(based off the sturniolo triplets. i forgot what video be one of yall will probs know)

*you and your three siblings had moved to the "murder house". none of you were happy about it but there was nothing you could do. at least you and your other two triplet siblings had the biggest room.

you guys were sitting in your room arguing as usual. you guys did this for youtube. it was basically your job to argue with each other because people found it funny. your other two siblings were arguing about breakfast foods while you tried to stop them, noticing your dad had walked in with a strange boy. 'he's pretty cute' i thought.

"i don't know why you care so much," one or your siblings told you* "why do i care so much?!? did i say a fucking thing?!? you just went on a fucking three minute tangent about how much you care. i was actually trying to interrupt you guys to say, this is a fucking hypothetical question! tomorrow we'll wake up, and there will still be waffles, there will still be pancakes, there will still be french toast! and i care to much?!?

"kids, you can argue about pancakes later. this is my new patient, tate." my dad was a therapist. he wanted to treat patients in this house now, because it was so big. "if you guys keep screaming, you're gonna wake up violet. you know how mad she gets at you three."