Good morning, night, afternoon, or death day

My reason to live, billieandfinneas11, requested that,

"can you do one where matt gets cornered and beat up and then chris and nick find him unconscious. and then they figure out who did it and beat the shii out of them"

bit violent, I wonder who you got that violence from?

BUT YES ANYWAY HERE YOU ARE

TW: Blood, men, crying, skin, gravel, violence, Taco Bell

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His fist made contact with his face, Matt's face turning to the left, blood spilling out of his mouth in slow motion. He closed his eyes, trying to block the pain, but he couldn't. It was all he could feel. In his bones, in his muscles, in his heart. 

Pain. 

The man took another swing at the half-asleep boy, who was shaking in fear and breathing in and out blood. As the rings on his fist collided with the pale skin on Matt's cheek, Matt fell to the brick wall, hitting his head on the bricks. 

The other two men behind the one using Matt as a boxing bag laughed and cheered the man on, as he lifted his foot to kick Matt in the knees. 

At this point, he just wanted Matt dead.

He lifted his foot and swiftly kicked Matt in the left knee, Matt tumbling into the brick wall once again. He slid down the rough surface, the feeling of grazes appearing the last thing on his mind.

"Stop, please just" Matt cried out, as he found the ground of the ground.

The guy doing the dirty work looked back at his friends and then back at the triplet, who looked like not even superglue could reattach him back together.

"Is little Matty here trying to beg us to stop?" he said in a baby voice, kneeling and getting in Matt's face.

He swore he could feel the guy's saliva splatter onto his bruised face. But again, least of his worries.

The guy leaned even closer, Matt being able to smell what this guy had for breakfast on the first day of high school on his breath. "Well I tell you Matty-bear"

"Don't call me Matty"

The guy stopped talking as Matt interrupted him, opening his mouth in astonishment. "Did you just interrupt me?"

One of the guys from behind, who at this point was watching a 4k ultra HD movie, chimed in, Matt looking up as he realised there was more than one. "I think he did bro"

"Shut the fuck up, Willison. At least I'm not named Willison"

"Your name is literally Ken"

"Yeah. And I got the cool shirt saying Kenergy and you don't"

"How is that a brag?"

"Shut the fuck up. Let me bash this kid a bit more. It's fun"

Matt leaned his head against the bumpy brick wall, he had no strength to get up and run as far as he could. He just wanted to go home to his brothers and hide. Go away from Ken, Willison and whoever the other guy was.

He couldn't believe he was getting beat up by guys with names that pathetic.

Ken turned back to Matt, breathing on him again. "Now Matty"

"Yes, Ken" Matt replied, trying not to breathe in whatever stench Ken had going on. Matt was praying for the day Ken discovered deodorant and a shower.

"You have two options. I knock you out so hard that you wake up with permanent memory loss and have an identity crisis, and I steal your wallet, car and bag of Taco Bell" Ken started, his teeth right up in Matt's half-opened eyes. He was starting to get more drowsy by the second. His eyes were also watering.

It wasn't even allergy season.

"Or, I kill you, kill your brothers, steal all of your identities and move to the Bahamas"

Matt wasn't even registering what Ken was saying. He felt disoriented. This man named Ken was basically admitting his entire plan, wasn't even blonde so he was defeating the entire purpose of being called Ken. And was just being a complete idiot in general.

"I like option three when you say sorry to me and we go our separate ways" Matt commented, Ken coming further and further into his personal bubble at this point.

He was praying Chris was going to jump from the rooftops and save him by drowning Ken in a thing of Pepsi or something.

A solution as pathetic as the situation.

"That's not an option buddy" Ken smirked, his yellow teeth shining bright like a diamond in Matt's eyes.

Matt didn't know what to do anymore. He just wanted to get the fuck out of there. The water falling down the face.

He held the brick wall, trying to hoist himself up, but before he could even attempt to move, Willison ran over and punched the top of Matt's head.

Matt didn't even have time to feel the pain. To react to it. To scream and call out to the neighbours to alert someone.

He was out like a light.

