reason he always sat on the aisle seat on the plane, there was a reason he liked the passenger seat. 

He hated small spaces, he was Claustrophobic, but why would he tell his brothers? It's not like they would change the entire plan just because he was scared of being in a space no one could lie down in. 

'Sounds more pathetic than anything Nick has said in a car video' Chris told himself as him and his brothers walked towards the plane, an instructor talking about the history of skydiving. 

Chris didn't even know there was a history of skydiving. And didn't bother listening. 

Matt thought the history was very interesting. 

Nick didn't listen since he thought someone had fallen out of a plane one day and decided to make it a thing people could do for fun. 

"And here is the plane you boys will be taking today" The instructor pointed to this plane, that looked like it could house about one dead person and a teddy bear. 

Not a pilot and a thing of triplets and three instructors to jump with the triplets. 

Chris's hair at the back of his neck stood up almost immediately and he was this close to turning around and walking out like a teenager on his parents. But he didn't. 

Nick pulled out the camera and showed the plane, then put it in a backpack he had. The instructor led the triplets to some cubicles that they could put their stuff in, so it didn't take up even more space in the plane. 

Then the triplets got into the plane, and the walls were already attacking Chris, not physically but his mind thought so. 

He was thinking in zigzags. 

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"I feel like I forgot something" Nick stated for the fifth time. 

"We did leave our backpacks back on earth so" Matt stated.

As the plane breezed through the sky, the triplets tried to sit still and relax, but they all took turns, stood up, walked around the small space, or sat on the floor. 

Even though the floor wasn't really, you know, on the floor. Matt liked to envision it as a magic carpet so his fear of heights didn't ruin the experience. 

It was Matt's turn to walk around and he started to search around the small space frantically. "Nick". His voice went about four times deeper as well, causing Chris to chuckle to himself a bit. Then he went back to looking at the walls and trying to not freak out about them.  

Nick turned to Matt, who looked like a dog searching for his bone, "What"

"Did you bring the camera?"

Nick checked his pockets like he could fit an entire camera in there but whatever, and looked up at Matt, wide eyes, "Shit" 

"Now we don't even have a blog. SHIT" Nick screamed into his hands, as close as he could get to a pillow and he didn't want his voice to echo off the walls. 

It was Chris's turn to walk around the plane, and he kind of just stood directly in the middle of the plane.

The plane came to a stop and the door opened, the cool air flooding the plane. 

Chris thought that the fact that now the plane had an exit, he would feel better. But the cold air mixed with the sweat was not helping and instead,

He broke down.

"Get me out, get me out, get me out" Chris cried out, repeating the same three words. The walls felt like they were caving in and were about to engulf him like dinner on Christmas day.  

Matt looked over at his baby brother, and then looked out the opening in the plane, looking down at the earth, slowly spinning without his feet on the ground. He hated planes and he hated the fact he was about to jump out of one, but what was making it worse, was Chris freaking out. And for no reason that he knew of.

"Matt you need to get me out of here I can't-" Chris jumped onto Matt and hung onto him like a koala on a tree. Matt tried to brush off Chris but found a sort of comfort in the action. 

Though Nick was disgusted, he felt for Chris so he pushed that feeling away and walked over to his brothers. The workers started to get the equipment so they could jump out as safely as they could when it comes to jumping out of planes. 

Nick pulled Chris off Matt and led him to one of the seats, seemingly a better place to calm your brother down rather than the middle of a plane the size of a small shed. 

He put his hands on Chris's shoulders, "Chris, listen to me, what is wrong? Can you take a deep breath for me and focus on me, not the walls? What's wrong?" Nick tried to say it in a comforting voice but by the way Matt was giggling softly behind him, he could tell it sounded as cheesy as it sounded in his head. 

Chris's eyes met Nick's, and the tears Nick saw trapped inside of them made his heart collapse. "Nick- I, the walls, trapped" 

"Is he speaking some code, wait does anyone on this plane have some pen and paper, I want to write down this" Matt interrupted, turning to some of the workers behind him, who were getting the parachutes ready. 

The workers gave him a look and Matt immediately shut the fuck up and turned back to Chris and Nick. 

"Can we get him to jump first, he can't be in here any longer. He is about to flip out and I have no idea why" Nick asked one of the workers, who had a parachute in his hand. 

"Sir we are going to need him to calm down" The worker said. Matt sat next to Chris and just whispered stupid shit in his ear, trying to calm whatever was happening in his brain. It was all so sudden and Matt was still trying to process it all. 

Nick looked back at Chris, "Yeah he ain't calming down until he can touch some grass. Let the man kiss some grass for fucks sake"

The worker sighed and nodded, Nick and Matt helping with the parachute so Chris could go down. 

They clipped Chris onto a parachute and an instructor clipped himself to the same one. "You ready Chris?" He asked as they had their heads out the opening, the winds howling below them. 

"No" Chris cried out. Matt reached into his pocket to get his phone so he could film Chris jumping out of the plane but then realised him left it with his bags. 

The instructor took that as a yes, and chucked himself off the plane, Chris with him.

The last thing Nick and Matt heard was Chris screaming.

"Who's next?" The next instructor asked, holding a parachute.

Nick and Matt looked at each other and than out of the plane, where they could see the black parachute moving slowly down the sky.

"He can"

"Not me"

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"I hated every second of that. We aren't redoing that" Chris said as soon as he shut the car door.

Matt started up the car as soon as he got inside of it. "At least you didn't get shitted on by a bird. I liked that shirt"

Chris laughed and Nick crawled into the back seat.

"Care to explain what that breakdown was about"  Nick asked as soon as Chris buckled his seatbelt. Safety first.

Chris's eyes met Nick's in the review mirror and he looked away straight away, he felt like he was in a horror movie and Nick was the nun.

"Chris" Nick said, nothing more, nothing less, just Chris's name and Nick's mum's powers took over him or something.

"I didn't like how small the plane was" He admitted.

Matt started the car and drove out of the parking lot. Flipping off the skydiving place as they left, he had bird shit all over the back of him because of it. "Yeah but you knew the plane was going to be small right? Not like one of the planes we take back home"

Chris shaked his head. "I'm claustrophobic Matt"

Nick started making beeping noises with his mouth, "big word alert, big word alert" he started shouting, both Matt and Chris turning around, looking away from the phone and glaring at him.

"Shut the fuck up, Nick, it's a better fear then whatever you're scared of. Like everything" Chris dismissed, about to pounce on Nick if he didn't stop.

"I said nothing," He said snarkily, smiling at the same time.

Matt turned up the aux a bit while discussing future plans. "So what are will going to do now?"

"I vote to rent an aquarium"

"NO CHRIS" Nick and Matt yelled in unison

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If they actually skydive I promise I don't know them personally. AND IF THEY SEE THIS, I WOULD LIKE SOME CREDIT (the names Bon, Bon Bon)

Anyways I don't think the story really flowed that well but whatever. You made it to here.

Love you all

-Bon