--

"Um, dog. No fish. Fuck fuck fuck. Um um um, COW" Chris screamed, trying to guess what Nick was acting out in charades.

"Finally. Took you long enough" Chris sat down on Nick's bed, then flopped so his head narrowly missed the headboard.

Nick looked down at his brother but said nothing. He had nothing to say.

His stomach did though.

"Was that your stomach?" Chris asked, hearing Nick's stomach sounding like a thunderstorm brewing inside of it.

"Yeah. Where is Matt? How long does it take to get some Taco Bell and come back home?" Nick questioned, checking his phone. Matt's location was still at the Taco Bell. Though it was at the back. Maybe he was in the bathroom so he had to get out of the car.

Chris looked over at the location and shrugged, getting up from the bed so he could act out his charades. He didn't really pay attention to where Matt's little 'M' was on the screen. He the only triplet not to have a profile picture in the Life 360 circle.

"Janitor," Nick said almost immediately. Chris hadn't even started doing whatever he was going to do.

"Yes. How'd you get it?" Chris said in disbelief. He sat down in defeat and looked at Nick's phone, Matt's location still on the screen. "Why is he at the back of Taco Bell? The bathrooms are at the front and I'm sure as hell he ain't a chef" Chris zoomed in and saw his icon not even in the building. "He isn't in the building!"

Nick stole his phone from Chris's grip. "Give that here" and looked at the place the app was saying Matt was at. "Is he OK?"

Chris shrugged again. It wasn't like Matt to go to the back of Taco Bell in the middle of the night. Or anyone really. "Nick, it says he's been there for like ten minutes now. I think something is wrong"

Nick looked at the information at the bottom of the screen. "Catch an Uber or walk?"

"Run. It's close enough"

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Willison, Ken and the other guy stood around Matt's unconscious body, fighting.

"Why did you punch him? That was my job!" Ken complained. Matt's lifeless body lying below him. He wanted to end Matt. Not Willison.

Willison leaned down to check if Matt had a pulse. He did, so he swiped Matt's wallet, which was half out of the pocket of his pants, and looked up at Ken, and the other guy who just stood there silently, taking in what just happened.

He did not sign up for this. He was promised a burrito. Not an Unconscious Matt Quesadilla.

"You were stalling. Such a scaredy-cat kid" Willison replied, taking out a crisp dollar note out of the money section of Matt's wallet.

The other guy took the wallet out of Willison's hands and searched for Matt's card. As he found it, he stashed it in his phone case, making sure no one could get to it.

Ken then grabbed the wallet. It was like one big game of pass the pacel and took whatever scraps he could find. Matt had an empty wallet.

There was a soft pitter-patter in the distance and a bunch of huffing. And last time Ken checked, rain couldn't breathe. "Guys, think someone is coming" Ken whispered, the patter becoming louder.

"Chris wait up, lemme breath" A male voice called out.

The voice caught Willison and the other guys' attention, and they both looked at Ken. There was nowhere to go. The bricks were in a corner and the male voice and the patter of footsteps were getting closer.

"We gotta run" Ken instructed. He did a count down with his fingers and once he had no fingers left.

The three ran into the moonlight. Their shadows were caught by Chris's own eyes.

"Nick, there are three guys, I'm gonna chase after them. Go check on Matt" Chris said before going after the three guys.

Nick stopped jogging and started to walk, dragging his feet across the pavement. He was not cut out for a midnight run to Taco Bell. He went into the section Chris saw the shadows run out of. Matt's icon matched up with his, meaning he had found an X marks the spot.

But instead of treasure, it was Matt having a nap.

"Oh my God, CHRIS" Nick yelled, edging closer to Matt, who was not having a nap.

He was asleep, but he didn't choose to be.

Nick fell to his knees and picked up Matt's wallet, which was lying on the ground. He then checked his brother's pulse, it still being there. Nick then lifted his brother's torso, leaning it against the brick wall. "Fuck Matt what happened" he mumbled to himself, grabbing some tissues out of his pocket.

"Used, used, that's a receipt, used. Fuck no clean tissues" Nick put the shit back in his pocket and stared at Matt again. He then took in the surroundings. A bag of Taco Bell was over by the entrance to the place, Matt's phone, shattered in pieces, near the bag. Luckily, Matt's keys still stayed attached to his waistband.

Nick walked over to the Taco Bell took out a Taco and started eating it, placing Matt's head on his shoulder as they leaned against the wall together.

--

While Nick was having a break, Chris was playing shadow tiggy.

He could hear the chuckles from the shadows close to him. He knew they were real people but to say he was scared was an understatement. He had heard Nick scream his name meaning he either, found something good or bad.

Probably bad knowing Nick.

He then heard the patter come to a stop, and the whispering pick up. And lots of deep breaths.

Clearly, the shadows weren't as fit as they thought they were.

Chris stopped running, and like an alley cat, slid closer to where the breathing was taking place. He envisioned himself as James Bond and it really helped.

"Fuck who is running after us?" One of the voices whispered. Not that quiet though.

There was some shuffle then another loud whisper, "I can feel a presence"

"I can feel an urge for a mental hospital for you"

"Ha ha, so funny" The whispering turned into talking now.

Chris kept creeping up to the voices now. Until he stood like a slender man in front of them.

"Ken, is that slender man?" A voice whispered, Chris's eyes making contact with the person talking.

He went closer.

"Hi, sir. How may we help you, oh shit" A guy popped out in front of Chris and then stood back immediately. "Looks like Matt's awake"

Chris chuckled to himself, grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it.

The man started repeating ow to himself, each time he said it, he was getting closer to the tone of a whistle,  piecing Chris's ears. "No offence bro, you don't sound like Mariah Carey"

"Matt your voice sounds different. And you changed, oh shit you're not Matt" Another man submerged from the abyss and looked at Chris. He didn't go close to him though.

Chris was feeling his inner karate kid and he wasn't gonna interrupt him. Chris looked like he was gonna wax on and wax off the guy in half a second.

The third guy appeared, standing behind the other guy. He then realised the guy who realised he wasn't Matt, was wearing a Kenergy shirt.

"Nice shirt. Would look good in your coffin" Chris joked. Sort of. The guy whose wrist was still jammed in Chris's hand cried in pain again and Chris kneed him in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground.

Chris smiled to himself, pleased, and placed his foot on the man's fingers. Another screech of pain. Kenergy and the other one stood back, not wanting a taste of Chris.

"What'd you do with Matt?"

"Who's Matt" Kenergy asked straight away. Chris looked at him, like a disappointed mother. It felt weird wearing Nick's look but it felt fitting in the moment.

"Don't gaslight me, buddy, you said his name. Now tell me what you did or end up with seven fingers like this kid over here" He applied more pressure to the hand he was standing on, and heard a slight crunch.

The guy, who was standing behind Kenergy, came in front. "I'll make a deal with you, we will tell you where Matt was if you get off Willison's hands"

Chris laughed, "Willison? What are y'all? Clowns from the circus"

Kenergy and the other one stared at him. Kenergy spoke up. "My name is Ken, now stand off my friend's hands"

Chris obeyed and instead layed a fist on Ken's stomach, Ken falling to the ground as fast as he fell for Barbie.

The other guy was about to run but instead got grabbed by Chris and chucked onto Willison.

Chris then picked up Ken and threw him onto the pile. "A pile of clowns. Funny"

"No one is laughing dude" Willison groaned from the bottom of the pile. Chris stepped on his fingers again, another crack echoing around the back of Taco Bell.

He then heard a cry from Nick, it was louder than the first one and Chris's worry set in. The adrenaline rushing off. "I'll beat y'all up next time. Till then, fuck you" He then ran off.

Ken, Willison and the other one didn't roll off eachother, instead, staying there. Accepting defeat.

"Get off me"

"Stop touching my ass"

"I really want a taco"

--

Nick had finished his Taco and got Matt's head off his shoulder. He had realised that it had been about ten minutes and Matt still hadn't moved a muscle.

The taco was worth it though. He was hungry.

Chris turned the corner and saw Nick, patting Matt's face, in desperation. Matt had enough nap time, it was time for him to wake up.

"He isn't waking up. Did you find the shadows?"

"Pile of clowns. Delt with them. Let's get the kid home, he looks rough" Chris said, walking over and bending down to look at Matt. Blood stained on his cheek.

Nick stood up and grabbed the remains of Matt's phone and the Taco Bell bag and let Chris lift Matt to the car. They had the keys meaning they didn't have to jog home.

They walked through the parking lot, getting some stares from the workers, but nothing they hadn't seen before.

Nick climed into the back and Chris put Matt's head on Nick's lap. Then shut the door and got into the driver's seat. "Oh no" Chris scanned the wheel and looked and saw how dark it was outside.

"Chris, don't kill us" Nick demanded.

--

Two-thirds of the Sturniolos were awake when they entered Chris's room, realising Matt was not going to make it up the stairs with Chris carrying him. Chris's muscles were tired.

"Come on Matty, wake up" Nick urged while Chris grabbed a cup from his bathroom cabinet and filled it with cold water, to pour on Matt. He also grabbed some toilet paper and wet it a bit to clean up Matt's face.

As he cleaned up Matt's face and water boarded him, Nick called the hospital, seeing what Nick and Chris could do from home, not wanting to go.

"Nick, he isn't flinching when I pour water on him" Chris called out while Nick was very obviously on the phone.

Nick walked into the room and mouthed 'Shut up' to him and left. Chris gave up on pouring water on his brother and cleaned up his cuts a bit more. He then ruffled his hair and felt a bump at the top of it.

"Shit" he breathed out, parting his hair to see a bump at the top of his head.

Nick walked back into the room  "Ok the hospital said-"

"Nick there is a bump on his head, think they punched him in the head" Chris cut off Nick, worry lacing his voice and stress etching across his face. Nick matched his face to Chris's as soon as he saw the bump.

"He is probably concussed," Nick told Chris.

Chris nodded. "Well, what do we do?"

Nick shrugged. The hospital just told him to wait till Matt was awake and Matt looked anything but awake at the moment. "Wait till daylight. We slumber here tonight. If Matt isn't awake in the morning, we take him to the hospital"

Chris nodded and moved Matt back so his head was on a pillow.

No one slept though.

Matt did but he had no choice. Chris's stomach rumbled in hunger but he wasn't hungry.

--

"Chris, Chris" Matt shaked Chris awake, his head killing him but he just wanted Chris to be awake. Nick wasn't in the room, he could see the bathroom light on.

Chris stirred and opened his eyes. "Nick shut the Matt?" Chris's eyes were hazy until it registered. "Matt fuck your awake"

Matt nodded, and lied back down, head resting on the pillow. "I'm so sore Chris"

Chris nodded and got up, turned on the light and came back to bed. Nick walked out of the bathroom and saw Matt's open eyes before he saw Chris failing to get in bed. "MATT YOU'RE AWAKE" he screeched, Matt wincing from the loud noise.

Nick shut up straight away and went straight to the big question. "What happened last night?"

"Got out of the car to piss, got chased out the bathrooms to a corner, a guy named Ken talked about killing me, something hit my head, and I woke up next to Chris" Matt recalled.

Nick nodded and Chris smirked at the thought of Ken with a bruise on his stomach and Willison with broken fingers.

"My head hurts so bad" Matt complained rubbing his head.

Chris sighed and Nick looked at Matt. "Wanna visit the hospital?" Nick then asked after a moment of silence.

"No"

"Well then. Your head is fine. We are diagnosing you with a concussion. You will live. No phone for the rest of the week, Chris will do your login streaks" Nick instructed, shutting off the light.

The triplets all crawled back into bed and fell asleep again, no one saying anything. Just happy to be togather.

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Apart from the shitty ending, I love this one. Rip my fingers though. And Matt, Docter Nick really shining through here.

Love you all <3

-Bon